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

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THE VALLEY BUGLE. ANNUAL THESE HAVE I LOVED The friendly maple tree beneath whose kindly shade Many happy hours I've spent where as a child I played. The woodland path that has been set apart In memory by me as leading straight to nature's heart The swiftly running brook that chatters as it flows. And laughs and sings as ever on it goes. The grapevine swing dear friend of youthful joys, Afforded many happy hours to us country girls and boys. And Pat, my dog, a mongrel of sorts, A friend in all my trials, and in all my carefree sports. The old stone well that held a soothing balm To the thirsty traveler the sparkling waters calm. The lofty fields of grain that ripple in the breeze, Like acres of shining gold. All these have I loved and more besides. The smell of roses wet with morning dew The golden sunlight, the heavens shade of blue. The sun at twilight slipping down to rest And heaven's splendor lighting up the west VVith many colors all of varied hue. The joys of laughter and a smile that rings true, These have I loved. G H S THE THINGS I LOVE It is twilight, Soft and still. Now I hear a sleepy chirp, Now I feel the wind's soft kissg Now I see the yellow moon, Rising, faint Behind a mass of foliage. The freshness of the evening dew And the 1ilac's fragrance Rise together Into the gathering dusk. These things I love. I hear A strain of music A mother sings a Soothing lullaby to the Tired one Clasped to her breast. The children linger At their games, the games I used to play, And there my garden grows, My own creation With lGod's aid and care. Ah, these things are sweet. These things I love. With a book Clasped preciously, I climb The old familiar stairs, Sweet, cool sheets 5 thoughts of Yesterday, today and tomorrow. A prayer-- Then slumber With light, fantastic dreams. These things I love. L. Pliss Vera Bowers

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THE VALLEY BUGLE. ANNUAL A SONNET To the Freshman O, Freshman on that airy cloud, . Come forth from 'neath thy dreamy shroud, Awake and think of days to be, And 'cease thy silly jollity. Your childish days are in the past- Days for success have come at last. T'is time to wake from childish sleep, T'is time to fall into studies deep. High School is no chi1d's play, Classes aren't conquered in a day. F reshmen, there are classes three, . Patiently awaiting thee. But these are mountains, great and tall Which you, to win, must come to fall. WALTER CHMIEL 1- c. H. s. i A STUDENTS PLAINT I was told to sit not set I am to say I'm chawmed indeed,' In our class of etiquette, Instead of using the old creed To rise when Mother enters in Of pleased to meetcha' or hello Or any other of my kin. When I am introduced you know. My spoon within my teacup? Never! The part that infuriates me Nor it is nice nor it is clever Is the fact that an Emily To leave my knife upon the table. Was the cause of all this fuss- And I was told 'twas not a fable. The nasty, horrid, little cuss! NP2LL'GRAY' W1LLcox i- G. H. s. -- DAWN Awake! for dawn is born From the short-lived love of Sun and Moon, And bears on its rays, That which penetrates the soul of slumbering man. It's nativity is 'dorned With such splendors To make the pomp of kings seem sickly. Yet man sleeps on, indifferent To such events, but warm to those Which radiate with dross of gold. The turquoise cradle . Beams amidst robes of downy pink, And on the distant hills, the hoarfrost gleams! Hark! There is music, Nature's own sweet symphony. Feathered throats, Purring winds, Thrumming brooks, All in perfect harmony. And one by one the delicate, tinted flowers Raised their heads, then Suddenly unfold, in profound rejoicing. While the h-ours fly ' The world brightens as the Infant Dawn Grows up to Day. Louisa Puss

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THE. VALLEY BUGLE. ANNUAL Shakespearean Romances Once on a time, So long ago, Dallying by a stream, Came Shakespeare's Juliet and Romeo . In a Sweet Midsummer Night's Dream . They thought that marriage was no menace, Decided to get a ring- Straightway came to The Merchant of Venice As happy as anything! ! Happy and gay-Juliet would sing , From morn till eventide. Their first real quarrel, Much Ado About Nothing Was much of a shock to the bride. The Hamlet that she chose for home Was ruled by Julius Caesar , It wasn't very far from Rome, Nor yet from Ebenezer. Our life is like A Winter's Tale , Said he, and full of terrors. But surely came the answering wail, No l ! ! A Comedy of Errors ! It was as much as he could do, With her tempcr like The Tempest , To fulfill his Taming of the Shrew - But still he did his d-dest! ! When asked, Where shall the wedding be P He answered, 'As You Like It'. 'A Lover's Complaint' is not for me And never shall I make it Then we'll be married at Corona, A place to my heart most dear, Two Gentlemen of Verona Can then convey us here. sr Hut darling, cried the bridegroom, Have you figured up the cost? If we don't get married soon My dear, 'twill be 'Love's Labor Lost, ! He repented at his leisure For those Words he spoke so light, 'Cause she gave Measure for Measure - Held out until the Twelfth Night . U Then suddenly it ended, As such quarrels often do- Their hearts were, wisely, mended, And their wedding plans went thru . Antony and Cleopatra too Were present at the time, And did all things attendants do That I can't put in rhyme- SO- ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL GERALDINE LIAYES