Fort Worth Junior High School - Purple Yearbook (Fort Worth, TX)

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0 THAT THREE YEAR OLD BY LILLIAN JANE TI-IOlXfIPSON Who runs about the house all :lay Anil tortures mother all clay long? Who's always ha p py-always gay? That three-year olel. To whonz aloes this little tot belong Who breaks her toys n p clnring play? Whose little temple gets too strong? Wfho is the pet in that house, say? Although she often floes a wrong, YVho always has her own sweet way? That three-year olrl. PIPES O' PAN PEGGY MGLAUGHLIN Oh, the pipes 0' Pan are ealling in the breeze, Can't you see hinz dancing, playing 'miil the trees? His pipes are fall o' laughter, and they're fall o' love anel play. Oh, ean't you hear hiin calling in the twilight of the elay? When the pipes o' Pan are calling then I'll list, For I know to 'ine he's playing, and I wist That his pipes are love and sorrow anal they're soinetin-zes fnll 0, pain When the shaelows eonze 0' claneing clown the lane, Or when nzisty zlays bring eehoes in the rain, Then the pipes o' Pan are flnting ronnclecl notes apart, Anal no more 1,11 be a weeping, for there's joy in my heart. THE CATTLE COUNTRY GEORGE XVOOD Up the elnslz en folrleil prairie, Footfalls soft and sly, Velvet ezishionetl, wilal anzl wary, Then-the Coyotes' ery. Rush of hoofs and roar and rattle Beasts of blood ana' breeil Twenty thozisanel frightened' cattle, Then-the wilcl stanzpeele.

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.'1I ' . -, y, v-, .- 4 I is 5L,,...,... I, I.. af is ,ng Brvqi ,, AI-I, JOY IS SUCH A FRAGILE THING ANNIE RUTH KIMBROUGH Ah, Ioy is such a fragile thing, A bubble light and airy. The dust upon the night moth's wings Elusive as a fairy. Lille fleecy cloudlets in the slay Or soft mist o'er a mountain, A gorgeous rainbow flaming high, The music of a fountain. The fountain's music dies away The rainbow soon will vanish, The cloudlet passes with the day, The mists the sun will banish. A single touch, the bubble's gone, The moth wings marred and broken, The fairy flits away at dawn, Ere mortal words are spoken. Ah, joy is such a fragile thing, A careless word will bruise it. So guard it closely lest you fling Your chance away and lose it. WINTER SIGNALS RAYMOND W. DARRAH The wild ducks feed in the marshes, I heard them at dawn today, The wild ducks feed in the marshes, All -ready to fly away, And winter is surely coming, Though never a flake of snow Falls on my garden blossoms, For the ducks are gathered to go. The wild duelzs feed in the marshes, I could not number them all, The wild duclas feed in the marshes, To rise at the leader's call 5 So I kindle my hearth fire early, For winter is on the way, A snow storm sweeps from the Arctics Ana' the ducks will be opt today.

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Vi 'limi ni HA' Pliant lasso, circling wiiler, With the frenzied flight, Loping horse and cursing rider, Plnnging through the night. Rini of dawn, the darkness losing, Trail of hlackeneal loam, Perf-nine of the sage hush oozing, On the air like foam. Foothills to the Rockies lifting, Brown, ana' hlne and green, War-szzzzlight alrifting Over leagues between That's the country of the ranges, Plain and prairie-lanal Anil the God who never changes Holils it in his hanzl. Joie-as Coach Meyers: t'Where are you going? Boh Iordan: To get some water. C. M.: In those disreputable trousers? B. No, sir, in this here pailf, Mr. Bateman: Young man, have an ideal, I say, and hug it to you at all times and places. Mickey Lavy: She won't let me except when we're alone. Miss Dickey: Harry, take this note to your father, 'Harry talks too muchf Miss Dickey Qnext inorningjr Did you show him the note? Harry Pennock: Yessim, here is the answer. Miss Dickey Creaflingj : You ought to hear his mother. Miss Clayton: NVhere two faces coincide what is formed? Mary lane Riclgeway: Why-er-er-I donlt know. Matt Walker Cin Study Hall, singingj : I got a girl with brown eyes. Mrs. T. C. King: l'You will have two black ones if that con- tinuesf'