Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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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

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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 IE WITAN THANKS The Witan Staff wishes to thank the members of the II-2 typewriting class for their great assistance in typing the Witan material. The work of Julia Van Dam, Ida Diehl and Mary Torta was especially appreciated. On the last day before the material went to the printer, Julia stayed many hours after school and did some last minute work. Many students declare that there is no school spirit at Charlotte. Surely this is a fine example of it. CANDY The candy committee of our school should be greatly complimented for the delicious candies they have been offering for sale. The assortment they have been displaying is varied enough to satisfy the “sweet tooth” of almost anyone. Those of us who are dieting certainly must find it difficult to re- frain from buying their very tempting confections. SPRING FEVER Spring is here, and along with it “Spring Fever ’ so nerve-racking to most students. Studying is a problem indeed, and a stuffy class room is bor- ing to the extreme when the warm outdoors beckons. Our teachers find our actions in the class room any- thing but agreeable, but we seem to think they are demanding the unusual when they require our strict atten- tion to the matters at hand. How- ever, our teachers are human too, and no doubt they also suffer from this malady. We could help them a great deal by realizing this and saving our pranks for after school. NOISE Much has been said about the noise in the assemblies of our school in previous issues of this magazine. However, much more is still left to be said. Without a doubt, much of the unnecessary talking and other dis- turbances have been done away with, but the situation can still stand im- provement—a great deal of it. The teachers are not the only ones who complain about the noise. The students themselves are voicing ob- jections. Why not try to remedy the situation however, instead of fussing? Necessarily, this goes back to the in- dividual who must strive to do his part to make the assemblies more quiet BROKEN WINDOWS Any observer can testify to the fact that our school can lay claim to a good many broken windows. Some are broken accidentally, but a greater share are broken through positive carelessness. Not only do they take away from the appearance of the “School With A Purpose ' but they convey the impression that those who attend Charlotte High School are de- cidedly careless and thoughtless in their care of the school’s property. Since our school cannot boast of the modem architecture of some of the newer schools, all the more care should be taken so that nothing will detract from its appearance. Then, too, our reputation will not be marred, due to broken windows. (Continued on Page 54) 18