Elmira Catholic High School - Victorian Yearbook (Elmira, NY)

Page 67 text:

El Chl Hghbh lA l Svuphnmnmi nc' Q

Page 66 text:

Elmira Catholic High School Annual SPRING I felt her breath upon my cheek. I felt her warmth soften the frozen ground beneath my feet. I saw her beckon to the sun to come nearer the earth. I heard her sing a song that set the raindrops dancing. She burrowed deep into the soil, turning it rich and soft, and gave a drink of sweetest rain to every sleepy blade of grass, helped them don their new green dresses and opened the windows of the earth for them to stick their heads through. XYhen the flowers' seeds complained because the March winds had blown away the leafy blanket, from their beds, she reached her hands up to the sung brought them back full of dancing yellow warmth with which she covered the beds. From tree to tree she flitted, nymph-like, shaking the limbs and twigs with her gentle breezes, to send the life-giving fluid coursing through every inch of dry, dormant bark. Day after day I watched her handiwork. I saw the early Howers rise from their beds. I heard the singing of the birds her messengers had called from the South. And all was like a wondrous dream. Then one morn I awoke and found the world in Summer bloom-glorious-resplendent, and yet so sad. For Spring was gone. Now the flowers, the grass, the trees are crying. They are lonely for the one who woke them after the long winter sleep. Every night when no one but the moon can see, they let tears slip from under their closed lids-tears of loneliness for Spring. And every mor- 11ing those tears rest on their cheeks-sparkling-crystal-like. They glisten and glimmer through the early morning hours. Then the sunbeams come and dry them 'way. Florence Hughes '38 MY DESK If my desk could only speak This is what it would repeat: You're up-you're down-you're all around You use me as a seat. Clean me out more often, please, And though I may sound like a tease, Don't you think that I am due A little consideration too? I am glad to see you back- And I'm not lying-that's a factg When you come I feel at home, But when you go, I'm so alone. Papers crammed in every bookf Blotters jammed in every nookg Fountain pens and pencils, too, Shoved in every way by you. So please take heed, my little friend, 'Cause what I'm talking isn't wind. If you'd look inside your desk, You would see I'm quite a wreck. But I'm happy if you are, too, And so, I'll close and say adieu: But if you'd work, I'm sure 'twould be A better place for you and me. james Frost '38 l64l

Page 68 text:

Q I rf Q B 5 , D l66l