Saxton Liberty High School - Block Yearbook (Saxton, PA)

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TO A YOUNG WOMAN A small-featured, curt littlo girl With hair in a stilish curl Cane past ny scat, And I neod not repeat, Gave ny head a whirl. I followed her with ny eyes down the aisle. There ny eyes stopped and rested awhile. She sc.t in her seat with manners so neat I was obliged to stare at her well-grooncd hair And decide That a young woman was seated there. Bill Cunningham TO YOU And sometimes I wonder why I do not cr.ro For things I onco lilced — clothes I once used to wear. They bring sad and happy monorics of that and this— Of a frown, a laugh, your happy smile that I miss. Tho sun never shines and the rain never falls Without bringing a day of the year that recalls Hours spent with you. love has not died, But 0, the gulf that separated us was ever wide. Helen Bussard GRADE SCHOOL NOTES He handed it shyly over. She took it with a b3.u3h. Ho turned his back toward her And opened his book in a rush. She slowly opened it And with a sigh she read. Her cheeks burned so. She quit And quickly hid her head. Roses are rod, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet. And so are you. It’s just corny poetry now, written so poor, Yet at tho time Shakespeare could have said no more, Louise Brumbaugh CHRISTMAS — 19A2 It is Christmas, nineteen forty-two, And all of us wishing our tires were now. And if we had tires, there would be no gas, And so, ny friend, I say to you, Alas! Robert Campbell

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TO A SAILOR She said, the day you left, not long ago, That you shoula never see her cry. And though she misses you more every day, Before she'd cry, I know she'd rather die. Her face was smiling when you saw it last. She cried a little after you had gone. She didn't seem ashamed of those few tears; Instead, she's proud that you are brave and strong She says she'11 smile when you come home someday; And though you're on a shin or in a foreign land, I hope you'll always sec her smiling face, Ti e way it looked the sry you went away. So just remember this about your Mom, She's smiling though she wishes you wore heme. Betty Miller FCk POSTERITY We live in the year of forty-two. The tires arc rationed and the cars -arc not new. Next on the list we find sugar and gas, And soon coffee and tea will be tilings of the past Doris Letagar MY OLD CAR I have four tires upon my car; I'm sure they won't take me very far. Oil is scarce and gas is low, (That's a. good reason for driving slow.) The brakes won't hold When the weather is cold. And I can't drive at night 3ecause the lights aren't bright. But that old car is the pride of my heart. Though in a. few months, I know, it won't start, I'll ja.ck it up and give it a shine And still keep and cherish that car of mine. Jessie Lowells IOYl -LETTER SALUTATION Mike, my'dear, . l,-rtcc' the note; Sweetheart, Honey caused me to dote, ' Dearest, Darling in successive tri-s. Appeared mushy before my eyes. T: is doesn't ratter; it's what's below. So it was begun with a. curt Hollo. Bette Gates Bill Cunningham

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A .STORY L'm going to ditch that darned old car; It's falling apart, it can't go far. This is nineteen thirty-nine; It's just no good; it's seen it's time. But now it's nineteen forty-two; I could sell it now for a thousand or two. I’m mighty lucky that I've still got her; You see the darned thing runs on waterI Therese McCarthy MY CLOSEST RELATION She's always there to cheer ae ' hen I’m feeling mighty blue; I know every word she tells me I can court on being true. .Though she may not be so very old Her hair is turning'white.' Anything she ever does, to me, Is just the thing that's right. If anything should happen. There will never be another To take the olace, at home. That's held down right now by my mother. Betty Lou Brumbaugh T. INS They are twins, but alike? No, as different as day and night. Doris has freckles, but what should she care? Doris lias person; lity rare . Her voice is soft and sweet; Just to hear her sing is a treat, Doris has big eyes that are blue And snorkle like sun on the '•.'civ. They are green in the sunlight Violet by the firelight But blue in the twilight. Donna has long curly hair. Her complection is so very fair. Her lips are like orchids in softness and color .allure. Each feature as though carved by a sculptor. Her face must have been tinted by an artist hand. Such beauty, the work of a fairy's'wand. Her hair is golden in the sunlight. Brown by the firelight 3ut auburn in the twilight. Lena 3ussick