Christopher Columbus High School - Anchor Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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MALAY SPRING SONG They say that spring comes quicicty in cold places. That suctcienty the fields anti trees turn green. I icnow this isnyt so from ati the traces Of winter and spring together that i've seen. Anci sucicteniy the fields anci trees turn green, Yet violets come in poois of mud and snow,-1 The winter and spring together that live seen. Anci there are other things that I can show. Yet vioiets come in poois of muci and snow, A tawny willow hranch is arched with frost, Anct there are other things that I can show Vvhich prove that spring comes early anci gets lost A tawny wiiiow branch is arched with frost,' Vvhite sweet, warm mists rise from the icy ground, Which prove that spring comes eariy and gets tost, But cioesnyt taice much searching to he found. Vvhite sweet, warm mists rise from the icy ground, Vvith earthy octors and the air's damp chili, Q fit cioesn't tatce much searching to he found., When night is startess, hazy, cooi anci stiii. With earthy odors and the air's clamp chiii, ti know that this is so. here are the traces., The night is startess, hazy, cool, anci still They say that spring comes quickly in coici places. Fromzixce VV1Nnu:R

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WDRLD Our world is dilllerent from any other generations world. Prohahly that is hecause we are more conscious of the fact that it is our world than any other gen- eration helore us, and, because it is our world, we want everything in it our way. The way lwlom wants the curtains just Uthat way in her kitchen-that's how we want our world. Up to this point in our lives we have seldom thought of this gigantic litho- sphere as our world. VVe've thought in terms of the lew streets which offered a haven for Hour gang. VVe've lived in expectation of a chocolate malt in the Rear Admiral alter the eighth period. Qur world was a whirl ol' proms. zany Easter honnets. and the Savoy. Our world is all that, hut it includes one thing more. mingled among the laughter and jazz is a war-just as plain and simple as that. hut we are poignantly aware of it, more so than you will ever lcnow. Every time we piclc up a newspaper or turn on the radio or wallc into the auditorium and see 550 girls and 45 hoys. we are reminded. Because we refuse to listen to Lowell Thomas' gruesome details ol loattlelronts and ignore aunts' and uncles' morbid conversations of death and haslcet cases. doesn't mean that we are forgetting ahout it or trying to shrinlc from it. VVe're merely trying to talce it in our stride and live the lives we would have lived in normal times. Vve want our ideas ol' normalcy imhedded deep. now, because those ideas insure peace. Vve want our ideas installed in our world hecause the nucleus of our ideas is a peace which will last until the end ol' time: a peace which will pro- vide colces, and boogie. and zany Easter honnets to future generations ol' Seniors until Alma Maters cease to he. CELESTINE SICONOLFI Y W Q .sf -'-':? f ., 0 U u :'o g g 'a'1'32- .. '2'--'5 3 . 0 ' O 0' 3 : , o . C I5

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I Icnew a man with insight deep. I otten Ielt his thoughts to seep Into my Iarain, and there to stay, Recalled again another day. He told me once, this brilliant man, To get from lite all that I can. To kill my interfering conscience And drop idealistic nonsense. He told me lite was hard and cruel: To malce my Firm and lifelong rule. The drive for power, fight for wealth, And gain the top hy cunning stealth. He may he right. how can I tell? He made the top, I see that well. People groveled at his word. Everywhere his name was heard. I MAY BE WRONG But something in his lite was wrong, I really did not Icnow him long. His life came to its short lived end. And he met death without a friend. And since that day. I've never heard, From anyone a Icindly word About that man: hut hate instead. So not for me the life he led. I'm still only a callow youth: And who am I to doubt the truth? When he showed me a way ot living. Taking always, never giving. If that's the way to Iive, so he it. For me I simply cannot see it. Tho he be right and I he wrong. My life will he a joyous song. My means shall justify the end. My way towards simple truth shall wend. If this Ioe wrong, I cannot say. I want to Iive my Iife that way. GLADYS SILVERMAN 17