Bentley High School - Silhouette Yearbook (New York, NY)

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I'LOM7l!!ClA8 It Hutters softly through the cold, dry air, Gliding to its resting place with gracef-1 Part of a shawl for Mother Earth to Wear, A segment of quaint, old-fashioned lace, A joyous visitor to war-torn Earth, Where Mars holds us in his deathly grip, Pitying the World for its lack of mirth, Condoling all man,s pain and hardship. Its star design hegins to fade away As the Warmth of Mother Earth seeps through: It seems content it does not have to stay To Watch the World its old hattlesrenew. Then like a mist itvanishes in space As a mass of others rush to Fin its place. TOBY Moscowrrz ' The canyon vw as a deep Wrinkle on Mother Natures hrow. JOE H1RscH The lake was a silver dollar, shining in the palm of the earth. JOE Hmscu His chin lapped over his collar like waves hreaking on a heach. NEWTON CATTELL

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onsense rom he mast Oh, forty years ago ahouted k It couidrft have been moref- I wasn't as old as I am novvg I was minus twenty-four. Une day While walking on a heach All Filled with Hue-green sand, . 1 came upon a purple Fish With a green and orange hand. ' 1 looked at him, he looked at meg We both looked at each other. He said to me in a cheerful voice. H0h, dear, Vve lost my motherlnp I turned to him with Wicked eye And laughed at him in scorn. . HYour plight is naught compared to mine, For l,ve not yet heen hornf' Oh, you may think that this is strange, Ur even quite a horeg But such things happen every day When you,re minus twenty-four. ELAINE LEVY 5? At the end of the dance the couples melted away like the heads of a necklace from which the string had heen pulled. A JOAN SACK