Central Junior High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Marion, OH)

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fwmmxwx' --A il X X ll X llifi !g0MHAm 'l i:? Priz o Poem --1--..,,il DECIMBER It is easy to write about June-time When the rosos are Llooming so sweet, ind the diisies and violets and pansies fre growing about your footy When the Truss is so roen in the meadows Q to H J ina everything's happy and gay, But itls hu der to Write of December When the skies sro so cloudy and gray. And out in the bleak winter woodlands The troes are so gaunt and so bare, Whore once Wore the green leafy bowers ind birds singing everywboreg And now there is a cold stillness Only broken by Boreas' call, ind here and there the wee footprints I To show there is life there at all. Yet the flowers 'neath the snow are just sleeping ind trees ire just taking Q nap, The buds will again burst in beauty, ind the trees will bo filling with sap. Ndsure must take time for rosting, For too much of sweetness Wiould eloy So while we are longing for springtime Let us our winter waiting enjoy. For December too has her beauty, Of ber winter joys let us sing. There is even n beautiful poem In the flash of s csrdinal's wing. In the pictures by snow-fairieb painted, In the chirp of the cbioadoo-deeg You may like your perpetual June-time, But I'll take some December for mo. 0 Marjorie Bibler.

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WW Vqfmz-5 j 1 I N X X HAZ 7 I --- up 4::-.. THE PLUCK OF THE IRISH nShip ahoyln yelled Avalon through the megaphone to the swiftly approaching motor boat. Canvas-shed feet were braced on the starboardg and with a mighty turn of the helm with her tanned muscled arm, the dainty but study perfect specimen of young wemanhood turned the sail-boat Nero to the Wind. Clad in duck middy and trousers with a blue silk scarf knotted around her bebbed, black, curly hair, she tripped across the at the end ll for the last fifteen years, above the freckled face toward the was rapidly hoisting the Provisions Sho nodded, then and with her aid Hwell, that's th the meditating p HHm-m-mu, issued be able to rough deck and leaned over the of whichwas a polished brass rail to rodeive a rope large box. stretchn, shouted a boy of perhaps , din of the motor,-as he turned a grinning girl, who, using the rail as a pulley ' weight. turned to her swiftly approaching companion, dumped the box upon the deck. tn, murmured Avalon, partly to herself and to rson at her side. from the latter, HDe yousuppose, Lonnie, we'll it another twelve hours?U HOh, I hope so, Poppynreflected Lonnie earnestly taking the wheel again. Turning the Nero to the wind, it swung back into its course and she grimly hold it there. Poppy, her red hair like a flame in its tousled state in the slant ing rays of the sun, turned her deep blue eyes to the horizon as she spoke. Hwhat ever made you take up that foolish bet about being able to spend four months on the bay with only one other person for eompany?H nJust to show my brother that girls are not all wishy-washy creatures or human jelly-fish. I chose you for my companion as I knew you had grit enough to stick by me, kid,H retorted Lon fiercely in her exasperatien. nMe Irish pluck is responsible for this episode, I gather. Sure, and its a bit of blarney that helps me alongn, s e added laughing at her own brogue. R! I ,,,f1r-v-'