George E Westinghouse High School - Sketch Book Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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I WONDER One man goes riding gaily by In a shiny limousine. I Wonder what the fellow thinks Who fixes the machine? I Wonder. While one man hoards up all the gold, And uses it for naught, Another shivers in the cold. I wonder Why he ought, I wonder. 'Tis said that troubles come to all, To rich and poor alike, Just as the summer rains do fall From clouds both dark and light. 'Tis said that love should be the goal Of mankind thru this strife. By loving gold, he'll lose his soul, Throughout the after life. I Wonder why! I Wonder. This is a melancholy song, With that you will agree, But can you tell me, and not wrong, Why some are slaves, and others free? I wonder why! I wonder. -Wellington Young -..sgf ggi LONGINGS Perhaps you have a longing To travel far and Wide, To go to foreign countries, To see the other side. You long for gray cathedrals And castles quaint and old, You dream of shiny armor And knights so brave and bold. But when you've filled that longing, Have seen the world in part, You'll find another longing Has crept into your heart. An aching you might call it- You long no more to roam. An empty heart is calling For dear old home sweet home. -Caesar Marini, '26 26

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IU DPIDICATION OF WESTINGIIUUSIC HIGH All hail to thee, Oh Institute of Learning, Dear Alma Mater of my restless soul, Within whose walls the torch of Wisdom burning, Shall light me to my high aspired goal. As sturdy trees beside the quiet water Draw up into their roots the cooling stream, So I partake of thee, my Alma Mater, And with thy knowledge prove my golden dream. So big and g1'andly beautiful they built thee With grace and stateliness in every part, And in his love the gracious God above thee Gave unto thee a living pulsing heart. Those hands that fashioned growing minds to learning, Have done their duty patiently and well, And sown ambition in the heart's dim yearning, That future years shall magnify and swell. In every game the team has struggled through With spirit firm no matter what the cost, And loyally has placed the Gold and Blue, Though that same game was cleanly won or lost, So on thy brow we place a crown of praise, And lay our love and blessings at thy feet, Oh Westinghouse, the noblest school e'er raised, Where youth and oppo1'tunity may meet. Edna Rocereto, '24 Wm. Rocereto, '25 25

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THEY'LL ALL COME BACK Where have the little bluebells gone That blossomed in the wood? Why, the little fairies have taken each one And put them on for a hood. Where have the pretty grass stalks gone That waved in the summer breeze? Oh! the fairies have taken them every one, To plant in their gardens like trees. Where have the busy humble bees gone, That buzzed in their busy pride? Oh! the fairies have caught them every one, And have broken them in to ride. They've taken the glow worms to light their halls, And the crickets to sing them a song, And the sweet rose-leaves to paper their walls, And they're feasting the whole night long. But when spring returns with its soft mild ray, And the ripple of gentle rain, The fairies bring back what they've taken away, i And our wait was not in vain. -Margaret Bardelang -..gf X lg..- A PLACE IN THE WORLD Does a place in the world mean ought to you, A place with the great, the small, the few? Or is life like a rose full opened in bloom Whose petals are blown away so soon? The artist may tint with fine-flowing lines A picture with line so soft and fine, The poet may write of love and of grace But ne'er can he take the artist's place. There's a place for you and a place for me- Something for each of us, then, to be. In the light so bright of the world's full glare, We surely will fit in a niche somewhere. Then up and be striving While life God is giving, Trust Him, serve Man, Never falter, but stand. -Ethel Watson 27