Ranchester High School - Rustler Yearbook (Ranchester, WY)

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 7t ii6enluie The wind-blown scraggy tree Will at timberline remain While whipped with winter snows, Is soothed by springtime rain. Its roots of life are gracefully gnarled About stones strong and fine Branches green above them sing The lonesome song of timberline. This ugly monarch of the mountainside Finding solace in the night Is revealed by glaring morning sun, A ravaged beaten sight. Life too will stamp its print Upon a young firm heart But as the tree at timberline, We too must do our part. Let us go into the world Standing straight to life As the beaten scraggly pine tree, Facing trouble and the strife. —By Jan Lyman, Junior Class. You see youth as a joyous thing About which love and laughter cling; Youth as a joyous elf Who sings sweet songs to please himself; You see his laughing, sparkling eyes To take earth’s wonder and surprise You think him free from cares and woes, And naught of fears you think he knows; You see him walk, naively bold You glimpse these things, for you are old. But I, I see him otherwise— An unknown fear within his eyes. He works and plays, and never knows Where he is called, or why he goes. Each youth sustains within his breast A vague and infinite unrest. He goes about in still alarm With shrounded future on his arm, With longing that can find no tongue. I see him thus, for I am young. —Anonymous. 7 S cUl ‘Paw. My friend, have you heard of the town of Yawn On the banks of the River Slow, Where blooms the Wait-a-while flower fair And Sometimes-or-others scent the air And the soft Go-eisies grow? It lies in the valley of W.hat’s-the-use In the province of Let-’er-slide. That tired feeling is natural there It’s the home of the listless “I don’t care” Where the Put-it-offs abide. 24

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THE OUTSTANDING COMPOSITION FROM THE GRADE SCHOOL FOR THE YEAR 7 Jlte 7( en 1 See 7«£e rftHeri ui 'yUay When I see the American flag, I think first of the days of the Revolutionary War, when Betsy Ross made the first flag. Whjn I think of its making I see the stars ap- pearing on the blue horizon as the flag grew with territorial progress. I think, too, of the contribution of each new territory in exchange for the equality of statehood. The flag stands as a symbol of national growth, power, and influence, of union and of liberty. The red stands for valor, the white for purity and the idealism of broth- erhood and peace. The blue is for truth, proved by our history to be a way of tolerant living among the peoples who have made America. I think these qualities fit America perfectly because it is of such that the United States is composed. I think of the innumerable stories of friendships both close and distant, and, most interesting of all, the stories of the steadfast, determination, the tireless courage, gallant- ry, and the concentrated devotion of the patriotic Americans who fought and, if need be died, to make America what it is and stands for today. I think of the Civil War where in many places brother fought brother, though each fought for the ideals that the flag had always meant to him. I think of the first World War where men again fought and many died for the same ideals. But most deeply stamped in my mind, because it took place during my life time are the battles and the terrible devastation caused by the second World War. All this may only be a small part to what it will mean in the future. I think, too, that because of the nations’ failing to be truthful and fair, the flag has seen too much sor- row. Because sorrow and bloodshed have followed the flag, may we add to its historical meanings a new thought of understanding tmd brotherly love among all nations? Then our flag will forever be a symbol of happiness and faith to the peoples of other coun- tries as well as to ourselves! DALE SCHILLING. Grade 8 (This paper was submitted to the D. A. R. Essay Contest to be judged May 15. 1947 as the representa- tive paper from Ranchester School) 21

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