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

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THE TRAGEDY A man vrae etandinf . by the road, Big tears streamed down his cheeks; I hadn’t seen a thing like this Around for weeks and weolcs. As I was on the other side, He called me to come around; But when I looked at him, he only Looked down to the ground. He looked as if he’d lost a friend. I asked. He said, ’’Not that. And then I saw the tragedy— A tire had gone flat. Betty Lou Brumbaugh THE CLOUDS The clouds drift lazily by Up in the clear blue sky. They are the fleecy shoep so white That dot the heavens day and night. Like a baby chick they’re soft as dovm As they float ovor country and town. With a background of heavenly blue They glance down at me and you. Beautiful clouds, what a wonderful sight! When I behold them in day light I wish that I were big and tall Then I'd reach up and grab them all. They are the sheep in pastures blue That graze the heavens all the day through. Jack Weaver BOOTS BootasyvJrfrots,. boots,, Walking down the street, Brown boots, black boots, Many different-size boots, Knee boots, ankle boots, Many different color boots Red boots, white boots, Combinations of many shades Black and red, brown and tan Many different styles, Buckled boots, zippered boots, Size, color, length, and style, Boots, booth, boots. Mary Allison

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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

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A Symbol CINQUAINS OF 1943 Our Flag Our Flag, Symbol of faith In God, country, president, In homefires which will always glow For us. Louise Brumbaugh Till Death Bataan, Corrcgidor, You fought bloody battles, You fought on relentlessly Till death. Robert Campbell 1943 The car, With gas so high And tires so low they'ro flat Goes screeching along with many a groan Then stopa. John Beaver The Library The books Are rowed neatly Upon the shelves. They stand, Red ones, blue ones, tall ones, thin ones, Rowed up. Lucille Rinard My Head My head Is like a top, Topsy turvy all the time, Playing tunes, or seeing stars, My head, Patricia Foreman A Touchdown A yell, Ilats are flying, Boys and girls are shouting, The band is playing very loud.... TouchdownI Red, white, And blue waving Against the deep blue sky.,.. May it always be waving there On high , Mary E. Cleric The Flagpolo How staunch And straight; It should be very proud, For it bears the greatest flag of all Our flagl Marion Kelley My Mother Mother Is not great, Yet she is a symbol Of something I will always want And love. Helen Krieger Parting You said Hello to me That day so long ago; And now in my tuen I say, Good-bye, Shirley Jean Slate Tragedy First Jim, Then Jack and Bill, Now Bob, and Don and Jake. You and I are right there too,.... Flunked, Ellis Brumbaugh Revelation It shines, Sparkles, glitters On her little white hand; It tells you she can not be yours, That ring. Faye Donahoe Dorothy Freidhof