Amherst Regional High School - Goldbug Yearbook (Amherst, MA)

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Q THE VILLAGE A dark blue hill, An azure sky, A shadowed pool, A pine's soft sigh, A cosy cottage With creeping vines, A brave old mansion With sturdy lines, A poet's home, An author,s room, An antique shop, A time-Worn loom, A lusty cheer from A football game, All this is-AMHERST Of college fame. A -DOROTHY MOR1 EY

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PP PP 44 44 in the 1936 Q03 .Bug JULIA YOKUBAITIS It's wiser being good than bezel, It's safer being meek than fence. CHESTER JOSEPH ZAWASKI ff JJ Zeetlons yet vnodest.

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A 11936 STUDENT TOOKS ARCOUND I-IIM I .mmyl AM seventeen. I have reached the age when my own little town should be a matter of interest to me. And it is, when I stop to think about it. But there are many ideas abroad that confuse me. Men talk of war. I cannot understand why we should have war, why thousands of young men should die and thousands of hearts be broken merely to glorify one leader or to enrich one nation. Nothing good can come of war. It is nearly twenty years since the great World War, and today there are hungry children and jobless fathers who are suffering because men were blind enough to think that by war they could find peace. When business and industry are ruined by war, what peace can man find in empty pockets and crying babies? What peace is there in families whose fathers are killed, whose brothers are crippled? What peace has been gained when man can forget so quickly the hell of war and be eager again for blood? There are many things other than war that I find hard to explain. I cannot under- stand the flounderings of governments and governors, except that I see now how weak and futile they are in comparison with the idealistic conceptions I once had. I But as I have lost my faith in our so-called important people I have found an ever-increasing delight in knowing the people around me. To me the greatest thing in our existence is beauty, especially the beauty of silent companionship. True, there are persons who bore us, disgust us and hurt us. But there is something in every human soul that is wonderful and something in every person that is beautiful. It is fascinating to watch people, to wonder what they are thinking and to imagine their histories. Perhaps it is fortunate that our thinking is done privately. ' This delight of mine in people is one that the world has always known. I have another love that is just as old. I love the stars, the trees, blue-shadowed snow, the wind -all this wonderful world that God has lent us. Maybe it is because I'm only seventeen that the Hrst star can make me feel so queer. Perhaps, when I am older, I wonit care to watch the moon over the pines. Maybe I won't write poems about the first robin or laugh because I'm so glad the sun is shining. Maybe I won't. But I can be glad now that such things delight me, and that I have all my life before me in which to see new sights, to hear new sounds and to find new interests. -KATHERINE DORAN. LIFE The sun rose Bright and glorious Out of the morning. It faded In dark oblivion Into a dreary sky. .5 -A. HARRINGTON.