A B Davis High School - Maroon and White Yearbook (Mount Vernon, NY)

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i, 5- A CHIPS AND BLOCKS ' .1 R. nu' Mr. Childs and Daugl1+ers Mr. Childs is a lovable man Who helps us whenever he can. He's stern with his daughters-see--- Which is as it oughter be Although he's a lovable man. Mrs. Sumner and Son There once was a ladg in school KVho made pupils live by the rule. If her son disobeged it. He couldn't evade it His punishment often was cruel. Mr. Bunker and Daughler Some highlg notorious smells Come from the lab wherein he dwells. But his daughter takes Care Not to wander up there And so gets along with the swells Mr. Nielsen and Son At Beethoven. Schubert or Brahms Mr. Nielsen attains all the palms. But wise people know That his son takes the show lVhen it comes to attaining the blondes. OIIJO Mr. Searle and Daughler Histories-Mr. Searle knows- Some remarkable tangles expose. But Marg is fairer And he can compare her lVith Cleo or ang of those. Mr. Oswald and Dauglrler Mr. Oswald may punish the boys- He's used to their racket and noise But it's harder with malice To punish his Alice, For his daughter increases his jogs Mr. Addis and Son He rules over programs supreme, But he's still got a parental gleam. When he learns that son, That singular one Makes Euclid a verg good team. Mrs. MacDonald and Daughler Mrs. Mac will be glad to expound On vowels. the pear shaped or round But shape gou will End Comes quicker to mind When Margg, her daughters around

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A Generation MORNING- A chiId's wail, A newborn IciHen's mew, The Iusiry shine of all Things new. MIDDAYl A wedding veil, A family pew, Youlh ends, Ihey're one no longer Iwo. EVENING- The ioliering sage, Wiih snow-while Ioclcs, Toolhless and old, whom all youlh moclcs. NIGHT- The hazy veil is drawing close, The morning Iighls have long been gone. The I4iHen dead, The babe, now old, Grows Tired, And slowly - slowly sinlcs Beyond recall. Eleanor Miller DCFCDCC I said I don'+ carel lBu'r you lcnow Ihaf I do.l Do you wanl me io swear? I said I don r care! lThere's Ihe sun on your hair, And your eyes are deep blue.I I said I don'+ care! lBu+ you know 'Thai I do.l Daphne Stones 0 I8 O