Astoria High School - Zephyrus Yearbook (Astoria, OR)

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ZEPHYRUS, 1931 Principal ]. W. Branstator (ID

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ZEPHYRUS, 1931 The Mill The clang, and the clash, and the shouts of men Piling the lumber high again; The shrieking sigh of a hard-toothed saw As it rips a great log rough and raw. The hum of power behind the wheels. And the swirling heat that grimly steels O ' er the sweating backs of the laboring men Who lift, and tug, and pull, and bend. The rumble and roar of a monster truck, Grunting and hauling through mire and muck; Clouds pouring forth from a smokestack high Sooty and blackened against the sky. The noisy screech from high o’er head, Proclaiming a rest and daily bread; A moment ' s ease, soon up, and then Piling the lumber high again. And when the five-o’clock whistle blows, The roar and clamor of labor goes Leaving the fresh-smelling stacks of boards And the great logs waiting in silent hoards. And when the darkness of night descends. One lone watchman peers and bends. Guiding himself by a single light Guarding those piles through the black of night. — JosephineWaffle. (12)