Central Commercial High School - Hour Glass Yearbook (New York, NY)

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I LOVE YOU I love you. It is a common phrase, and yet When you smile, dearest The words illuminate my heart. RosE BARON VVITHOUT YOU My love for you is something not expressed by words, You're always in my thoughts though out of sight, The day is not complete without you, Yes, my dear love, without you I would be lost. LENORE WADLER AFTERMATH Now that I have realized Our love can never be I 'll lock the door to yesterday And throw away the key But if a memory now and then Insists on breaking through, How can I convince myself That I have forgotten you? MARY PEREZ I WONDER I wonder if you love me, The way that I love you, And if you ever think of me, As I have thought of you. CATHERINE GARAFOLA MY LOVE You are the ground I walk on, The sky I see above, You are the very breath I breathe: I'm very much in love. IRMA BILLET 27

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l'0hIln Fanw PRESCRIPTION FOR PRIDE Carry defeat With a conquering air, Lest passers pity, Lest strangers stare. Shelter sorrow In shimmering pride, Lest friend deplore, Lest foe deride. But weep, weep well When you're all alone, Lest your heart congeal , To a small cold stone. GEORGENA WAHNON This love for you, my darling, So the angels must confess, Will bloom for all eternity In no fool's paradise. This love for you, my darling, Has height and depth so great That heaven seems near to groping hand And a pool, the sea of fate. So if they ask me for a price It is not hard to pay, My golden crown and shimmering ways I'll gladly give away. BARBARA SATCHELL This dead flower which is before me Is all that's left of love once new, The petals droop forlornly, My heart cries out for you. If with the dawn you should return These leaves would bloom again, My love would once more blossom, You would not come in vain. GLORIA MORRIS I lie awake in the still of the night Thinking of you, I remember how you laugh and cry, I recall your smile and your sigh, Your face is flowerlike, With cheek soft and smooth, Your eyes shine through the darkest hours, Keenly do I realize My joy that you are mine. 26 DOROTHY BADER

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Then Tlaingaf to me are fave! A bright sun washed clean by raing Dark skies with one star aglowg 'The calm and busy place of Sundaysg Dancing to the rhythm of soft musicg The fragrance and lift in sweet spring airg The songs of birds floating down from green tree-topsg The warmth and security of a cozy bedg The feeling that follows the raising of the flagg Reflective moments after reading a good bookg The good clean feeling after teeth are brushedg My mother's voice that echoes from my childhood years. Sweetness of taffy melting in the mouthg The glow of soft hairg The music of a tinkling piano coming from afarg The restfulness of pink clouds resting on a blue skyg The eagerness of dawn creeping into morning lightg PHILIP GUTERIVIAN The relaxed feeling when cool sheets touch a warm bodyg The eyes of a child to whom you are an idolg The richness and variety of living as you think backg Being wanted by the one you love. Enchanting music softly winding through the darkg Wfatching a marriage in a Hower-filled churchg Rain spattering on face and hairg Picking mushrooms in a damp forestg Fruit trees in full bloomg Bouncing on fresh-cut, sun warmed hayg Seeing dim city outlines as you go up a mountain in The skyline of New York from a ferry boat at nightg A goldfish gently waving his tail in a bowlg XVaves racing up and down the sandg The sun streaming through an opening in a cloud. Z8 SEENA GREENBERG carp ANN MIRONUK