Boody Junior High School - Beacon Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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THE OTHER GIRL Her hair quite straight, Her nose quite long, Her character, ah her character, Sweet as a song. THE FIRST GIRL Her eyes, how they flash, Her teeth, how they glitter, Oh, how she does make my heart pitter. Her character, ah her character! 'Tis hard and cruel and mean, But all the boys are still keen. But then, as the years went by, We all began to sigh. For the girl who was not so pretty Became prettier than the prettiest ditty.. And her home was filled with laughter, Forever, and ever after. But the girl on whom beauty had shone, She, yes she, was all alone. Sylvia Goldsmith, 9BI O A DREAM OF YESTERYEAR I wish I were an old fashioned girl, Who would daintily comb each perfect curl, And smooth out wrinkles in elaborate frocks With the regularity of Grandfather Cloocks. And when l'd wear my bonnet made of silk, l'd be wondering what would happen if I lived till today. l'd wonder if I'd want to see it and to stay, Or to live in those dear days of modesty, And family-long aristocracy. Rosemary McVarish, RBI MY IMAGINATION Whenever I go to sleep at night, I see all around a most creepy sight. A goblin, yes, a goblin all dressed in black, And on his shoulder he carries a sock.

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mmu POEMS-LYRICAL and PHILOSOPHICAL m SPRING BEAUTY The golden-winged butterfly flits through the shining sun, And the dainty little buttercup nods at everyone. There's a breeze in the air, and a hush through the trees, And laughing voices come ringing through the breeze. The trees put forth their tender leaves, And the rainbow in the sky a magic streak weaves. Such is the beauty and glory of Spring, The time when Nature smiles at every living thing. Theodore Sinitsky, RBI C THE FLOWERS I know a place where Roses grow- All in a pretty little row, Daisies and lilies and tulips too. I go picking them just for you. Filomena Ruocco, 7B6 O SPRING Wake upl Wake upl you lazy thing, Pull up the shades, and begin to singl Can't you smell the fragrance of flowers That come with rainbows and April showers? Spring is here, the flowers are blooming, Birds are singing and some are crooning. Wake up! Wake upl you lazy thing, Can't you smell the air of spring? Gloria Steckler, 7BI 0 TWO PORTRAITS Her eyes, how they sparkle, Her dimples so merry, Her lips like a rose, Her cheeks like a cherry.

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l rush to the lamp on the table And pull down the chain if l'm able. But it's only my own imagination Which gives me this queer, creepy sensation. Rosalie Badalamenti, AA2 GOODBYE TO BOODY Just as a friend leaves a place he holds dear, ln his voice there's a sigh, ln his eyes there's a tear, Knowing full well it's goodbye and good cheer, That's how we feel about leaving here. Just as we hate the going of Spring, Goodbye to the flowers and the birds that sing, Saying goodbye is no easy thing- That's how we feel about leaving here. When something we love- Has faded away, And dreams to fulfill have all gone astray, Farewell is a word not easy to say. That's how we feel about leaving here. All our hopes and ambitions here came true, To have teachers and friends that are true to you, To have someone to turn to when you're blue. That's how we feel about leaving you. Here love and sincerity was the aim, Where the rich and the poor were treated the same, To our minds you're a school worthy of fame. That's how we feel about leaving here. But alas, Dear Boody, the time is nigh, For us to say a fond goodbye. But you in our memory will never die. That's how l feel about Boody. V Blanche Boas, RD2