Girls High School of Brooklyn - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Page NYMPH, GO BACK, Anna Elizabeth Bennett ............. .... '7 THE TALE OF EGARE AND AMOURETTE, Aurelia Leifler .... . . 9 NEW YORK, Barbara Tripp ............................ .... 1 1 SYMBOL, Aldona Mikolainis ............ .... 1 3 FELLED TREE, Anna Elizabeth Bennett .......... .... 1 4 THE CRUISE OF THE ARTEMIS, Ruth Goldzweig .... .... 1 5 ON WRITING AN ESSAY, Aurelia Leffler .......... .... 1 '7 THIS IS SHE, Marie East ........,....... .... 1 8 GYPSY FEVER, Florence Rodin ........ .... 1 9 RI-IAPSODY IN TAN, Amy Lieberman .,.. .... 2 0 TRAGEDY, Sivia Friedman ............... .... 2 1 ORGANS ARE EMANCIPATED, Celia Star. . . . . . .22 WAG, TONGUES, WAG! Marie East ..... .... 2 3 ELEGY, Ruth Goldzweig ........... .... 2 5 SUNSET, Lillian Potkewitz .................... .... 2 6 SENIORS JUMPING ROPE, Virginia Fischer ............... .... 2 6 THIS UNEMPLOYMENT SITUATION, Florence Trubowltz .... .... 2 7 ILLUSION, Joyce Lifshutz ............................... ..... 2 7 SENIOR SECTION ............. .... 2 8-52 BACK TO NATURE, Marie East .... .,.. 5 3 BLUE AND GOLD EDITORIALS .... .... 5 4 POETS' CORNER ............... .... 5 '7 DRAMATICS .... ,,,, 5 8 ANNEX NOTES .. ,,,, 61 NEWS .......... ,,,, 6 4 GLUE AND BOLD... ....68

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Nymph, Go Back YMPH, nymph, from the forest running, Slight, lovely, shaft, and white quiver, Stay a while longer in shadow, in purple Print from the leaves in the wind's shiver- It is too much for a fragile thing To slip into sun, untaught, unheeding, Leave this to birds and dark-skinned flowers Whose stripped hearts long before stopped bleeding. Return to Pan and the swift glimpses Of fauns in the dark's thrust, silver haired ..., You would be lost in the sun's turning, You would be pitifully ensnared- Leave it to us to walk in light, Mortals who have never known The deep, uncertainty of dark, The synthesis of forest-bone. We stagger out against the heave Of iire immortal, for we are Not things of music, as a nymph Who whittles pipings from a star, Who moves upon the inner air, The inmost breathing of the world- You would gasp like a young bee Within his first sweet Hower curled .... Go back to Pan, and to the sound Seven