Cheverus High School - Clarion Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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E OETSQQC GRN R2 Read from Scglne humbler Whose Son. pf? lished fro hiffiieiigttttow AMBITION O thou far distant goal that I see in ll'lllNl'S eyeg Thou support of my hopes in the claya long gone hyg Thou who maketh or hreaketh a man hy thy power- I ani your slave. NYhether happy or sacl l still follow thy light, Through the hrightness of clay anrl the darkness of night. Though thou holcleth no pity. e'en for hrave souls- Yet I have hope. liicxxeis l', Ki-Lxxm THE DESERT OF THE WEST Scorching. thirsting span, Cursed enemy of many Protecting none in its henclish hreast- The seething Desert of the X'Vest. Lorcling o'er. a king unjustg Soyereignecl people of distrust, They who soar above its crest- ln the Hery 'Desert ofthe XYest. Yile creatures haunt this land. Descendant parasitic clang Uncanny, weird-they know no restg In the waiting Desert ofthe X'X'est. R1ililili'l' A-XNn12RsoN v

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28 THE CLARION who used ta like a little drink sometimes. and when he came tuh afterwards, maybe he said, 'never againf Still I got quite a kick out of the old bird, so I pushed the three-legged armchair over in front 0' him, plopped myself in it and started tuh puzzle out what this apple meant by hollerin' Never Again. just sat there dreamin', never said a word, just thinkin' of how Lenori would never be with me again anymore, Then the room grew kinda' stuffy and I seemed tuh feel there 'was spirits in the room. Up I hops and started tuh rake ova' this crow, boy, I called him everything. I asked him if I'd ever see Lenori again and up he pipes, Never Again. Boy, this got me sore. and I tried tuh kick him out, but nothin' stirrin'. Every time I'd tell him tuh grab the atmosphere he'd just pipe back, Never Again. Well, this got me riled and I went tuh heave a book at him, but when I went tuh get up the legs o' my chair gave way and I hit the floor. I Woke up in a hurry and, boy, I felt glaclg it was gettin' a little too strenuous. After this, brother, you won't catch me readin' any o' P0e's yarns. FRANCIS P. KEANEY, '2'7. THE PLEASURE OF LOAFING Now that the swell days are coming and you can go any place without worrying about the snow, or without putting on a couple of sweaters, it sure is great to think that you can hang around with the old sun shining down on you! These are the days when boys hate to go to school and fellows who are working feel like giving up their jobs just to enjoy the good weather. This is the life of Riley! But you have to have a little money in order to lead such a life because one has to have a little style and in order to get the clothes you will have to go to work. But who likes to work when these good days are coming? Although you wouldn't enjoy it so very much if you didn't have some money to at least buy smokes and maybe help chip in for the hire of a car for a little ride, still you might take a chance on the weather alone. VVhen you hang around for about a week or maybe a month it is like everything else. You get sick and tired of it and want to do a little work again. Thus spoke the prophet of better days. JOHN W. MURRAY, '28, .L M. ,,., L. I.. M. 1 I I M

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