East High School - Orient Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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Senior Annual Board E DITOR• IX-C1UKF 1i. Gordon Lee Associate Editor Gertrude E. Whillock Assistant Editors Lester O. Wilder Francis Humphrey Irene Palmer Grace Emerson Edwin Wolcott Stanley iVlatthews Business Manager Edward K. Frost Advertising Manager Ralph N. Shepard Advertising Assistants Kay Badger William Dugan Kenneth Town son

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Class Poem The fading sun was sinking in the west; The brook was gliding over mossy stones, And passing through a quaint and quiet dell. It murmured to the trees in dulcet tones. To this sequestered glade where ran the brook, There came a man with careworn mien and eye. And wishing to forget the weary world. He sank down on the green sward with a sigh. It seemed to him that he was back again. At the dear school where boyhood days were spent. Plodding along, his books upon bis arm. Up the broad walk, and through the door be went. Then quickly passing through the long, broad ball. He came to his familiar study door, And friends of old looked up as he came in. To welcome him with greetings as of yore. Rut soon there came the clanging warning gong, And tardy ones ran panting through the hall. That they might reach their study room in time To answer when their teacher roll would call. Then swift to the Assembly Hall they passed, And there they heard announcements for the day , Also a sincere, earnest talk, and then, With nod and smile dismissed, they went their way. Rut not before a thousand voices rang, In loud praise to their Alma Mater dear— Who does not know that song l eloved by all! Who will not sing it ever loud and clear? To study room and class room new they came. He shuddered as he sat down, for he knew That he must answer, ‘•Unprepared” today To problems mastered only by the few. Tints passed the day, from class to class he went. Until at noon the hell called all to lunch. Then what a rushing, running, surging crowd Sped down the stairs to get a bite to munch! The luncheon done, he went hack to his class, But all too soon the happy day was o’er. The bell rang loud and laughing hoys and girls. Dismissed, ran down the hall and through the door. He, then, awoke and found ‘twas all a dream. And lie was lying in the grassy glade. The brook still murmured to the nodding trees. Rut blinking stars peeped through the dusky shade.