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

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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

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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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Memory Women Asleep. But in my dreams I still recall the looks He flashed across the crowded room To me. Betty Miller The Creek It's gray; It's silvery; It may be white at night. It's pretty hard to tell what color The creek. Joe Killer Just You Just you I want to see, So many ipiles away From me. I want to see you, Just you. Ruby Hoover Rain The rain Came fast and hard That day, that night, and next With thunder lightning crash and roar... Then quiet, Dan Baughman Destruction A bom Built years ago, Filled with the late harvests Was quickly and easily destroyed By fire. Wayne Morningstor Brightness The stars Shine in the sky Like twinkling sparks of fire, Making the whole world bright before The down. Annie Russell Women, Bleb, blob, blab, blab, Bleb, blab, blab, blab, blab, blab, Blab, blab, blab, blab, blab, blab, blab Blob, blab. Ray Guillord My Pal See her And you will know That I have a pal, too--- My little dog with ears so long, So dear. Emily Beatty My Enemy The clock--- Busy even now Ticking away my life,,.... Drawing me closer.....still closer To death. Helen Bussord A Tennis Ball Back, forth, Whizzing, whirling Across the woven net, Setting many mouths agape... Thrilling! Bill Cunningham Chemistry Every Morning is bright And clear, with not a thing To fear; no, not a thing except Chemistry. Eilene Weaver Spring Tis spring! Birds sing gaily Around my kitchen door And flowers wake on my window Sill. Guy Cooper Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.------ POPE