Corlears Junior High School - Banner Yearbook (New York, NY)

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PENMANSHIP Penmanship ! Penmanship ! What anxiety it brings, It nearly drives me frantic, When my ovals look like strings. My l's, they are not tall enough, My g's are much too short, My r's are small and out of sight, They're hiding from report. I must really try much harder To take a better stand, And make my teacher proud of me, I'll work to beat the band. HENRIETTA ELKINS, A5-505 GRADUATION Graduation! Each girl is hoping to be graduatedg each one to start life anewg each one has different thoughts for her career. The day is drawing near and we shall have to say Good-bye to the school which has brought much joy to us. To some, graduation will be a sad day. To others it will be the happiest day of their lives. The ones who have not tried will have to face disappointment bravely, and repeat the grade. To those I say--don't give up, don't hesitate, don't cry, but strive on. If you have done your best and have failed, don't let anything in this world deprive you of a right to happiness. Don't let anything stop you from going on through a cheerful and pleasant term, There will come a day when everything will be just as you want it to be. Step up and go forward. Let this be your aim. MARY STRAT1s, QBC3 RHYTHM Rhythm, Rhythm, Everywhere On land and sea and in the air! There's rythm in the coo-coo clock It's always tick tock, tick-tock, tock. There's rythm in a water fall Cascading down a stony wall. There's rhythm in the subway train And in the drops of falling rain. There's rhythm in the swaying trees And in the hum of busy bees. There's rhythm like a plaintive tone Commg from a saxaphone. There's rhythm in the eerie beat Of footsteps on a silent street. Rhythm, Rhythm, Everywhere On land and sea and in the air! LILLIAN BERMAN, A3 19 1

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CHRISTMAS WITHOUT SNOW Curious, how habit holds you in its silken chains, And time emplants pictures in your brains And makes you vaguely realize That things are not quite right, When you see the ground bare of snow, On that joyous Christmas night. So, you look about you and wonder, And don't know just what is wrong, But something is missing from the picture Something that seems to belong. So once more you look about you- At the gaily mysterious bundles at your right, To the brightly shining tree That gleams like a star in the night, To the richly covered table Stuffed with goodies and sweets galore. to the merry laughing people, And the holly on the door. Then, driven by an impulse To the window you quickly go, And gazing upon the starry night. Say, in astonishment Whatl No snow? JEANNETTE BIEDDER, B6 FAREWELL Farewell to Corlears The school I loved so well Where I spent the happy hours, Of which I love to tell. And now I have to leave you To go on to my career. I'll always have in memory The school that was so dear. I have to say farewell once more To Teachers, guides, and Friends. I really did enjoy the terms, But now such pleasure ends. CELIA LEMBERG, SBI JUST SMILE When things go wrong And you feel quite blueg There's just one thing For you to dog Just Smile! Just Smile! When the morrow seems Full of worry and careg And you've a burden, Alone, to bear, Just Smile! Just Smile! When disappointment Has come your way: Keep up your spirit And try to sayg Just Smile! Just Smile! SYLVIA STEIN, AI3 BROODING! ! The stars are shining high above And the sea below is calm The hour is just the time for love And lovers walk arm in arm. The silent whispers of the breeze The sweet essence of the pine Emerging from the stately trees Goes to my head like wine. And yet I feel within my heart A vague unreasoning fear For time passes on with never a rest And each year follows year. And some time in the future day When I am old and weary I know that I'll be called away From all I love so dearly. FANNIE GARBER, B2 A BIT OF GREEN Brown. brown buildings, Cold, bleak and bare, Ugly in the morning light Hiding in the shadows their ugly sight. Oh! For a bit of green. Gray' gray forms, . Shivering, huddling together for a bit of warmth, Scurrying, hurrying to their daily work. Fearing for their bread, knowing they must not shirk, Oh! For a bit of green. White, white snow, Dazzling and blinding in its glitter, Freezing the soul and making it bitter. Piled in high stacks, Forbidding to human tracks, Oh! For a bit of green. Gold, golden sun Brightening the world, Driving darkness to cover, Lightening the hearts of weary souls Giving added incentives to their goals. Ferreting out that little box, On that tiny window-sill, Glossing daily, with a bit of sheen, That glad welcome bit of green. JEANNETTE BIEDDER, B6 FATE VVhat does fate hold in store for me Oh! if I could only knowg What does she say my lot will be Is it a career, Happiness, or a life of Woe. Here I am, studying to ease my Traverse Along life's rocky path Will it help for better or worse Will life leave on me its dreaded scourge. Who Knows? FRIEDA KAN NATT, B2

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WORLD'S END XYhen Berg wrote the book XVorld's End he knew just how to write a book that would arouse sympathy. The chief characters are little Peter and Puggy. Little Peter is supposed to be a cripple who is sent to XYorld's End to be cured, Puggy who is a girl of fourteen is the heroine. She helped to make many discoveries about her father's workshop which would have been robbed of all of its valuable possessions had it not been for her. The purpose of this story is to show that Puggy would not for the world lose faith in one who trusted her, neither did she lose faith in herself. At the end she helps little Peter to be cured. This story appeals to me because of the fact that Puggy was a loyal and brave girl. SYLVTA SABARLI, 7A3 DAWN I When the night meets the day, Everything seems gray, But as you look through the mist, The sun shines like a disk. II Hark! What is that through the air, A clear call ringing in my ear, It is the bluebird coming through the sky, With the pale sun for his background. III The trees have come to life, With shining dew on their leaves like dia- monds in the sun, And lol The flowers open their velvet petals, And look into the pale world beyond as it settles. It's cold, so cold, out here The trees. bare of leaves Gaunt of shadow Fill me with an unholy fear. For I am afraid . . . Not only of this icy snow Or of the wind that howls in Till I quiver with fright, But of the eerie stillness Of this wilderness, Across which I must go That reach that little beacon, That little flicker of light. KATE GORENSTEIN, B2 ETERNAL TREES my EBI' But it's so dim, so wavering, And so low, And now, now it's out, That last hope to which I've tried So hard, to go, Because I'm cold, My legs are freezing fast And perhaps this fickle strength of mine Oh dreary thought, it may not last. And I'll lie here, Frozen and stiff in the breeze With no one to watch No one to care, But these Eternal Trees. JEANNETTE BIEDDER, B6