Burr and Burton Academy - Burtonian Yearbook (Manchester, VT)

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THE BUPTONIAN FRUSPRATIONT By MarJor1e Batchelder I turn I twxst I struggle It seems It cannot be I m battered back at every tum All Nature laughs at me God knows what woes beset me curse my wretched fate I am the vlctlm of my txme For I was born too late My strength IS most exhausted My strlfe of no ava1l I d almost welcome death xtself I must be doomed to fall My features are contorted Emblttered most to tears I wrlthe In one last vam attempt THE PINNACLE QW1th Apologles to Longfellowl By Ruth Starks 33 LIVBQ of great men oft rermnd us We may yet be shmmg lamps And departmg leave behxnd us Other heads for postage stamps Other brldges oer the rivers Other arches high ln alr Other markets xn the clty Other statues m the square Other hatchets trees and storxes Bearmg morals sure to faze And the pnnnacle of glor1es Other legal holldays N ATURE'S REMEDY By Jess1e Bolster 34 I sat alone on a h111s1de Lonesome heartslck and Far from home Across on another hxll Stood a. sxngle pme Noddmg for me to come L K6 N , U L ' ' , '32 ' l 1 Y I I . , fu ' , To wiggle both my ears. , ' ' r I h Y I , . , . , . , , ,

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THE BURTONIAN WEIGHED AND FOUND WANTING By Barbara H Binkerd 32 I told you that I loved you That you were more 'beautiful than lbeauty s self I looked into your llmpxd eyes I kissed your painted mouth And I believed lt Then you sent me to the country To fetch you some new toy And now I ll never love again For I have found a newer love A greater love a truer love You are a city siren she a village maid You live in Hell she dwells in Heaven She has the mountains you the towers She owns the trees birds fields and bavbbling brooks Pure white snow and heavenly skles The yellow moon and all the twinkling stars While you have streets and mighty rivers Soot and bustle shops and theatres I must go 'back to you I know For you are clothes and cocktails You are noise and adventure Combined with exotic beauty But my heart will remain with her Who is literature and deep thought Who is a calm harbor after storms Full of love and cheer While I am young You will thrill me O City But I shall die In the arms of my beloved Vermont REMEMBERING By Beatrice Latremore 32 I cant remember serious things Like presidents and dates How many miles to Txmbuctoo And how the market rates But I rexmemlber foolish fwords That you have said to me And just how white a moon can look Albove a lilac tree The crinkled way your gay eyes laugh A funny dream all tatters- Calm and comfort of your arms Not anything that matters And shining lights along the Great White Way.

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THE BURTONIAN PHI: BITTER BIT B11 Orrm Beattle 33 My mother oft looks up 1n woe And CFIQS You are not fit to go Your coat needs brushing and your han' Stands up as though you d seen a bear And thexes some grease upon you1 hat You sulely can t go out hke that She frets and stevss about the dxrt That often settles on my shxrt Oh dear she Slghs you look a wreck If It vsasnt for me you d break your neck You cannot go and that IS fiat If you are gomg out l1ke that , , f 1 I , . But lf she could only see me now, Wlth streaks of sweat upon my brow, Lymg flat upon my back Thmking that my head will crack On a poemg and to my sorrow, 4 It s due 1n Enghsh class tomorrow WHEN MY FRIEND FORGETS ME By Laura Nlchols 33 When my dearest frlend forgets me And my work IS gomg vsrong When I m full of such regrets I Havent txme to hum a song When young love has turned to ashes And young hopes are laxd aslde The only thlng thats left me Is a dreary sort of prlde Oh' I ll smxle and show my Splflt What 1f sm1les do hurt my soul? I wont confess I fear xt Never say I ve mxssed my goal' For xf I Smlle and bear xt There s no trouble that can stay Theres no fear or doubt or worry That I cannot drxve away