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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A Wish How I wish tlzat I were an artist's wife I'd watch him all day make things come to life. With canvas supported by easel, brush and bright potions, Sensitive eye, steadfast hand and impassioned emotions, He'll stand- Bru.sh in hand- Creating! Things of beauty, not seen as something real But as something only he can actually feel .... There will be times, I'll collect tra.ys of untouched food And long hours of silence not to disturb his occasional mood . . . But oh.' To share his wonderful happiness when He's hnished his picture and starts another again .... Sally Merran Wh at You Are to Me You are to me, perplexed young man, Perplexecl, because you see no end To the confusion of thought and mind To the conditions of our time. You are to me like a lonely wind Seeking something, but not knowing zuhat within. But, young man do not be distressed Alaybe you will hnd it when you rest .... Foolish Dreams Audrey Gibson I had pretended much too long and kept my poor heart free. Aly heart believed, my mind would not, that you would care for me .... I sent this dream upon its way. Too long it blinded me. Still free my foolish heart I keep, so will it ever be .... The dream. had made too much of you. Its structure was unsound. As I have built this dream of you, so must I tear it down. Rosalie Gary My Valentine Into my life, Like the rise of mist, Out of the sea Veiling the night, Enveloping me in your kiss You came-my lover-to-be . . . One and one equals one-always Unalterably. Joyce Illene Epps