Cumnock School - Chronicle Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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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'

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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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FOREIGN SKIES LA C-UITARRISTA By joan Dilson juanita es una guitarrista Quien toca su guitarra todo dia. Primero un clasico que tiene mucho hermoso Y entonces jazz que tiene solo ritmo. IMPOSIBLE By Ted Nilsson You no puedo componer, Ni escribir poemas. Solo puedo deponer Mis juicios en prosas. EL MOREN lS'l'O By Selma Shelley El morenisto que vi ayer Estaba quapo tan podia Alegria todos sabe traer Por tocar su quitarra bien. IOIALA By joan Dilson You quiero tomar un viaje a Espana Y ver la razon de su simpatica Tiene Espana casas y fabricas? Si verdad, son como las nuestras?