Cumnock School - Chronicle Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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L I T E R A T U R E 4' FAREWELL, RENOWN Mae Lobdell I go to school each morning, I never go to movies, I go to school each night, I burn the midnight oil, I try to learn my lessons, I try to do my duty, And do everything just right. I study and I toil. I write my compositions, I love my History teacher, And get them in on time, My Civics teacher, too, And it the teacher asks me, I even learn a rhyme. Is a maiden's dream come l'd even polish apples To get some A's or B's, But when those darn reports come out I'lI rate B's, C's and D's. DESIRE Eda Felsted Desire, the root ot all you do, Is the force that makes you follow through, A yearning, burning in your soul That leads you to a higher goal. It makes you want to do your best, To tackle life with a heightened zest, To work and work 'til you are done, And take the honors you have won. Without desire you are too small. You don't accomplish things at allg So cultivate ambition strong, And strive to be above the throng. Good desire-the only thing That gives to life a golden ring! And my Prof. in Sociology, ITUG

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'K L l T E R A T U R E Spime exacts its toll on Man, but not on Literature. Although the creative pieces of writing that have been written by members of the Cumnock student body may not be' placed in the lasting annals of literature, they never- theless will find a permanent place in the hearts of the students. AUTUMN By Ronnie Bamburger Someone asked me: What does Autumn mean to you? I spoke not true And said: Not much. Afterwards I thought of what it was to me: A rustling wind, a dying tree, A world of colors, a harvest moon, A flying robin who leaves too soong A field all plowed, and new mown hay, A crisp, cold night, a dear blue day- A changing world for all to see. And yet when someone said to me, What does Autumn mean to you? l spoke not true And said: Not much. UTOPIA Eda Felsted Oh, give me the mountains, the valleys and dales, Where nature wafts fragrance on soft, balmy gales, Where the silence is refreshing, soothing, and kind, Where to troubles and ills all nature is blind. Oh, give me a home where nature is near, Where nymphs play at evening in a lake blue and clear, Where laughter and joy, Queen Happiness bearg Where love banishes heartaches, worry and care. Oh, give me the quiet that encourages thought, Where deep, true affection and friendship are taught, Where just like the flowers, the birds, and the bees, You are at peace with the world, your heart is at ease. 64

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FOREIGN SK DIE NATUR By Suzanne Vidor lch schau' die kleinen Kinder Die spielen in der Sonneg Sie sind wie Fruehlingsblumen, So hell und voll der Wonne, Es gibt mir leid zu schliessen Beide sollen bald verschiessen. REVOLTE D' UN ELEVE By Bill Pearson Qu'est-ce que ca vous avez Ia? C'est un livre. Commencez a Le Iire, monsieur, c'est tres bien. Quant a moi-tiens-tiens . . Qu'est-ce que ca vous- avez dit? j'ai oublie, il est parti: je ne m'en rapelle pas as je ne suis pas ici, je ne suis pas Ia. Qu'est-ce que ca vous avez produit? C'est tres mauvais, mal ecrit. Car je prefere les bons vieux temps- Sans aucunes classes et Ie printempsl'