Easthampton High School - Echo Yearbook (Easthampton, MA)

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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,

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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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'Tis mem'ry that retaineth The tale of years gone by. The fading light grows dimmer, As now we eome to part, We think of our teachers and classmates, With overflowing heart. But let us think of our memories, UI' all the joys we've had Within these eloiser'd walls, And never more be sad. We'll always remember the first day We spent within thy halls, How proud we were at last to be An honored part of thee. We leave with you our blessing, And hopes for future joys, As into the world we venture, To trod the path alone. So now we ask the Juniors To earry on the torch, And though we no longer are with thee, Remember thirty-six . Irene Johnston, '36 Natalie Rust, '36 CLASS POEM Our Red and White! We meet today to ponder o'er the past, And meditate on problems to be hurled Before cur faeulties, when we are east Into the swirling eddy of the world. Fresh a! med, WC,l'C willing to be put to test Against the spheres of skill, whieh stand opposed To eaeh advancement spurred by buoyant might. T hus, Kismet foreordained with his behest That we, the Class of '36, should boast Uf emhlematie eolors-Red and White! The Red, symbolic of the bravery We must aequire if we would own sueeess, Stands, not to bind in languid slavery twenty-one