Easthampton High School - Echo Yearbook (Easthampton, MA)

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He follows me from morn to night, I think he is a bother, Ild like to spank him all the while, But, you see, I have a father. Daniel Symancyk, '37 A PEBBLE A small pebble That we might pick up and then disrard That may seem Just another thing to us Is really beautiful For isn't it A creation of God? T. Rapalus, '37 CLOUDS Clouds, Soft, fleery clouds, Drifting with the breeze, Silently oler head As the days go by So do the clouds. TIME Time, Onward goes, Never ceasing, On its way, Waits not For a soul. Rodwell Putnam, '37 TH E BLOSSOM Sweet blossom, You are no more. To satisfy a selfish desire, They plucked you, Cast you down, Sad and forgotten, You died, Broken-hearted. nineteen

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Julia grimaced but took it off. Just then the bell sounded for her and at the same time her mistress's voice called, Marie, come here! Julia knew well that Miss Harwyek had already dismissed and hired a number of servants for no reason at all. All the way up to her mistress's room she pulled, tugged, squeezed, and all but tore at the soft and luxurious cape, but to no avail. She was at the door already. H Oh well, I might as well get it over with, she thought as she was about to 'urn the knob. H Is that you, Marie? inquired her mistress. Oni, mademoiselle. C'est moi, answered Julia breaiing heavily. Never mind then, Marie, because I found what I wanted. You may return to your work. Julia heaved a sigh of relief and turned away, almost running. She was going back to Mrs. Trent, she would take the wrap off without any trouble. But in the hallway, she was stopped by a young man who said, t'Ah, Miss Harwyek, I'm from the News. l've been waiting a long time to interview you, continued he, taking her hand and leading her out of the house. f'You don't mind, I'm sure. The taxi's waiting, outsidef, t'But I-, protested Julia. I understand, he said, interrupting her. 'LI just want you to answer a few questions. Why do you always avoid newspapermen? Why do you always cover your face when the cameraman comes along? he fairly dragged her into the cab. But-, and Julia knew this young man was hopeless. What kind of reporter was he if he didn't let people talk? He jabbered on. You know, we're really not bad fellows when you get to know us, etc., etc. f'Please-, stammered Julia. Now then Miss Harwyck, what do you want me to put in the paper? asked the young reporter. But, that's what I wanted to tell you all this time, she said drawing the long cape aside and revealing her maid's uniform. I am not Miss Harwyck. I'1n only her maid. As the stupefied reporter sank back into his seat, the taxi-driver said, his voice none too gentle, Sixteen dollars, sir! Phyllis Moryto, '37 BROTHER I have a little brother, Who loves to play with me And how I can stand him is More than I can see. Y eighteen

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twenty FIREFLIES Flitting fireflies In the solemn shades of night, Twinkling Like stars of a summer night. BEES As I often muse Among the fragrant blossoms, There comes a swarm of bees, Buzzing, humming, busy bees, Their task complete, Away they fly, Thus, too, shall I. ' Julia B. R. Majka, '37 THE CLOUD The fleeey whiteness of the eloucl Moving slowly, In the clear blue sky, Changes its shape With each gentle breeze, Only God knows Why. THE LONE STAR The bright star In its lone splendor, Hangs aloft in the sky, Watching, Through the long night, The silent world drift by. APPLE BLOSSOMS Apple blossoms In all their glory Fill the spring air With a fragrance Sweeter than honey. Betsy Cunningham, '37 CLASS SONG, 1936 Tune-Die Lorelei Oh, now we meet for the last time, With gloom and tearful eye,