Battin High School - Red and White Yearbook (Elizabeth, NJ)

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A 'rrm Tonirunn HOUR H. , Q '. :Y fa R QWith apologies to Mr. Longfellow, X ,X I Q. - 4' Between the dark and the daylight When the day rs beginning to glower Comes a pause then a stop in my sleep That is known as the torture hour. 7 I hear from beneath my covers The flapping of little wings, The sound ofa buzzing that circles And in my ear drum rings. From my bed I see in the dim light, Descending from the air for the kill, A fly, that is black and ugly, 'Round my head starting to mill. A buzzing and then a silence, Yet I know from his many-celled eyes, He is plotting and planning within him To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from my bedpost! A sudden raid from the Wall! Through my mouth that is left unguarded, He enters my cavernous hall. He annoys me so much for he tickles As he climbs about on my face, If I try to catch him, he eludes me And leads me a merry chase. Do you think, oh, black-eyed nuisance, Because you have flown from me once, Such a sleepy young girl as I am Is not a match for you, dunce! I have you fast in my hands now And will not let you depart, But put you out of the window Where I hope you'll stay if you're smart. N ow I think I could sleep forever, I Yes, forever and a day . . . I But alas, once again under covers, I find my sleep, too, has flown away. LEONA GOLDBLATT, 750

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decorations and machinery from the eighteenth century. In the lovely garden of the park that surrounds the castle, we saw fountains and grace- ful statues and an interesting pavilion called China Palace. Stockholm, the beautiful City between the Bridges, is proud of its unusual Town Hall. The building is placed east from the old district of Stockholm across the outlet of Lake Malaren, where the narrow wind- ing streets are lined with the mansions of merchant princes and nobles of days gone by. It is the most magnificent example of modern Swedish architecture. William Butler Yeats said, after viewing the building, It is the most important, modern building in Europe .... No work com- parable in method or achievement has been accomplished since the Italian cities felt the excitement of the Renaissance. In the university city of Uppsala we visited Uppsala castle and the huge, lovely cathedral built in the thirteenth century which is the resting- place of many of Sweden's kings and queens. In this city we saw the gardens and orchards set out by the celebrated Uppsala professor, Carl Linnaeus, father of modern botany. Filipstad in the province of Varmland was one of the last places we visited. There we were able to stop at the tomb of john Ericsson, the famous inventor. A friend of my father's opened the iron door with a large key. There was an odor of silver polish and cedar in the tomb. The propeller of the Monitor lay at the foot of the casket, and a letter from the United States government, with withered wreaths, hung on the wall. The tomb was on a hill in the center of the graveyard. A small white church peeped through bright-colored leaves across the lake. It was now autumn, October in fact, and time to return home. My parents and I were once again standing on deck, this time in the harbor of Goteborg. How could I leave my new-found friends? I might never be able to return. Tears were once again in my eyes. ' . VERA SCHEDIN, 'go

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ATOM BOMIB Faster and faster, From the sky it falls, Carrying itself in deadly potency To the unsuspecting earth below. A blinding flame Rises high and widef A Hame red with the blood of people And yellow with the grain from their fields. A great roar 5 Echoes through the sky- i A roar whose force tears homes from their foundations 3 And crumbles them to the ground. A terrified scream Dies silently away- A scream meaning death to thousands of people And portents to those far away. - Horrible, .murderous death, Quickly replacing life- The lethal column of annihilation Stretches forth in dismal review. ' Donrs BLACKIVIAN, 'go His MAJESTY Aloof, With regal mien, the monarch stands, Tall and imposing. His deep purple robes, Hecked With patches of ermine, Radiate magnificence. Crowned By a Hashing, sparkling Diadem of snow and ice, A majestic mountain Surveys his domain. ANITA MAZZARELLA, 'go 10 THE PAIN TER He was a tired, bent old man. His work was finished for the day. His paint can hung from one worn hand. He sighed and put his brush away. He drew a cotton square from his pocket And with a slow gesture wiped his forehead His eyes grew bright with pleasure When he thought of the leisure Of the soft easy chair That awaited him. ANNE MARIE EHRHARDT, '50