Marlborough High School - Sundial Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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CB-5 THE MAIQLBQIQQUQH DIAIQV CQ I I CLIPPINGS To MY DIARY: These are the thoughts and the dreams of my classmates, fashioned into verses as they grow in wisdom and understanding. Here I shall gather them together that I may keep them forever. SPRING I know I really must come in- Floors should be swept, and bread must bake, And, yes, I see there's milk to skim, And chairs to dust, and beds to make. I know the cattle want a drink- But Pan, last night, was piping shrill, And so, if you don't mind, I think I'll just skip over one more hill. EUGENIA WINZLER. A STRONG MAN SINGING I am strong. I stand upon mountains And shout to the stars. When I laugh The world goes hurtling about my ears. Do you see that skyscraper- there? Steel are the dreams it rears to the sky, I, too, am steel, Welded of challenge and a dream. The thundering song of eternity Is throbbing through me, And when I laugh The world goes hurtling about my ears. I am strong. BETTY MILES. I 75 1

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Cb THE MAIQLBOIQOUGH DIAIQV C-65 I I HOPE Hope is blind, She plays upon her harp, Alone on the top of the world. In man's mind, And deep in his heart, I-Ier echoes lie softly furled. EUGENIA WINZELER. AFTERMATI-I The drums lie down, the banners fade, Our boots stand laden thick with dust, Through no more mud and snow we'll wade, We've finished with the blood and lust. We,re home again to peace and life, fwithout our souls, without our trust, And since there's no more pain and strife, we take our work up, as is just, For we have years of life yet-but To live for what? To wait for what? EUGENIA WINZELER. FINALE Let it be written in the stars That love is done, And having writ, erase All memory. Because love has become a perfect thing, I would forget its gentle short-lived grace And let it sing forever through illimitable space. Let it be written in the stars That love is done, And this alone be said- I have attained beyond a pygmy's girth- I-laving known love, I have known new birth. BETTY MILES. I 771