Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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HIGH SCHOOL The WI'TAN THE GREEN AM) WHITE Looking towards day's early sunrise, Stands uur own loved school. Where we give life's early morning, Learn life’s safest rule. Keep up your highest pride. Re on the right side. 'Tis a lesson one must follow, Would he live aright. All it means lies in our colors. The green and the white. Green, rich in royal setting, Speaks the royalty, Of each teacher trusting ever To our loyalty. White proclaims the loyal student. And sheds a radiant light O'er a pathway 'ncath our colors, The green and the white. THE NORTH WIND The north svind is beginning to blow He’s blowing with all his might He’s making progress rapidly And we may have snow before night. JACK FROST Jack Frost is getting busy He’ll be busy during the night For he wants to paint vnur window With pictures sharp and bright. Margaret Ame , 8B2 AUTUMN AND WINTER Clouds arc turning gray Snow begins to fall, Autumn is here to stay The best season of all. Then comes winter cold and gray Snow is falling fast The winter later goes away, And warm days come at last. Selma Gilbert, 8B1 HARVEST The golden crops arc ready for store. The farmer’s can hardly ask for more. The cribs are filled with winter's feed, Storerooms with food and next spring % seed. Lillian Yanoow, 8A THE AUTUMN LEAVES The autumn leaves arc falling. Arc falling everywhere. And the autumn winds arc calling, To the trees that look so bare. The autumn leaves ate whirling. Whirling through the air. And the birds in flocks are swirling, And their summer homes arc bare. Clara Shea, 8A HOW IX) FORGET If you were busy being kind Before you knew it, you would find You'd soon forget to think 'twas true That someone had been unkind to you. If you were busy being true To what you know you ought to do. You'd be so busy you'd forget The blunders of the folks you’ve met. If you were busy being right You'd find yourself too busy quite To criticize your neighbor long Because he’s busy being wrong. Elizabeth A. Sweeting, qB OTR COLORS Western windows from your sunsets Memory weaves a chain Which shall reach from out this present To return again. Dearer then will seem Charlotte, Brilliant shield alight Dear old School, floar your colors. The green and the white. When the purple rims life’s twilight. Calling to the nighr. Then in fancy we'll keep twining The green and the white. So, Good Charlotte, float our emblem. Keep it well on high, That our thoughts may ever reach it Thru the bye and bvc. Elizabeth Sweetimo. 9B SNOW The snow is lying on the ground The wind keeps blowing it 'round anil 'round It keeps the flowers all cozy and snug In summer they test in a soft green rug. Marjorie Iaktke, 7B2 AUTUMN Autumn has gone with its warm balmy days, And left in its passing some frost on the way. To tint all the trees with brown and gold, And drive the flocks into their fold. It is hard to compete with nature’s hand, When trying to paint its colors grr.nd. We should best he content with the lot that we find. And all give thanks to our Maker so kind. Louis Dodge, 8A2 AUTUMN The leaves arc changing from green to gold. The sweet summer breeze grows piercingly cold. The flowers of summer arc drooping their heads, Soon snow flakes will cover them snugly in bed. Grace Sager, 8A 29

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The WITA N C HARLOT T E THF. CHEST Against the life line the breakers dash, Moving the rocks and stones, then crash! A chest is thrown upon the shore Emptied of water, but waiting for more. The tide comes in just as before. With a crashing, dashing, bellowing roar The chest is washed again to sea There to stand and not to be Washed in again' AsrioNETrr Coorei, 7B1 I AM GLAD Glad that I live am I. That the sky is blue, Glad for the country lanes. And the fall of dew. After the sun. the rain, After the rain, the sun, This is the way of life, Till the work be done. All that we need to do Be we low or high, Is to sec that we grow Nearer the sky. Josephine Chelimi, 7A1 THE GREAT STONE I-ACT (Insprnd by iht il'.ry of Salhauifl f lav-thorn f) As 1 sit in the valley at twilight. And ga .c at the Great Stone Face, A sense of wisdom creeps o’er me That all my thoughts embrace. After a day of labor In the holds of com and grain. I walk slowly homeward Along the narrow lane. At evening come my lessons Not in the village -.:hool But watching the Man on the Mountain, In the dusky weed «1 cool. Not an evening passed in the valley That valley o! Echo lake, That on this lovely bench My place I would not take. Not only the feeling of wisdom Comes from the Great Stone Face But a feeling of grateful kindness. In the profile, and of his grace. Carol Ward, 7A WINTER SIGN'S The leaves arc falling ro ihc ground. The wind is blowing hitter. Soon Jack Frost will come around The symbol of old winter. Bkmxadine Bakimmman, 8Ba AUTUMN When the leaves arc turning yellow. And pumpkins get ripe and mellow, When mr fireplace grows much dearer As the winter months come nearer. And long before the night I hc sun has hid from sight; The trees will moan and sigh They know that Autumn time grows nigh. Margaret Stebbivs, 8B3 TREES IN AUTUMN When Autumn come» The trees must all Change their raiment For the fall. Some trees arc bare. Some please the eye. No artist can paint them Against a fall sky. Janet Otto, 8A2 THE LEAVES The leaves arc turning red, gold and brown. They fall from trees and come drifting down. fh wind takes them up and whirls them around Some of them never again to touch the ground. Mae Henry, 8Bl HARVEST TIME Don’t mourn for the summer It will come around soon, The harvest is gathered Can't you tell by the moon? The leaves arc all yellow With splashes of brown, I hc pumpkin is mellow On it there’s a green crown. The birds have all down South to their nests, Leaving the trees To long winter's rest. Selma Michel, 8B3 AUTUMN Autumn has come merrily at last, And summer has gone swiftly past. Master wind has made his rounds. He has blown the leaves all over the ground. Also Jack Frost has visited for a time We know when we look at the foliage line. When we see the Pumpkins for Hallowe'en, I think Jack Frost has a very good scheme. But there arc more leaves to tumble down. Snow brings .1 blanket to cover the ground, Maks Hughes, 7B1 28

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The WIT AN CHARLOTTE AUTUMN LEAVES When autumn leaves arc turning We all have n yearning For the colors bright and new, That bring happy thoughts to you. When autumn leaves turn red and gold, And November winds blow chill and cold. It is .id to think that soon you'll see Not one gay leal on any tree. Frances Jackson, x»3 SNOWFLAKES Snow flurries! Snow flurries! All the flakes arc in a hurry. Falling, falling down, Light and spring) as a clown; Now the sleigh bells start to jingle, lee makes toes go tingle, tingle. I'ii elm a Kr.nrERN, 8A: THE HARVEST TIME The harvest time is here. And Thanksgiving, too is near. Out in the fields arc the pumpkins so yellow. Out in the orchard arc the apples so mellow. The harvest time is here. And Thanksgiving, too is near. The happy children arc singing for glee, Thanks be to God, so happy are we. Alberta Lee TENDING THE “KIDS’ On Saturday nights my mother and father, my brother and his wife, and mv sister and her husband go to rhe show. Of course, I’m the one that has to take care of rhe kids,” Shirley, Jimmy, and Kathryn. (Kay for short). They all come to my house and after the folks are gone I chuck” them off to bed. I put the two littlest ones upstairs and the biggest one downstairs. Then I proceed to do my homework. It goes all right for a little while, but all of a sudden. I hear a thud upstairs. Jimmy has dropped his bottle. Naturally he wakes up. I hurry upstairs so as to stop his crying before Shirley wakes up; but just as I get him settled she lets out a yell. I get her fixed and I hear a yell from downstairs. Kay lias awakened. Finally I get them settled and I get abour two Mathematics problems done and the phone rings. It seems unusually loud. Hut I rush to stop its ringing and it’s the wrong number. Of course the kids” wake up. It sounds like rhe Charlotte High cheer leader at a soccer game. Well, I have to go all through it again. Hut soon I get them settled down and then I hear the cars drive in. Boy! what a welcome sound that is. Now I can finish my homework and go to bed, and believe me I need all the resr I can ger afrer that struggle. I get paid for it but it's worth it. Korf.rt V right, 8R AUTUMN The leaves arc falling thick and fast In colors bright and gay. The squirrel is storing away his nuts. Preparing for another day. The days arc growing colder now. Soon the snow will fall; The bear is seeking a resting place, As the birds sing their farewell call. The bobolink has ceased his singing The brook its rippling sound; The forest too has stopped its ringing With the bluebirds joyful song. Kenneth Cali.a«;man LEAVES Leaves arc like dwarf beings. When they dance ami blow all day, It is then they arc happy, And remind one of children at pi»). But soon they must stop; They arc gathered together in one huge pile. There they watch the other leaves drop. Jack Rowe, 8Aa A REFLECTION “Courage is a virtue that the young cannot spare. It is better to suffer a thousand reverses than to run away from the battle.” Have you ever considered that thought? It con tains a lesson 1 think everyone should know. Cour- age that alone should be an important part of everyone's life. There comes a time when everyone is called upon to show his courage. I think we should keep this thought in mind. K. Henderson, 8B-j English Teacher; Joseph, please punctuate the sentence, “John said I am going to rhe store. Pupil: You put two of dem dare things in front a the I, an you put the quotation marks behind the store. Caroi. Ward, 7A-1 TONGUE TWISTER Cross crossings cautiously 'cause Carl caught Caroline crossing crossings carelessly. Janet Stki»,e, 7B-2 30