Cumnock School - Chronicle Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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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

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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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ALONG THE ROAD At exactly 4:15 the Rock lsland slow freight rumbled out of the Denver yards, whistled once at the D. and R. C. W. crossing and then swung slowly into the long up-grade eastward into the mountains. just inside the sixth car from the tender, Shorty Morrison lay placidly in the sunshine, absent-mindedly chewing on a piece of straw and whistling softly to himself. Occasionally, the whistling would stop and Shorty, slowly turning his head, would spit with unerring accuracy at a fat spider who was attempting to spin a web in the doorway of the car. Shorty, as is usually the case, was just the opposite of what his name im- plied. He was tall with dark hair and sharp features, with a marked intelli- gence which was unmistakenly in his boyish face, which gave evidence that not all his nineteen years had been wasted on the road, lt was almost five o'clock before Shorty slowly rose to his feet, shoved his hands in his pockets and stood with legs apart, gazing wistfully out of the open doorway. A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder, Shorty turned his head slowly and eyed its owner. The man who faced him was rather short and fat with a round head. His body was deep in a pair of dirty overalls, and his head was encircled by a faded motorman's cap. This thing that came under the category of a human being was known to the world as joe, or Motor- man joe, if you felt like flattering him, he had been a motorman on the old A.T. and S.F. railroad in l92l and liked the title. The two men eyed each other for a few moments, joe spoke first: Cot a weed, Shorty? he ventured. Yeah, said Shorty and fumbled for a dirty pack in his pocket. Still smokin' dem tailor-mades, eh? asked joe, as he extracted one of the cigarettes from the proffered pack and placed it between his saggy lips. Shorty smiled at his companion and lit a cigarette for himself. You know, Shorty, continued joe, we been through a lot together in the last two weeks, chain gang in El Paso, the fight with the 'bulls' in Salt Lake, and a whole lot of things we won't be forgettin' for a long time. At first, l thought you didn't know nothin' about the road but you sure had me fooled, kid. You're a smart one when you wanta be and there's no gettin' around that. joe paused for a moment, eyed Shorty silently, and resumed. We'll be in K.C. tomorrow and that's easy pickins after ya get out of the yards. Ever been to K.C., Shorty? Yeah, said Shorty. Then you know what l'm talking about, went on joe, plenty of money 88