Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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T H E THE OLD GARDEN GATE In the midst of my garden Of tulips, so gay, Bv the Old Garden Gate 1 desire to stay. 1 sit there from morning Til night sometimes, And listen to The church bell's chimes. 1 think of the days Of my childhood past When l‘d swing on that beautiful Gate so fast. And how in the winter I could not play On the beautiful, flowery Gate that way. 1 had to play In the nursery small; On every side There was a wall. I thought and thought Of that beautiful Gate; Oh! Twas long to wait! Carol Ward, 7BT. ENGLISH To English class we hasten, To study little rhymes About shins and seas, and then We study all the climes. Wo dream about the frozen north. And the heat of tropical days; And almost wish we were sailing fort ' To the splendor of unknown bays. Maude Lancaster. SPRING Now the brooks bsgin to ring, And the birds begin to sing; These are signs of joyous Spring And the pretty flowers it will bring. Eleanor Marsh, I IT. BOOK Oh take time to look at me, I may be bright and smart you see, PI! tell you of the land and sea; Oh take time to look at me. June Burhans, 7A-2. W I 1 A N REJECTION The trees retain their breath As the sun slips slowly on, On beyond the West. The trees retain their breath Standing motionless, Stricken by a loveliness. Men hurry on in high disdain; Proudly they claim Immunity From this beauty's pain. H. R. D. TREES Oh trees, do blow your gentle breeze, So the children can laugh and dance with glee; Dun’t be stubborn, as we know you can. Just blow your breeze, oh please, for me. June Burhnns, 7A-2. STROLLING 1 was strolling in the moonlight With my little brother Bill, We walked the whole evening, up and down the country hills. It was just about twilight, and every- thing was still, And we could hear very plainly The song of the whip-poor-will. The twilight shades were falling, And the dew was settling down, When brother Bill got tired and wo both returned to town. QUEEN MAY Winter ice and snow have gone And birds sing all the day, Bees and butterflies play at tag; Now comes our dear Queen May. You’re full of laughter and of fun, In colorful array; Everybody, old and young, Welcomes you, Queen May! Lois Madison, 7AT. Ml

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T H K PARADOX In the quiet heat of the morning I sit and watch An old lady pushing a lawn mower, An old lady with a broad-rimmed hat Pushing a lawn mower. Youth in the sun Watching, And an old lady Pushing a lawn mower. The sun shoves up the grass, An old lady cuts it down. And youth sits watching In the sun. And youth sits watching........ H. R. D. SPRING The dew was lighting on the flowers» And the sun was peeping through; This was indeed a glorious sight, And the flowers were glorious, too. The daffodils popped up their head. , And the crocuses stirred in their mossy beds; A tiny voice of a pansy was heard, “Spring is here! Spring is here! SUMMER'S COMING Flowers are opening up each bud, While little boys play in the mud. School and Homework are passing by, Hut June exams—oh me, oh my! They're coming on without delay. And oh! Do they know the way? Here and there a bluebird is humming. That's a sure sign that summer’s com- ing. Mother, get out your summer hat; Mary, brush otT that muddy mat; Baby, atop that annoying cry; See, the summer sun is in the sky. FLOWERS Flowers art blooming everywhere, The fragrance of them fills the air; Each day it is the silvery rain That helps to make them fresh again. Every day in rain or shine A little girl, who is only nine, Picks a few of the blossoms rare, And then her singing fills the air. Madaline Harris, 7A. W I T A N ROMAN DEATH The Spinner of Life Bends, Gathers, And cuts a tangled skein. Charon swings His pole Slowly; A burden in his boat. 0. Judd, '31. STORM The moon scuds low; A ship Heeling Before the blasts Of Nature’s wrath. The flying clouds. Rent and ripped. Shudder on: The shattered sails Of Luna. Now a fitful gleaming Like a beacon light On tossing waters, Lights the riven trees Below. The sodden ground Runs; And quails beneath The beat Of coursing rain. The storm goes on Unquiet And leaves behind A scene Of dustless desolation. O. Judd, '31. LAMENT The smoke of time Ascends, And fills the mind With clouds Of Doubt and Fear, For things once stable Tremble And shift in form Like shadow's Cast by flickering lamps. To hope for constancy And happiness again Is vain. 30 O. Judd, '31.

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T H E W IT AN On March 31, Mr. West held a re- union of the teachers from Number 9 School in the apaitment of the Practice House. Those present were Miss Grace E. Paul, Ex-secretary of No. 9, Mr. G. Quinn, ex-assistant Principal, Miss Violet Baglin, ex- clerk, Miss Esther Beckler, secretary, Mr. N. G. West, former principal, Mr. Roy Pindar, ex-teacher, Mrs. Quinn, Mrs. Nathanel G. West, Clari- bel Bruce, principal of No. 52 School and Mr. L. Erenstone, Health Edu- cation director. Luncheon was pre- pared by the Honiemaking girls and served by Anona Page and Helen White. On May 7, Mr. West held a nothe i luncheon in the apartment for three of his ex-pupils at No. fi, Miss Ella M. Bickford, artist, of B. Forman Co., Ella D. Trough ton, assistant treas- urer of the New York State Rail- roads, and Florence D. Kemmler, os- teopathic physician. The luncheon was prepared by the 8A2 Honiemak- ing class and served by Helen While and Anona Page. Provision is being made in the Practice House for the arrival of a school nurse. The furniture has been rearranged in order to use the dining room as a waiting room, the bedroom as a rest room and the kitchen as an office. Additional cots are to b? put in the bedroom. The junior high school honiemaking classes have been having a series of graduation luncheons which they pre- pare themselves. The senior homemaking girls have succeeded in turning out some excel- lent articles of clothing and are plan- ning a class exhibit and, later, a pic- nic. 32