Cumnock School - Chronicle Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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ELUSION Carol Hover Love is dandelion down- lt settles as it may. Why should I reach out to stop it Floating on its way? Instead l'll wait a little while, And there will come a day When the sailing, silver down Will stop a while to play. A WISH Suzanne Vidor Green fields and clear blue sky, A soft breeze o'er the mead- If I could have these all my life, l should have no further need. The meadowlark's song- The grasses' swish Is all the music I could wish. Such simple joys. Yet they seldom are mine, For one cannot be Blessed all of the time. FROM THE IAPANESE these meetings in dreams- how sad they are when, in the slow awakening, one reaches out but the hand touches nothingness and the heart is filled with tears I .2. C.

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HIC-H SCHOOL DITTIES Della Root There is a school on Third Street, A place for all friends to meet, lt covers a whole block, Its name is Cumnock, In the fall new students we'll greet. There once was a boy named Bruce, Who decided to shoot a moose, But he shot a mountain goat, From his place on the boat, And so the court cooked his goose . He had a companion named Chuck, Who wanted to shoot a duck, With that arrow so small, He'd ne'er hit a brick wall, And he blamed it all on bad luck. There was a young maid named Steele, Whose eyelashes appeared to be real, They were cobwebby and long, But not very strong And fell off in the midst of a meal. There was a young woman named Kay, Whose accent made most of us gay, With Georgia-brown eyes, She knocked off all guys, And the girls gave up in dismay. There once was a girl named Sal, Who was a peach of a gal, She had boy friends galore She didn't want any more So to each she remained a good pal. There once wuz a guy named Ray, Who always had too much to say, lt never made sense But he didn't care. Hence We'll crown him King of the May. There once was a chap named Green Who hoped for fame on the screen He surely liked girls Especially with curls, And he had a technique that was mean. A charming young lass was Sue, Like Topsy she grew and grew, She was quiet and mild, A peach of a child, With the boys she was great bally- hoo. A mighty fine girl is our Gwen, Ot most girls, she is worth ten, Her complexion l vow, ls surely a Wow Her virtues we all like to pen. ll9

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MISS CHIEF Shirley Rosenthal I have a little puppy, who is mighty dear to me, But why she's always under foot is more than I can see. She is very, very tiny from her heels up to her head. It makes me sad to think she has to sleep out in the shed. The first night she was lonesome, lfor her mother she did whinel So to soothe her ruffled feelings, land somewhat to lessen minel, A box with straw and blankets I prepared with tender care, And placed an artificial dog for company in there. So cozy, warm, and comfy did they look so close together, No better friend my dog would find, again, no matter whether She'd search the alleys, streets or even yards where pedigreed Associates might dwell in peace and on finest dainties feed. And though I may complain about my puppy's playing pranks, Each night before I go to sleep, I offer up my thanks To One above, for sending such a loving friend to earth, For faithfulness cannot be paid for with material worth. Companions such as this we find among the pets we keep, Let us appreciate the love that they upon us heap! IVIOODS Carol Hover The Pessimist Speaks 'Each one an actor on the stage of life, Each one, I say, an actor with tragedy as wife. Ah, what's the use of all this vain and ceaseless strife? The Optimist Speaks 'How beautiful the action of the play! How glad, say I, that I can live each precious day And watch the world move on its glorious way!