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

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Q THE. VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL 29 W 1 0 T From Across the Way U The movin' van has gone away And left the house across the way. The fur-ni--ture is in the yard, And everyone is working hard. The baby cries 'cuz he cannot play In the movin' van that's gone away. Aw, gosh, I can't write a poem! I'm going fishing, Sis! Tell ma when she comes home. The door banged as the clever little pessimist shouldered his fishing rod. Poetry's silly, and gosh, if they'd give y' somethin' to write on! But Sis was not listening. She was reading a letter. This always took her away from the world. Pete guessed he wouldn't say any more about poetry. Better go while the goin's good. Skins' waitin' down by the cave. The cave reached and Skin found, the fishing trip was resumed. Say, Pete, my highbrow bub's just got a letter. Huh! letter? Does he know it? Sa-ay, if he did, well, he'd lose his job I guess. D'ye' think old Br0wn's gonna keep a love-sigk dude in his office after, well, after he's found out he's love-sick and is gettin' etters. Guess not. Sis got a letter, too. Did she? Yep, got a letter and, Gee-jiminy! Wait a minit, Skin. She had some apple pie in the l. ' Pete's voice was lost in the distance. Skin sat down to reflect. Apple pie! Gosh, I didn't think Pete's sister knew that much. How d' y' s'pose she hap- pened to think--to--to be stuck with the ideer that fellers like apple pie: while they're fish- ing? And how d'y' s'pose she thought of it before that letter came? Bet she-gee! Hope she put some cheese in the pack, too. I-Iere'5 Pete! Germz'n' micraphonge! He must'a eat it. Pete panted along the path. Sa-ay, you-you! What'd you wanta tell me she had pie in your knapsack for? Betcha you had a letter yourself, you. G'wan, Skin, I oney said jinney had a pie in the oven and I didn't wanna spoil it 'cuz- 'cuz-well, never mind 'cuz why! 'Cuz why, Pete? Nope, I ain't a gonna say. Aw, Pete, I'se alaz been your pal! I shoulda' got mad about the pie but if you'll say 'cuz why- ? Nope, that's my bizness. If I wanna have a good pie when Mary-well-never mind who's comin' to sup-, never mind. Aw shut up! The boys were pals and when Pete said Shut up, he meant clam closed. Pete fur- nished the food for the hikes and what he said always went like money with Skin. On the return, they again talked of home. Pete, d'y' s'pose these fish'd keep 'till 'morrer? You can-- No! If John can't cook 'em I Will. Gee, maybe Mom or 'linney'd cook 'em for you. Say, do you know-? You don't know why I'n1 glad I got two fish, d'y'? No, I guess not. It's just the same as 'cuz why. H 14 7

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28 THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL C .. 5 JUNIOR CLASS The Value of Common Things l.ite is what we make it. No matter how much we have, or how little, we should malte use of it to the hest of our ahility. lt is true that many have heen much more fortun- ate in many ways than we, hut nevertheless, it is wrong for us to desire what :mother has or to envy him. We were put here on this earth to sh-are the joys and sorrows of life, and we shall gain nothing hy heing remorseful. The glitter and gleam, which portend to make a life of luxury and sophistication, are merely an external shell, for this glitter and Sheen soon tarnishes and turns dull. After all, the incidents ot' life of true value are the love of your fellowmen, the love of gentleness, and the love of nature. People, who accept life as it comes, are the people who are happy. We should he thankful to live among the heautiful things of nature, which God has placed here on this earth, just for us. ln the spring, there are the llowers peeping their tiny heads through the soil, the trees hursting forth into hloom. Later in the season, the llowers, those exquisite hlossoms of wonderment and mystery, burst into their lovely hlooms of lmrightest hue. 'l'hen in the fall comes that season of autumn, when the leaves are tinged with gorgeous and llamhoyant colors, later to fall to the ground and die. liven Win- ter, though somewhat somhre, has a certain, quiet loveliness. All these things are put here for a purpose, and that purpose is for us to love and enjoy them. After all, life is what we make it, however humhle and lowly our environments may he. The common things in life are the worthy things, the lovely things, the desirable things. MARION Correa

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30 THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL 'Cuz why, what's 'cuz why? Oh, y' know I went back to grab the letter. Y' didn't take Jinney's letter did y', Pete? Oh yeah, but I gave :it back. What for ? 'Cuz she'd a told Pa, -Sa-ay y' know a new family moved in across from us today? Yeh? Any boys? Dunno, but a squallin' kid wuz there and a kinda' nice girl came and took it in. She had on a pink - Gee Ruzalem! Wonder what Mary'll wear t'nite. No! Well, she had on a pink dress and, say! I'll ast ma if she'll cook it for y'. See ya' in the momin'. Say, Pete. Yeh. Got your poetry all thunk? Nope, have you ? Yep-The bass is in the water still. The trees is on the bank, The pies is in the- Say, Pete, did y' save that pie? Yeh, 'n gosh ! Your thing's swell. Betcha Ill be able to write a better one after Mary goesf. Never mind. It's just 'cuz when after 'cuz who eats 'cuz why's cuz when I'm gonna be able to write 'cuz why! Yeh ! Yeh, say, Skin, there's Sis sittin' on the hammock a readin' a letter. Gee! If I wuz s'much in l-ove I'd knock Mary - 'cuz why I'-d not let a pie burn - Aw, heck. S'long. S'long, Pete. As Skin went toward his rooms, which his brother provided, he again reflected. Mary,-'cuz-why-, fish he'd caught himself, Supper, apple pie! Yep! That's it! Mary Donner's gonna be there t'eat t'nite. Golly ! Here she comes now. 'Evenin', Mary. Hello, Skin. Been fishing again? Yep, And did Peter catch anything? Sure. Then Peter was with you? Yeh and he said he hoped the pie would'n' burn an' maybe he'd be able to write poetry 'cuz why, and that you wuz eaten' with him t'nite and, and-. Peter said what ? And he wondered if your dress'd be pink like the dress the nice girl that just moved in across the street had on-and, and, if he wuz as much in love as jinney he'd knock you fer- Skin-stop! Did Peter say that? in Sure! VVhat's the matter? CGOsh, guess it's spilt now alrightjf' Oh, nothing much, I was going-Say, Skin, what are you doing tonite? Oh, I was goin' over to Pete's, but I'm not gonna butt in on you two. Guess I'll see the show. Oh, Skinney! I'd love to see that! Gee, Mary. It's all right. Peter needn't expect me and I have the money here. Sure, I'l1 call at seven. That's fine, Skin. Say, Skin, your name's Donald, isn't it? l6Yep.!! xx H If H u is U H KI tt H ' 951, . , at T A K , at