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

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1w The Skgtgh Bg0k Eighteen To a Daisy Quaint little daisy, so Winsome, demure, Lifting your chalice of gold to the sun, Making the light of the sunbeam so poor That shamed, it returns with its duty undone. VVorn little daisy, so drooping and dead, The golden glow gone from your face sadly sweetg- So, with the storm has our own beauty Hed, And left us, bewildered, hurt souls incomplete. HELEN JENKINS, '28 ugjnlgy.. Your Brother Does your brother give you his trousers to press, And his socks with huge holes in the heels? Does he ask you to find and sew buttons on shirts, And make numberless other appeals? Mine does! Does your brother write just the briefest of notes VVhen youlre dying for news of his team? Does he mention the prom and fraternity pins W'ith never a touch of esteem? Mine does! At Christmas, does your brother hand you a check Instead of a gift with a card? Does he brag of his room-mate, but never suggest That you might want to meet his best pard? Mine does! Does your brother lend you some cash when you're broke, And forget if itls never returned? Does he give you a grin when you feel pretty low, And build up the bridges you've burned? Mine does! And when you're in bad with the rest of the world, Does your brother stand by and smile? Does he buck up your courage and give you the strength To show them you're really worth-while? Mine does! lVIARY MCFADDEN, ,28 dn ge 1928 L

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:Qu 1928 .-X few days more, our high school life must endg Our varied ways before us now extendg That peace and honor may our lives attend, W'e ask Thy grace. Our journey here was mingled joy and paing W'e leave it never to Come back againg That these four years may not have passed in vain, Wle ask Thy grace. The school we leave has been to us most dearg So, as into the time to come we peer, That it may grow and prosper year by year, Wle ask Thy grace. Our severed paths we each must seek aloneg W'hatever Chance or fate to us is shown, That Thy great strength may still uphold our own W'e ask Thy grace. -lrhe sketch HOXXTAARD Pos'rc.A'i'i5, T28 NQIEIQ-. If If raindrops were diamonds Wle wouldnlt wear jewelsg And icicles, sabres W'e'd have lots of duels. If sunflowers warmed us W'e wouldn't want heatg If snowflakes were sugar W'e'd like nothing sweet. W'ere water expensive W'e'd all have a thirstg W'ere balloons of cast iron, Weld want them to burst. HARRIET HlfI,I3Ell'l', '28 Seventeen 13.555-ii5?+- I' 7'f' 19 2 8 1 f' W ' ,-aging

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The Sketch Book 'e Painful Relations Don't you love the relations that comment on Clothes? Your skirts are too short and your stockings too thing And those silly pink pearls-did your mother buy those? My dear, pull your hat down and tuck your hair in! Do you Wear just one earring? or have you lost one? And how do you manage to walk with those heels? Don't you think rosy color should come from the sun? My Jane won't wear powder so thick that it peels! Why, my dear, that poor child is just simply run down! 'Twould help if she'd get all her sleep, I suppose, If I were her mother, I'd lengthen that gown- Don't you love the relations that comment on clothes? INIARY INICFADDEN, '28 aging.. A Walled Garden A still, walled garden is my heart, VVhere silver shrub and tree And Hower stalk, beneath the moon, Their gifts bear gallantly. A garden where unseen buds break, Where thrush and blackbirds call, Yes, a still, walled garden is my heart- But have you scaled the Wall? HAROLD INIARTIN ..Qmgp.. The Poet's Reward I dreamt that I was a poet, A poet I Wish I might beg Then I could Write for The Sketefz Book, And get in English a B. ROBERT CAMPBELL, '28 1928 - Nineteen :lb