George Washington High School - Hatchet Yearbook (New York, NY)

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A L O N I. I lose to tikc a walk alone And look nn esery shop I End If you hase friends along They seldom want to stop I lose to take a drtse alone Ior then I clrxse wlth ease Admlre all the scenery And stop wher er I please I lose to spend my days alone And all the week ends too I lose to spend them all alone All alone wrth you ANN BrruNorR LADDIE BOY Laddle Boy Id call hum And he d run to my embrace Wxth hrs chestnut eyes all smrlmg Laddre Boy Id whtsper And Id feel the world was mme Wrth the sun and moon a kingdom And the earth rtself a shrnne Id gaze upon the meadow And I d see htm runnmg there Dreamnng seas were roaring round htm And the salt was In his halr Id find hum by the stream Wnth hrs sktpper dog beslde tm In a far and dlstant dream I d wake hnm up on school days And I d laugh to see htm run Through the winter s snowy pathways Neath the early summer sun It was joy to watch htm leasmg For I knew he d soon be back Runnmg freely after sk pp r Wxth an empty luncheon sack And I knew that es cry mornmg When the sun rose In the sky Or IH the sllent escnmg When nts rays would slowly dtc I had my lxfe bestdc me Wlth every dream and yoy Wxth esery hope and sorrow I had my Laddxe Boy It s sprung again this morning And the sun slnnes oscrhcad Hut there IS no school tnmc laughter Ior my Iaddxe Boy ns dead I gaze outside my wxnclow There the same famlluar trees Wflth thelr newly sproutcd yellow buds Stand sw 'tying m the breeze The road IS just as always And the grass 1s young but green With the buttercups artslng As so often I hase seen I hear the chrldren s laughter And I smile rn lose and pam As I search for my own Laddle Though I know I look m sam I know not rf I once agaun Shall see thc buds of spring I know not whether all thc world Can eser laugh or sing I only know my Laddle Boy So that other mothers Laddxe Boys Can play by rnpplmg streams And watch the sunset melt aw ay In wmter or m sprmg And look for each new summer Wondering what tts months wtll brmg I grrese not when I hear the laugh Whrle going off to play I feel no pam whxle watching them Run off to school each day Ior esery time I see a lxttle Curly sun glossed head I m proud to know that this IS why My Laddte Boy IS dead Sosy KRIKORIAN DOMES'I IC ITIIS And ts rt true that when It rams It s yust the angels wrmgnng out thesr clothes Or when they atr therr blanket qutlts And let the feathers fly we say tt snows? If this IS so-then what I5 hall 7 And how can thunder be explained away Chnld that ns somethmg else Besldes I se answered qulte enough for you today Tova SNYDER T .P , Y Y . ,Q . V - A s v v X . ' Q - f v ' H ' r fa 4- s r I I - -' 4 . - , , J , . v y ' s. . . 5 . . , ' , f ' v v X s y r - , I ', ' ,, ' t, V ' 1. 7 , ' s I -L I f X 'ly . ' V ' - r 1 I I - - 7 'I I I I 1 Y v I , . -L H, I ' y I I, 1 ' Q r - V 1 ' . v And a muddy freckled face. Has died for all his dreams I 1 ' .II I A . . I . A I x l Y 7 l A I A - , . . . I Y y B v . . 3 Y I T r l I . L , , 1 , - . , v ' , - ' Y' , ' ,Y . 7 .. i C ,, , 1 1 ' V T ' ' . 1 . . . . Y . . - , ' r 1 ' I . . . . I - I ' ' 1 ' ' r . . . . , , B . ' . . I I ' y ' - v v - I , ' s , , , , I A Y, . . it . u . , A x ' a 1 ' r f A ' Y

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FRANKLIN DELANO ROOSEVELT Aefomzel The Fnery sun sets oser shadowed land It smolders from behnnd the somber hnlls And dynng embers burst nn crnmson strand And then snnk baek beneath the purple rrlls slumber through a nnght of dark and pann wake from snlyery dreams and break thenr spell rnse above the mountann tops agann shnne another day on all who dwell And as those embers smolder nn the west A man of greatness Ines nn earthy mound The lnre of lnfe that burned wnthnn hns breast Was quenched by pann and strnfe whnch wore deaths gown But Inke the sun returnnng nn the morn I-Ins soul shall rnse to lead us ever on BARBARA Mnsssmt BALLADE OF GENTLEMEN S NAMES Barnaby son of exortatnon Aaron the lofty mountanneer Caesar defies abbreynatnon Rnchard the lnon knows no fear Epnmanandns sounds snncere Every name has a eertann shnne Yet nf I had to choose from here None would I eyer choose for mnne ohn fhns parents used modulatnon Olnx er somehow seems austere Thaddeus IS a trnfle queer Claudnus frowns wnth stnff seneer Bacchus yubnlant god of wnne Though each one must hare somethnng dear None would I es er choose for mnne Not that I laek apprecnatnon Not that I wnsh to be sex ere But none of them hold the fasennatnor That does the one name I rexere The name that s musne to my ear Ser-though these names are good md hne I lnft my sonce perhaps HE LL hear None would I exer ehoose for mnne Paul ns promnsed a brnght career Matthnas means a gnft dnsnne fharlne enlnxens the atmosphere Bu IDANNX s the one I wou d ehoose for mnne Tm A Smnxnre UNYIELDING WORDS A rondeau ns a merry lay Of rompnng thoughts nn nnmble play Or nocuous ones th It seethe and surge Land down to make an onerous dnrge Let s see shall I be dread or gay I snt before my task and wengh My thoughts Impressrons go and stay Set down and moulded they emerge A rondeau I put them down nn fine array In tbzr and then another way The yerse of extra feet I purge And nnto the French form I urge Unyneldnng words Thus I essay A rondeau CAROL MEYER WHAT S IT9 Heawens' What ns that? Drshrag7 flower? rrd Brother thats a hat What? A hat? Absurd ' Dnshrag3 Flower? Bnrd9 A ehapeau I sand What' A hat7 Absur ' Senses must have fled A Chapeau I sand Dnzzy frnolous thnng Blame thnng makes you grnn Dnzzy frnvolous thnng Heavens' What ns that! Blame thnng makes you grnn Brother thats a hat' I CAROL Mevnanz LOVE To wake up nn the mornnng glad of the world outsnde the wnndow 'Io feel the wrnd blownng through your hanr and snngnng through your yerns To pass your fellow man on the street and thnnk hnm your brother To feel the sun turnnng your blood to fnre 'Io expernenee the sheer eestasy and pure joy of merely benng alnye 'Ihns ns to ove NAWNEITL Posnsfnz Y . Y . D 7 . l . . My . 4 - Y -, To ' ' ' , To ' 'f V - e ' .A , ' To ' ' I ' , . 2 . To I . 1 Y ' O U Y . , , n . ' H I . r ' r I - ' ' ' . ' . B' ? v . ' 7 I V. . I l l . . , , , ' ' . . dl ' J 1 .- ' J. , ' , 'V k A I I, I A l . Samson glories in exultation. 590565 must have Hed- . . 4 I 7 U . . h- v A I , I . E . . a , I v-L -,y 3 ' I n .- V, s V , ' ' , , ' 7 4 ' 4 D s Y. vs , g V ng- . , 2 , ' ,I . V' V' ' ' ' C . V , . A I l 1 , D 7 ,Q ' 3 ' ' f 4 , . ' , . . L ' 7 V .A .Y Kg in . I .V Q fn. A L V1 A vt 'I 'A 1 .

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DREAMS lar flume from life are human dreams The spiees of our minds Like watts of smoke from thoughtful pipes The tiniest dream unwrnds They soar they drift they spm rn mad pursuit Of yoys and happiness They lead us from the present day Of woes and keen sadness No one is poor within our dreams Wk h me our captured wealth The weak are strong, the tearful glad And time has youthlike health The ehrld dreams of his merry toys Of hloeks and sarrous things The yoreeless suddenly hreaks forth Irom destiny and sings There is no thing thats quite too far Within the dreams we see But never do we stop to think How great a dream Irfe be SHELDON J KAPLAN THE AMERICA I KNOW This is my America Thrslsaelty M Clty massne buildings crowded strees and honking horns beggars and office boys and business men brief cases and clankxng rumbling trolley cars roaring suhways and a mlllnon brilliant lights A yain city the roar of the street the confusion of the street the concert of the street the song of the American metropolis a deep hoomlng hass full throaty warm compassroned An lneongruous yoice Here it IS Look at it Ameriea Drink it Laugh at rt Rexel in it for this rs the yoiee ofa elty My city The City I walk rn L1 orsmao LAPIDUS CXLAI. The snow feels soft lveneath my sodden feet As fills white dindelnons feathery down And it performs God s greatest winter feat To present eaeh tree 1 silver erown The world 1 dressed III ereimy winter white And eently falling, l lursh angels hur Cues sky and rn er hoth a misty light Whleh leayes no twle or roek or bridge post The rey hranehes loeked ahoye my head Are mueh like arhors of the whitest rose Whose fallen milky petals form a bed That s oddly tufted hy the rabbits toes This scene of ancient heauty I behold As night writes a new story yet not told hare EVFLYN RHEA Ere3HrN A DREAM COMES TRUE Eer srnee Ixe been a sophomore And when the benror Week Comes round I feel that some day I am hound To he a senior too Soon as I wear the senior hat Ireely I ll rose ind elllvly Chat Content Ixe made the grade Now th xt the senior term is here And I h ye reiehed the final year With joy Ill yeradutte All hul to eraduation dry Vlfhen there will he 1 great array Of seniors xery proud Ior three lone years Iye strueeled here Alone, a humpy road se ere Resrened unto my fate Ill treasure all my memories My sad and happy rexerles Of dear George Wfaslungton Delrly I know I ll miss this school Its teaehers and its swimming pool XX hieh heekon haek to me 'Nlow that Iye almost reaehed the top I thank my sehool for whit Ixe eot To help me find my get il Vrr yu En-.rss I Q ' NE ,, ., . , .J Vt - k- - I I 1 l lk' 4 vr , . . xv I' I I sv F 1 ' zine: rt v v' A v I y ' ' ' V' ' ' v w I -' I . V .K L- . K- VV 1 -,'- h--V . V V ' V ' V V V . - ' ,V Vs- V' V 'V ' , - V , L- -A 4 V 57 '-l K - V -V. V V . . I V , V , - 'V t- V A K- ., ,y V y K . ,V , ., , ' ' . 'Y ' . . V , . : . . Y 7 l V - I ve always dreamed of two years more, 7 . . , K. . ' V, L . . y V .D ' 4 f' A ' ' ', 4, V, ,y . . . . . i I I I 2 A' ' L' Y . ' L Y ' . . . V' . , , , . - : , , D - ,, . P , j V F-,'V V , V ' Y i ' . - . V . '.- . -k- , V, V y T I r 1 T ' i 'r , A,, , , Y A V A . , .. , L ,A , ' ' A ' rp. .