Berkeley Institute - Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Listen, my friends, and you shall hear, Of M2 taught by Miss Bevier. Eight short months we will abide, In our airy classroom large and wide. Marion and Beatrice arithmetic adore, VVhile Isabel and I think it really is a bore. Hedwig and Lucile in art are unique, VVhile Virginia and Avis in class are so meek. Monie and Martha, sad to relate, Are very often terribly late. Gladys and Eleanor love to converse, Though they are naughty they could be worse. Marion and Ruth, a child, Are the class angels so sweet and mild, Mary our dearie says, Nothing would hap, If I should lie down and take a short nap. Then come Marion H. and Isabel A., One hundred in grammar they get every day. Henriette, Catherine, Mabel and all Live in our classroom to stand or to fall. Class Motto Lei ns then he what -we are, and speak what we think. and in all things Keep onrselfues loyal to truth, and the safred professions of friendship. -H. W. LONG1-'13LLow. Our Class Dear old Berkeley, just and fair, Happy years have I spent there, Learning how to write and read What great men and countries lead. Dear young schoolmates dark and light, Quiet, lively, dull and bright, Endeavoring each with earnest will, Her love for Berkeley to fulfill. -Florence Elizabeth Read. -Ruth Darling llfilliams. Page Thfrty-nine

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Spring Poems Gentle spring has come at last With birds and pretty Howersg Dreary old winter has gone with his blast, And the violets refreshed with soft showers, Now all the earth seems fresh and new, While sings the bird of heaven's own hue. -Beatrire Ru! Flowers, flowers, come out of the earth, For springtime is here and all is mirth, Come, pretty Crocus, so soft and white, Come, it is time to greet the light! Up in the tree tops the robin is swinging, Up from the earth the bluebell is springing, Out of the hive the bees are humming, N H. The ground again has turned to green, And dandelions may oft be seen, The violets in a shady nook, The daisy's bending o'er a brook, Gay tulip's in a Hower bed, And robin's here with breast so red! -Gertrude Milla 1' I love the bluebells that bloom in the spring, I love the bluebirds that sweetly sing, The buttercups golden, the dandelion yellow, And robin red breast with song so mellow. Now all little children are happy and gay, g. . . . . . F t tl s rin time has come for a sta . Por springtime is here and summer is coming. or Swee gen C p g Y -Lois JW-15011, -Anne Brennan The spring is here, the Howers are up, And all the earth seems gay, The golden fields of buttercups Nod in bright array. The birds are flying in the sky, And singing in the trees, While in the garden far below, Hum the busy bees. -Eleanor Russell. Page Forty-one