Cumnock School - Chronicle Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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SONG OF TRIUMPH To feel the wind in my face, Yet struggle onward and rejoice, To feel its chill breath penetrate Yet square my shoulders out of choice, To lift my head to the blast, And say, Blow onl , and laugh, Kind Heaven, give me voice! To set my heart and hopes ahead, Nor care how beats the gale, To walk alone and not be led, Nor be afraid, nor hesitate, nor quail! To stand above the common crowd, To sing of victory long and loud, To conquer, not to fail! MARYWILEY SUNSET AND NIGHT The golden sun was sinking Low in the Western skyg A red gold boat was seen Sailing and drifting by. The ocean a fiery path Did show Apollo the way To quench his flames in seas And end again the day. Thus bringing mystic night, And changing to velvet the sea, Ebony black and dark, And smooth as ever could be. The twinkling stars above Were angels' tears on high Shining on the black of night, Dark comes as day doth die. ROSEMARY BROWN

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THE BECCAR Tattered, torn, and trembling, Begging for his alms, Pitifulest pittance In his wrinkled palms. Weary, worn, and wretched, Eyes devoid of hope, Struggling for existence Against odds he cannot cope. MARY WILEY A SHORT, SHORT STORY Huddled miserably against a low stone railing overlooking the ocean, a shivering emaciated beggar mumbled incoherently to himself over his last cig- arette. Suddenly, from behind him, he heard the stealthy shuffling of heavy feetg the precious cigarette dropped from his nervous fingers into the murky waters below him. With a curse he turned and stumbled off into the dark- ness. Behind him crept another beggar, a knife half hidden beneath the folds of his tattered coat. A few hours later, through the steady drizzling of the treacherous fog which had settled down over the ocean, two men, bearing the wasted form of a fellow creature between them, reached the same stone railing against which the destitute beggar had leaned. Quite evidently suicide, concluded one, examining the ragged knife wound. Poor beggar-don't blame him much, remarked the other. Beggar is right-look at that suit! laughed the first. Chuckling quietly to himself he walked to the railing, peered down into the swirling water, then came back to the body sprawled on the wet pave- ment. Come on, over the side with you! he commanded. May he rest in peace, remarked his companion as they swung their bur- den clear. A faint splash answered him as the two men turned away. ANN MOREY 93

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THE AVERAGEl?l HOLLYWOOD GIRL Since I have been in California, one thing that has interested me greatly is the Hollywood girl. What is she? Well-here is an example. Ruth Lawford wears Hollywood tan make-up and more lip-stick than she can use. Her complexion is good, but would be better with a pound or two of the make-up removed. lThe only place she carries her weight is in her face, as she is horribly thinl. Her hair is bleached, but she would have you believe the color natural. Her fake eyelashes are entirely too long, even for fake ones. Her nails are about the only thing she can call her own. They are long and well manicured. She has a pedicure and a manicure once a week. She goes to every preview and enjoys seeing movie stars. She lunches at the Brown Derby if she gets a chance, and at the Vendome when she is flush. Unlike the rest of the city, she calls it the Brown Darby and the Vaundoom. She despises football games, but attends all of them stunningly OVER- dressed. lShe is always stunningly OVER dressed, even when going to a barn dancel. Ruth never watches the game, but she does indulge in hot dogs. A drive-in amuses her to no end. When she feels like bumming she goes to Ocean Park. Being scared of the more active amusements, she usual- ly ends up in the gambling rooms. She took up smoking not long ago on a dare. Her favorite brand is-well, whatever the crowd smokes. The list of people she telephones every day looks like a telephone book itself. All these calls are terribly unimportant, for she calls every friend daily and her friends are limitless. All you have to do is to tell her she is attrac- tive and you're her friend for life. Ruth has ten particular friends and they are all exactly alike. The brains of all ten of them put together wouldn't make one normal one. Ruth's favorite movie star is joan Crawford, who she thinks is simply b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-I. She copies Miss Crawford's gownsg but being so thin, she looks nothing like Crawford. She has just had a black velvet coat and hat made like those Miss Crawford wore in a late picture. Her ambition is to be invited to all the Hollywood parties and be escorted by one of Hollywood's younger set. Of course, if she were offered a job in movies, she wouldn't leave town. The other day Ruth asked her father for a red car, to which he replied, Something quiet, eh? Yes, a red CORD will do, answered Ruth. MARILYN CANTOR 95