Lawrence High School - Lawrencian Yearbook (Cedarhurst, NY)

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THE LAWREN CIAN 31 LEAVES. From my window I can see The silvery top of a white oak tree. Bending and swaying to and fro The branches twine and tangle so And the shimmering leaves in great distress Shrink from a blowsy winds caress. Chortling madly as it goes What it tells them, no one knows. But it leaves them so harassed Quivering gently when it's passed. H. F.

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30 THE LAWREN CIAN TWO MOMENTS. The night before the ground was bare A sharp tang pierced the sultry air The moon was hid by a starless sky From afar I heard the lone-wolf cry. The next day all the earth was white The snow lay pure and cold and bright The sun was a dazzling golden string I heard the clear toned church bells ring. H. F. YOUTH. Happy youth, blithe and free, Filled with life and gaiety; Always stay that blissful way, Never doubtful, ever gay. Thus your days will be replete With your thoughts and wishes sweet. Sweet because they have you thrilled And your aim in life fulfilled. JOAN HOEXTER. SEASHELLS. Seasliells, dainty, fragile. Down beneath dark waters. Transparent and elusive; Neptune gave them to his daughters For playthings. Bubbles for the mermaids. Cherished deeply are they, Tangled in the sea-weed, Used by nymphs, wild and gay. For playthings. EDYTHE STRAUSS. EXPRESSION. Artists paint their feelings In colors, bright and gay. They seem to tell the looker What the artists want to say. I’ve looked all through the galleries. But never could I find The expression, that I’ve wanted For the picture in my mind. DOROTHY STERNGOLD.

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32 THE LAWRENCIAN Q o s s p LET'S GO LAWRENCE. You’ve probably sat back and read the more serious side of this magazine (including the jokes) and a little relaxation in the form of L. H. S. gossip won’t hurt. How many of you really know what happened to Bob Saunderson? Ah! two people. Well, for the benefit of the rest and rumors to the contrary Bob has all five fingers on his right hand, but the fifth is sorta chewed up. He jumped for a basket-ball down gym and got stuck on the basket (yes the basket) by his ring. Can you imagine his lanky form hanging on by one finger from the basket? Any fellow who can jump that high ought to make the team. He didn’t fall until the ring had ripped off, taking the outside of the finger with it. Speaking of cripples. Weiss still limps. I’ll bet he’d like to be in bed again to have that sweet little girl of Pepsodent fame keep calling. It seems that a great deal goes on around Mr. Dodd ( Prof.” to the initiated). Eleanor (Miss Hollister to you) cornered him in the office and after explaining that, in her opinion, the Science Department was one of the weakest units in the school, exclaimed. No wonder. It’s Doddering.” Then to make matters worse our inestimable Marjy Kolmer walks out of the Lab. about 3:30 and there wras Irwin (Butts) Clark and Mr. Dodd. Said the fun-loving Professor: Aren’t you going to take Friday with you, Marjory (was my face red)?” Then there’s the chem-co-ed who feels grand and glorious because she finally got up enough courage to strike a match and light a Bunsen Burner. It wrasn’t Helen Kunstler.