Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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THE WIT A N TWILIGHT MOODS Twilight pinned two brilliant stars Into her fragrant silvery hair, Put all her pets to bed and then She locked her western door with care. H. Reddy. 30. NIGHT SONG The moon shone down from the heav- ens And lighted the earth below, When out of the peace came a lullaby, A sound that wus sweet and low. The waving branches of the trees, The gentle sighing of the breeze, The sweet perfume of flowered trees, Sing on spring. Then as the days go fast away, The blossoms turn from white to gray. And gently, gently drop away In the spring. I heard the patter of the rain Upon the broken window pane; The chirp of birds came to my ear, After the storm the sky will clear. Twas the voice of a happy young The trees are mother Singing her babe to sleep; She ssing of a Christmas long ago, When shepherds watched o’er their sheep. Her voice was an echo of sweetness, Her words, an inspiration As she sang of the Babe who is now the King Of a great and glorious nation. Soon the air was still again, Her babe in dreamland lay; She placed him gently in the crib And tiptoed softlv away. M. Haley, 30. GO SLOW The C. H. S. committee, As all we students know, Is trying hard to find a way To make us all go slow . When some one descends the wrong • pair of stairs, That makes the officers frown That they must tell you more than once Which pair of stairs to go up or down. Now all of us should try to find. Or at least you ought to know. That when the halls are crowded The least we can do is go slow. Marian Du Val, 7A-2. green with foliage, The grass is wet with dew, The pussy-willows burst their buds, I want a new dress too. Let the wild winds blow And the clouds hang low, Every winter has passed; No storm con last. It is spring. God keeps in His care The soul that can dare, The note of good cheer The Father holds dear, For tis spring. Florence Sparks, 30. A GIFT God gave you, sweetheart, Two corals from the sea. These were thy lips. A murmuring mystery. And then Ho took Two stars from out the sky, And heaven dreamed its dream Within thine eyes. God gave you, sweetheart, A gift beyond compare. This thy heart, In all its beauty rare. Then let me kneel So humbly at thy feet, For love has made Life’s miracle complete. A. Dale P. G., '28. 10

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T H E W I T A N into a near by tree, the white cover still hiding it. Johnny and Miss Warner, thinking it could not get down from the tree very quickly, hurried down the stairs, out of doors, and around the house to the tree in which the object had landed. But there was nothing to be seen except the white cover hanging on high on one of the lower branches. During the next two weeks things disappeared a t different intervals. First, a bracelet belonging to Miss Warner; then, brooms and dustpans, pails, mops, articles of clothing from clothes lines» and other numerous articles. No one had been close enough to see what the “thing” really looked like and no one, although he wouldn't admit it, was quite willing to hunt for it and solve the mystery. Then, one night between six and seven, Johnny and one of the neigh- bor boys were strolling along discuss- ing the events of the day and hap- pened to pass Dr. Brown’s old barn, which had not been in use for several years. Just as they were going to pass on, Johnny spied something bright in the grass near a broken window of the old barn, and, stooping, he picked up a bracelet. It was the one that Miss Warner had said dis- appeared mysteriously a week ago. It suddenly came to him that the old barn was involved in the mystery in some way or another, and he hurried- ly published the news. In less than «an hour, the whole vil- lage, it seemed, armed with knives, revolvers, pitchforks, shovels and axes, surounded the barn and made ready to investigate. Johnny was chosen to open the bain door while the others rushed in; so Johnny crept softly up to the door, unlocked the padlock and threw open the doors. The crowd stepped forward and held their breath. At first, they couldn’t make out anything, hut as their eyes grew accustomed to the dim light of the darkened barn, they saw a dark form lying in the corner on a pile of old hay. Revolvers were drawn, shovels and other weapons raised, and the crowd pressed forward into the barn. Johnny, being at the head, reached the darkened corner first and at one glance he shouted, ‘it's a monkey!” Sure enough, the frightened animal was a monkey It was caught and examined. Around its neck they found a leather collar on which were de- scribed the words: Jip, trick monkey of Bamum’s Circus.” Ida Diehl, ’31. 13

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T HE WITA N EARLY MORNING BEAUTY It’s a lot of fun just living. When the morning sun is giving All the world a touch of gladness with its glow. Then you're brimming with ambition For the job that is your mission, And you start out early, whistling as you go. Cares, that yesterday seemed heavy, Fail today to even levy Half a minute of your time in vain regret. As you swell your chest with breezes, Fainted with the tang that pleases, You would think yourself a criminal to fret. Then you realize tomorrow Is the proper time for sorrow, For tomorrow' never comes—Dawn brings today. With the sunrise glory staining All the skies that were raining. Just to warm your heart and cheer you on your wav. A. Dale P. G., ’28. There was a young girl named Julia, She was always trying to fool you; She played me a prank And I gave her a spank And her noisy expression would fool you. REASSURANCE There's never a flower in all the world But makes some green stem sweeter; There's never a bird in all the sky But makes some heart feel lighter. There's never a star but brings good cheer To every planpt once a year. No robin but may thrill some heart, His down light gladness voicing. God gives us all some small sweet way To set the world rejoicing. Florence Sparks, '30. THE CIRCUS I saw a tiger, bravest of all, And then a giraffe who was very tall. i tell you it was funny to see A little monkey' climb up a tree. The lion is so big and great, Twa« odd to see him eat from a plate. But the very funniest thing of all Was the seal who played with a rubber ball. Zenobia Lockhurst, 7B-2. THE MERRY SEA 1 love to sit by the seashore y. And gaze out on the sea. And watch the dainty ships sail by; They seem to smile at me. The waves rise up to trip them, The ships just laugh with glee; They skip and dance right o'er the wave. Then turn and wink at me M. Haley, '30. Lord Purdy, 7A-2. MY LOVES These are my loves; let me name them again— The newly-made hay, the chirp of th » wren, Childish voices in riotous play, The blossoms just peeping out in May. Rain 'gainst the window pane, thunder of the falls. Smells of newly washed clothes, the crickets’ calls, A bright cheery fireplace, popping corn. The dew on the grass before the mom. These are my loves; I have named them again. —Tessie Van Dam, '211. Oh, call not my name! I t me doze in the shade Where closed and unstudied my school books are laid. Dark, sleepy and dim is the place where 'tis said All the facts about Congress should be in my head. —B. Reddy, '30. 17