Roosevelt High School - Lariat Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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Rain There is something in rain that thrills me, Whether by day or by night- 'Ilhe wetness and splatter, The soft, sleepy patter, The thunder that fills me with fright. I love to be out if it's rainy, When the skyls a dull, sodden grey- The rain on my face All my troubles erase, And I feel it a real worthwhile day. RUTH ENTELMA N. A Soul The soul of the man, Like the heart of the rose, is there. Pluck away what the world may see, H Let it droop, and fade, and dieg But the heart of the rose is not gone Nor the soul of the man that lived! IRENE ALMQU1s'r. Seventeen I am seventeen and I'll never be again, I have my view on life and I have my views on meng I like the life I'm leading, tho' it isn't always play, And my one true wish, throughout the year, is: May it stay this way. Because I've heard it often said, Real joy is hard to f1nd - Itis not been said by seventeen, but by an older mind. Because, if joy's the thing I'll seek in my life's later cares, l'll keep the joy I now possess, no matter what else fares. RUTH ISNTELMAN. Thirty-mile

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YII1'1'l'fj'-Elighli The Lame B0y's Song I am lameg I can not run, But I can feel the sun. I can hear the birds sing to me In the tree. I can watch the small, sweet Howers Through the hours Unfold and blossom forth. I am lameg I can not Walk, But I can talk And laugh and sing, And so bring Smiles to Mother's tired eyes, Chase the sighs From her sad and trembling lips. I am lameg I cannot go To and fro As the other children do, And all the grown-ups, too. But, still I travel far away All in a day, And back with many fancies new. I am lame, but still I'm glad That I'm alive. Iill not be sad. Iill hope, and sing, and talk, And-someday Iill walk! VERA BLUMAN

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Forty Memories of the I opened a box Tucked carefully away ln a nook of a little bare attic. A gown of days forever gone by A gown of stiff white brocade Lay quietly resting there- Sinoothed of its wrinkles By the lingers of her lYho secretly had tucked it away Time had succeeded in using its p To soften the silver hue. The bright little flowers Sewed on by a once fair hand Had gradually faded-and dried. l caught a scent fragrant- Oh, so sweet and yet so very faint I lifted it quite tenderly VX'hen out of some secret tuck Past ONYCI' There fell a crumpled note, and the dust of a rose A rose which long, long ago Bloonied deep, deep red. Gu'15N1JoLxx Fon II LS