Gowanda Central School - Valley Bugle Yearbook (Gowanda, NY)

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THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL PALCIC, ERNEST I never knew so young a body for so old a head.AwShakeSpeare MILLFIR, ELEANOR The rnildest manners and the gentlest heart.-Pope PLISS, LOUISE To write well is to think well, to feel well, and to render well,' It is to possess at once intellect, soul and taste.-Buffon KOSMALA, RUDOLPH Not a word ?????-Shakespeare IJOXTATOR, ALICE Hail to the chief who in triumph adz'ances!-Scott ROSS, HOWARD I may justly say, with the hooked-nose fellow of Rome I came, saw, and overcame . -Shakespeare BXIURPHY, HELEN She walks in beauty, like the night Of floudless clinie and starry skies. -Byron HAYES, GERALDINE If naebody care for me, I'll care for naebody.-Burns ,ff f SHERMAN, LLOYD , ,f , ff . J' J v If X . The falling out .offflovqas the renewing of love.-Burton BURY, DORIS - 1'll not budge an inch.-Shakespeare

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is I0 THE. VALLEY BUCLE ANNUAL Q Suddenly a soft purring sound seemed to descend from somewhere in the space. It was like a chanting brookor a gentle wind. Something flashed and I knew we had reached the moon. I gasped in astonishment and pleasure. VVhat a quaint little place! There were thousands of tiny moon-folk scampering busily about toiling, singing, talking. Of course I was unable to understand them, nevertheless I ventured to speak, having to bend very low to do so. At first they were surprised and frightened at my size and strange appearance, but hospitality and amiability seeming to predominate in their characters they motioned for me to follow them. A workshop! There was a steady hum from the multitude of workers, who seemed to take a fiendish interest in their work. A huge, shiny, new machine gleamed from the center of the shop. lt was shaped like a submarine, with wings and a propeller. The workman- ship was complicated and intricate. There were thousands of tiny seats inside and many richly furnished rooms. Everything was painted silver. No, not painted, but rather stained from the moon itself. How hard and pitifully serious the people were in trying to explain to me its purpose. They jabbered in the queerest jargon, gesticulated and finally gave up in despair. Suddenly it occurred to me that they were contemplating a trip to the earth. I nodded trying to show them I understood. But in my heart I understood more than they, that their appearance on earth would certainly mean destruction. Earthly scientists would gluttonously seize them, experiment with them and finally destroy them. I must save these good little people. Hut how could I tell them? We had neither word nor code in common. I thought furiously-ah l' would destroy their machine myself and save them from my brothers below. So when all the workers had left the shop, I stole quietly to the machine and fulfilled my purpose. lt was not an easy task for I knew this had taken hundreds of years and a vast amount of wealth. I also knew that I must leave the moon and these people forever. The downward trip was sad indeed. Dawn too was descending and I wept as I thought of the grief my deed would cause. Once more on earth l gazed up. All was serene and calm, but I was the only one on earth who knew that all was not calm. The great velvet strip still sparkled, butit had lost its power over me and I walked home feeling that now I could never be a friend of the sky folk. LOUISE Puss 1 c.H.s. 1 History . History is a great gallery of pictures, painted by the hand of Time. The pictures are ever increasing, for each day, Time takes his brush and paints a picture. Time does not discriminate between his subjects. One day he protrays a great and bitter struggle. The next, he paints the picture of a simple homely man, uttering a simple message. Each event, be it one of simplicity or one of grandeur, he paints on his historical canvas. How small we feel when we enter and behold the immensity of this gallery. But there is no time to be lost in astonishment and bewilderment. There are so many pictures that it will take a whole year to look at them all. At first we study the colonial panorama. There is Magellan and Columbus, those jolly old tars. But they do not appear so jolly when we are required to remember the date of their stunts. Then, there is the great epic of American history, the American Revolution. It is one of the most colorful pictures that we find, but we wonder why Patrick Henry wasn't spanked by the King. Such a mischievous but by no means lovable country that this was! We must not forget that ever impartial hand of Time. His picture of peace and prosf perity is just as vividly colorful. We can hear the beat of the soldiers' feet as they march to Washington in answer to l.incoln's call, but we can also hear the ring of the pioneer's axe. We can see the fire of adventure in the eyes of the westward bound. We can see the glow from Friendship's altar as nations find that peace is more desirous than war. VVe come to that most glorious and most gruesome picture, the World War, that pic- ture which taught the world the value of peace. It is a picture that thrills and awes, a picture that must not be painted again. What pictures have fired the blood of youth? Is it WVar, whose Commander-in-Chiei is Death? Is it Peace with its real and mellow beauty? The future may depend on it. We leave the gallery, wondering whether we can make a sketch-copy of these pictures on our Regents paper. ARLENE DOXTATOR

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THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL I TRAPP, KATI'IERINE Brevity is the soul of wit.-Shakespeare CHMIEL, VVALTER Devise wit,' write peng for I am for whole -volumes in folio.HShakespeare HEAVAIS, FRANKIE Men were doreivers ever.-Shakespeare FALK, DORIS He' is well paid that is well satisfied. -Shakespeare ALLEN, FLORENCE Yet do I fear thy natureg It is too fnll o' the milk of human kind- ness.-Shakespeare FRENZIQL, HELEN That we would do, We should do when we would. -Shakespeare DOXTATOR, BOYD His very foot has ninsic in it As he' comes np the stairs.-Mickle ZUZEK, MARY As merry as the day is long.-Shakespeare IQEYES, JANET She moves a goddess and she looks a queen.-Pope MCGUIRE, JACK Absence makes the heart grow fonder. -Bayly