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

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DISCUSSION GROUF l HOME ROOM ADVISERS SPONSOR: Miss Grace Lewis Much of lhe bewildermcnl and loneliness suffered by girls new lo lhe high school is allevialed by lhe Home Room Advisers, a com- paralively young bul very worlhwhile organizalion. These girls, There is one lor every homeroom, lake lhe newcomers under lheir wing and acquainl lhem wilh lhe ways ol Davis. Al lhe beginning ol The lerm, lhe advisers hold a dinner lor Jrhem and all Jrhrough Jrhe lerm ac+ as Friendly guides. The Discussion Group is a lhoughl-provoking inslilulion. The girls hear many oulside speakers, women lrom all walks of life. When lhere are noir speakers, lhe members conducl lheir own discussions on Topics vilal lo Jrhe girl ol loday. 0880

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From a Cape Cod Paintbox Color here predorninaTes: BrighT blue shuTTers, snow-whiTe gaTes: Emerald lawns and diamond pools, Golden wickers, creamy sToolsg Fragile Teacups, TainTly pink: Rainbow Tragrances To drink. STill, ouT back, and besT OT all, ln The spark'ling days oT Tall, WhiTe-winged sailboaTs slip away To The Treedom oT The bay. STealing ouT To ioin The blue, Finding in The sunseT's hue Once again in skies serene, Pink and gold and emerald green. Mary Frances Martin Fog Shorn Trom some huge gray caT, Of some sTrange consTellaTion, ln some unknown sky: Leaden-hued Tur, as eThereal as gossamer, Tumbles slowly down To earTh .... Land and sea is neaTly covered by TluTTy, exacT heaps. The Coaxed by wind and sun, iT lazily sTirs ...... suddenly ScaTTers inTo whispy Tlocks - scrambles hasTily back To The sTars, whence iT came. Night: Summer AgainsT The moTTled sky The mounTain sTandsg Displays maiesTically lTs wooded lands, And Through The scaTTered clouds The sun's lasT rays In halo Torm descend Beyond my gaze. . . A hawk resTs in iTs fIigh+ Then glides To earTh A Trog gives venT, alone, To croaking mirTh .... l, in my bed, quiTe QuieT, ThoughTTully Join The world in lovely harmony, Elizabeth Gips o 90 o Giulio D'Angz'o