Cumnock School - Chronicle Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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TEDDY AT FEEDING TIME Deep black eyes looked sorrowfully at me, A large brown tail thumped expectantlyg Silky brown ears drooped to the floor, A saucy pink tongue begged for more. I thrust my feelings of pity away And told my pup No more todayg l was courageous to be so rude But Don't spoil pup was the family rule. Sh . . . don't tell, shamefuland crude l fed the pup and fled to school. CHARLOTTE GOTTLIEB THE VIOLIN MAN The strings crash forth a melody Stars glisten in his hand The cry of a wolf in the darkness A woman's sigh to a man. He sings the song of the ages lvloonbeams cluster the bowg Savagely the music rages Into a scarlet glow. Then to a softness dreamily blue He lulls and he charms with a hand: A wind comes out of the violin The breath of a distant land. Enchanted fingers drift toward your heart As only moonbeams cang This is the king of the land of dreams Melodious monarch .... The violin Man. IACK RICHESIN

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Children are very aggravating. They ask questions, oftentimes repeating the same words fifty times or more. When these above points have been brought out, it becomes evident that children should not be born or reared. Every thinking person must agree to that. What is to be done with them is an entirely different question, and need not be dealt with here. It is sufficient to say that in the future more and more people should have and will rear fewer and fewer children. VIRGINIA PETERS ODE TO THE SEASONS Leaves of gold on earth and tree Thoughts of Autumn bring to me. Of cold, clear days with skies of blue, Of morning grass with sparkling dew, Of rocky cliffs and roaring sea: All this does Autumn mean to me. Snow flakes falling from a height- Winter with this blanket white Comes bringing with him old jack Frost And barren trees wild, wind-tossed. Cold, white day and freezing night Belong to Winter by all that's right. Racing rivers, hills of green, Singing birds do Springtime mean. A little plant bursts into flower, Roses blossom in the bowerg Daffodils so gay are seen- All of these do Springtime mean. The time of boats and trips and fun- Summer brings the golden sun, The skies are blue, the days are long, On joyous lips there is a song. All the days are gaily run, Summer is the time of fun. ROSEMARY BROWN 85

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ODE TO THE UNSHAVEN SWAIN Of course l love you dear, you know, No matter how you dress, But sweet, it does help matters so To have you look your best. I know you think it manly, To let your beard grow long, But darling, I assure you, You're absolutely wrong! I'm sure I could adore you With a haircut and a shave, And if you had a new tie, too, Why, Hon, you'd be the rage! And if your shoes were always shined, And if your nails were clean, And if you owned a few spare dimes, You'd be a man, I mean! l'd like to make you over But l know it can't be done, So l guess l'll have to give it up And take you as you come. MARY WILEY ADVICE FOR THE LOVELORN If you love, be subtle, Men are hard to please, Keep your heart well hidden, Don't wear it on your sleeve. ' MARY WILEY