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

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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

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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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THE SNEEZE Kerchool That's all you think there is to it? As a matter of fact, there's a great deal more if you care to investigate the stages before the final explosion comes. First, you experience the queerest sensation in the back of the nasal cavity. It is something like the tickling of a tiny feather. The eyes slowly shut while the lips gradually part company. Quickly taking an enormous breath, you screw up your features so that creases, wrinkles, and all sorts of queer folds form, especially around the nose. For a moment the features are formed into all sorts of ridicu- lous combinations. Either the nose crinkles up and quivers for a second, or the mouth opens and shuts in a vain attempt to SC11Cl forth the desired sneeze. A few short breaths-in-out-in-out, the eyes are beginning to tearg the wrinkles become a little deeper. Suddenly an expression of relief appears on the face. A smile widens the mouth, which takes one 1nore deep breath before a shower of spray greets the waiting handkerchief. Kerchoo! Eyes and mouth closeg wrinkles smooth out. All is calm again. THE STREAM I saw a stream one summer day As I was going on my way, It was entan led in the brush And so it was in foam. I followed it a long, long wayg It ran into the sea, I found a shell right near it there And brought it home with mel HELEN LEVINE, B11 My teacher to me is like a queen on her throne with her pupils as her kingdom She rules over them graciously and kindly and imparts to them her wisdom Rosa WATTENBERG, B11-511. I wanted to be free To laugh at cares and woe I went down to the sea I wanted to be free. From every day things To Play Land I would row I wanted to be free To laugh at cares and woe. MAIIION STARKE, B11-511. As years roll by and I grow older, I pray that I may be as sweet and gentle to other folks as my Mother is to me. Rosiz WATTEIQIBERG, B11-511. Compliments of 8A C1 Compliments of RC C Compliments of 9B C3 Compliments of 9A G Compliments of 9AC