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

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Simplicity America Working, wlzile sleep hypnotized a town, snow ringed ugly stoops with its shining crown. Her work was done. Shades opened,,,their eyes, blinking and drinking in a pleasant surprise. H Many opened their windows wide, jillst to touch the snow outside. But, none so thrilled as one foreign lady, In plain old clothes, neatly attired, Who sat at thewindow and just admired. When, suddenly in her hallway, mad galloping sounded. Her heart skipped a beat, then pounded and pounded. From fifty throats burst forth sharp shrills Down her spine ran fifty chills Prepared for emergency, she ran to the door, to see four young boys dash by in an uproar. On to the streets, they practically flew She went back to the window, to start life anew. While meditating from her window, a wide street scene passed her gaze, of handmade weapons and white flashing rays. A battle raged on, of twelve little men who aimed for the nose, and fought to the end Watching their war, more excited she grew, laughing and shouting until they were through. Brave Patrick O'Neill with fiery red hair, charged in on the enemy. Such courage was rare! , Brave john, a Negro, with one dimplecl cheek, fought the enemy till they grew weak Puerto Rico this nicknamej had an excellent idea Why not take two captives from the rear? They stuck out tlzeir chests with a victorious so-ng Little men, as you are -now, grow brave and strong.' The intruder of day tipped down from the sky Thoughts of the coming Sabbath she cut short by a sigh Still all through the night, a foreign lady heard little men's feet, on her small unimportant, peaceful street. Helen Laurence 19 IIMENEZ

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Because I H a ve a Colored Face Because I have a colored face, This much is very true, Some thirteen million of my race Are judged by what I do. Because I have a colored face, Some think I should bow in shame But, I am very proud Of the Negroes' noble name. Because I have a colored face, You wonder zuhy I am so proud? Because from the trampled dust my people rose Never, never more to bow. Becau.se I have a colored face, This I will try to do, Fight this racial hate that says Slow your pace, Colored face. Prejudice I left the town, I loved the best, To roam so far into the blue. To a little place deep in the West, My life to start anew. The people seemed so far away. Their eyes all said to me, You are not wanted, do not stay. This is no place for you to be. My eyes had known no tears before. My heart had been so young and free. But now my eyes are blurred. And sore The heart that once was full of glee. I understand now how it came. Oh, I am wrong and they are right No one but I should bear the blame. For I am black, and they are white. A uclrey Gibson Eternal Night Deep is the blackness of night Deep is the unheard louclness But, inspiration goes far below these A night will be everlasting on canvas, in Even so, a thought is stronger than these. What would a world say? Deft hands concealed the artist's hate Hands that were his own And all said, He loved the world Because the artist was unknown. writing Helen C. Laurence A Prayer Thank thee, Lord, for the miracle of light After the mists and the clark of night We humbly beg Thee, Lord, to grant us Power to keep the world harmonious .... Bernice Da Silva Alma Lonergan 18

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