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

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If M' 'if' f , , i ,n ' + ,vi Jffgj. - l , me ANNUAL A 9?oet'sl Garner SEEN INV.-'i'HE PARK . I wandered lonely through the park. It was at twilight+-not yet dark. The moon was pale and yet her light Was luminous although not bright. It, through the parkhmade shadows rise So weird and ghostly to my eyes. The air with sweetness seemed to fill. I From where, I could fnot tell until I raised my eyes and 'saw the three Cherry tree sisters merrily Dancing as though at someone's ball, They tripped joyously down' the hall. The fragrance of their snow-white hair Was like the scent of perfume rare. The wind-song slowed and softly blew. The trees seemed rooted in the dew. I hummed -a quiet happy tune About trees dancing 'neath the moon. Dono1-HY TOWNSEND 1- 6.1-l.S.-' . Lines written after Reading Edna S t. Vincent Millayls' God's World Dear God-the soul of me aches. A The beauty of this world Is far too great for me. Each quivering leaf Each sweet bird's cry Pulls at my heartstrings. O God-to think of all this loveliness Intangible. I drink it in, . , - I fill my soul with Nature ' And with You. I cry to You, dear God And beg of You, Let no new fragrance float my way, Let no new flower smile. For God, I can not stand it longerg It is too lovely. I It reaches -in and tears my very soul away. r NELL-GRAY W1LLcox - c.H.s. -- A DESCRIPTION OF COMUS Found in Ancient Archives of the School . A grit, big, husky, brute was he, ' B ' ' . cker than mght itself couldrbe arms had he and shoulders broad, I a body like our donkey Maude. I 1 were skinny, spindled, thin f when he took his

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THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL I9 Assembly 1 Athlete 2 Class : Coach : Football : French : Geometry : History : Professor : School : Senior Marks: Stewed : Stude : Student : Study : Teacher : Test : School Dictionary With apologies to Sam Johnson As interesting as church only there is no place to sleep. Dignified bunch of muscles unable to chop wood or sift ashes. Non-insomnious society. One who occupies a place ona nearby bench while a game is in progress and serves as an inspiration. Means of recreation afforded to youths under severe scholastic strain. See Athlete. A course taken to distinguish the difference between such phrases as 'Bon Ami' fGood Friendj and Dutch Cleanser fin Dutch, Dewatsereich, meaning accumulator. J f An elementary course in lines, curves and angles. Of much practical use to drugstore cowboys. Narrative of MAN'S progress since 'Monkeyhoodl Studied so that the mistakes of former History shall not be repeated. A medium through which knowledge is transferred from one thicket of life's experience to another thicket. A large company, as of fish. Pronounced seen-your-marks. The low down on all senior's abilities. Not usually published but generally known. Eventual condition of 'stude'. See stude. A male youth remaining in school for the express purpose of giving the girls a 'break'. An artful assimilator of pedagogical expoundings. Nearly extinct word meaning to endeavor to learn by means of mental application. Another educational medium-less dignified, therefore harder to m-ake con- nections-. Means of arousing students from lethargies. First word with which the expression 'sink or swim' was used. LOUISE PL1ss, HOWARD Ross HW- c. H. s. i SWEET MYSTERIES or LIFE W How does Clarence Hatfield manage to study and play checkers at the same time? Why does G. Glair soberly wink his eye at the ceiling? Why does the French teacher stare at the window? Why does the Latin teacher write Greek in the Latin class when no one understands it? Why does H. Ross close his eyes when he plays the clarinet at band practice? How do certain persons manage to have 95? as their monthly averages? Why do the musical strains of a DOUBLE B-Flat bass horn console the restless mind of Louise Pliss? Why does I. Mentley like to spill sulphuric acid on his trousers? WALTER CHMIEL l c. H. s. -f LET'S START A FUND To buy Bunny Murphy a complete set of Harold Bell Wright's novels. To To buy a halo for Dorothy Townsend. get Johnny Mentley a cheval glass in which to admire his physique. To provide a dummy for Gordon Glair to cuddle and coo. To beg, borrow, or steal a portable typewriter for Nell-Gray VVillcox. To To furnish Raymond Baldwin with a book on nautical affairs. reserve a sound proof study hall for Louise Pliss. To rent a room at Ungers for Fritz Trapp. To publish a book on How to Attract Women by Walter Chmiel. To buy Greta Garbo's latest photograph, AUTOGRAPHED, for Mr. Wilber.

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THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL DREAMS I sit here, seeing naught, but dreaming dreams of gold, And the world about me revolves itself into visions. From the Past arises a horde of memories I would fain forget But I can not! The present comes before my eyes, and I view with a spirit humble The things I am doing now- The things I may regret in later years Even as I am now regretting past folly. Close on the heels of the Present comes the Future- The mystic time. For I can sit and dream of what I shall be then. No visions haunt me except the gossamers of shimmering dreams. Dreams of the future never hold the ghosts we wish long dead But revel in what we most desire. And so my dreams of the Future are precious and lovely Because they hold naught but shining, glowing things. I am a dreamer! GERALDINE HAYES 1- G. H. s. T SCHOOL DAY BLUES Once upon a Monday dreary, while mine eyes grew dull and bleary, Regarding volumes of assorted lore, While I nodded, nearly napping drowsily I sensed a tapping, As of some gently rapping-rapping on the school-room floor. 'Tis teacher, dear, I muttered, tapping on the school-room floor Cease that racket, I implore. Ah! Distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak September, VVhen, unsuspecting, I returned for more. Then much to my great sorrow, I found we could not borrow- Could not borrow sheets of paper, it irked me to the core. How would I get paper, if I could not borrow more? In fact, 'twas quite a bore. And now this talk of working, and never, never shirking, Is endlessly repeated o'er and o'er. How I hate to hear prating, of standing and of rating. Why, it sets my teeth to grating, as they ne'er did grate before. As they ne'er have clashed or gnashed before! And it is such a bore! To go back to the tapping- to that unearthly rapping, Which so disturbed by mind before, It ended all my dreaming, my wonderful day dreaming, And weighted all the burdens, I so sorrowfully bore,- That multitude of lessons, I disconsolately bore, Heaped on for ever-more. And our teacher, as is fitting, still is sitting, still is sitting Before the desk, above the school room Hoor, Eagerly I long for Sunday, morbidly I dread Blue Mondayg Always shall I hear the tapping, tapping on the school-room floor Tapping sometimes on the bell, and sometimes on the floor,- Shall this go on for ever-more? RAYMOND BALDWIN