Harrison Hill Middle School - Beacon Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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Page 10 THE BEACON June 1, 1937 These I have loved: The swaying of the pine trees at night on the banks of a solitary lake, The ripple of the water below the bright moonlit sky, The music of an organ blest with peaceful reverent tone, A quiet place for study that is far out from the world,to concen- trate and create,setting thoughts to scroll, The anticipation of a great hap- pening that has long been premed- itatedg The gladness and joy of reading an article that is particularly treasured because of its striking feeling upon the soul. Clarence Jackson, 8A THE WIND Have you ever listened to the wind? I have So swiftly, lightly, it blows along. It fairly makes a little song. Over the meadows, the brooks, and the trees. Net a thing to care about Just like me. It comes and kisses me on the cheek Then up to the highest mountain peak, It is always jolly, happy,and gay I may go along with the wind some day Lois Hoff,7B When twilight creeps on padded feet Across the blue-gray sky And swallows stretch their graceful forms At ease, and homeward fly- I wonder if I'll ever be Quite free to travel down The dusty read that leads Through many a quaint old-fashioned town. The road may lead to Mamico Where scarlet peppers dry, Or it may lead to a mountain home Where a brook goes tumbling by. But I will just ' keep traveling Until I'm old and grey, And then perhaps I'll stop and dream Off that long, straight, dusty way. Janice Sprunger, 7A SUMMER Oh Summer, Oh Summer, Oh Summer has come, And we may go out and play in the sun. Peggy Frank, BB PUSSY WILLOWS I saw some little pussies-- Midget pussies, I suppose, Little gray, downy pussies, Just a day old, For when I looked yesterday, Only green buds were there. So they must have been born At night--I wasn't there. Mary Belle Hawver, 4A

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June l, l9.'57 THE BEACON Page 9 BLUEBELLS One day while walking in the woods I found many small fern- like plants,, with pretty blue flowers, called bluebells. p I thought it would be nice to have one in my own garden. I took a plant up carefully by the roots, brought it home, and planted it in a shady spot. It grew and spread. Now I have many plants. they The flowens last a long time and even the are I like bluebells because need very little attention. after they quit blooming, leaves are still pretty and nice to put in a bouquet of other flowers. Dorothy Heslip, 7A THE FAIRY AND THE BROWNIE Once upon a time there was a fairy and a brownie. One day the brownie was chasing the fairy.The fairy's home was a flower. This flower was picked by a little- girl. The fairy ran to her home but it was gone! The brownie caught her but she get away. 'She ran to find a new home. She was very glad to find a cave. But it was the brownie's home. Fairy ran down the road. She saw a flower. It looked like her home. The lit tle girl had planted the flower again. She lived happily ever after. Mary Lou Metz, 2A MY DOG One day in the spring a little to live with us. It was dog came a Boston Terrier,seven weeks old. At first we could not think of a name,but ey. finally decided on Mick- Mickey proved to be a very good and smart little dog.He does many tricks, some of which are,he sits up, rolls over, speaks, gets the paper in the morning, jumps over your hand, plays dead, and hide- and-go-seek.When I come home from scheol,he is always waiting for me, because I love to play with him. He is a real watch dog. Maxine Fisher,8B ST. AUGUSTINE St. Augustine, Florida, is a very historic city. When I was there during spring vacation I saw the nFountain of Youthn which was discovered by Ponce de Leon in 1515. There is a cross there which has fifteen stones one way and thirteen the other to tell the year. I also saw the oldest house in the U. S. and the museum in connection with it. There was an old Indian burial ground which was just discovered a few years ago when a man found it while setting out orange trees. There are eighty two bodies which a man from Smithson- ian Institute said denoted either a famine or a great tragedy. Dorothy Jaggcrs, 7A A TRIP TO A GOLD MINE We were jogging along a steep mountain pass when we saw below use group of small buildings with a stream running beside them. The guide informed us that this was The Stillwell Gold Mine. We were so near our destination that we wanted to hurry on, but the guide said it was not safe. If your horse slipped you would fall down a hundred feet of almost perpendi cular cliff to be crushedto death on the rocks below. So we went a long as usual. When we reached the mine we saw a man oiling a machine that pumped the water to the not that held the rocks, some of which were gold nuggets. When he saw'usihe turned off the mach- ine and to d us about his mine. John Virts, 7A

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June 1, 1937 THE Brioom Page 11 . SAND I love the ripple of the water Against my uneven sides. I love the moonlight that's had a peep beneath long silky clou ds Fire bugs flitting below with bod- ies of glossy black. I hold the bugs close to me be- cause it's almost dawn. g Marianna Klotz, 7A A STORM Here comes the rain, Hear it patter on the window pane Here comes the lightning, Oh, it is very frightening! A Robert Ruckel, SB SPRING Spring is coming as you can see, The leaves are laughing and swinging in glee, The pussy-willows have all gone away, Oh! how I wish that Spring would stay. Mary Whittern, SB A CLOCK Tick, Tock I am the clock, I work all day, In a tiresome way, Although I am useful, I never was sleuthful, I Because I just can't figure out, All these children about. Carol Trenary, 7A MEADOW BEAUTY The sun on the lovely meadow green, Gives light with a soft silvery sheen, And down on the valley oh so blue Flows a stream of a still much richer hue, The clouds above are case of gold Is this a fairy story being told? Virginia Gray, 7A and WISHING ' Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day Just to scatter seeds of kindness As you pass along the way. For the pleasure of the many, May be offtimes traced to one, As the hand that plants the acorn Shelters armies from the sun. ' Willis Welty, SB SAILBOATS Some people like to pole on a raft But me, I want,a real boom and gaff The mast, a clean varnished spar, But still others think that power boats are, Much better than sailboats, But me, K'll leave off those Power boats, It's so greasy tinkering with a moterl Sc I'll be a genuine sailboater. Dan Auer, 7A MY DREAMS I want to be a dress designer, To work all day long on satins and silks ' Shaping the dresses will fit, Dresses made of taffeta,georgette and other fine things, With ruffles and frills, Cute sport dresses with high colared necks, With all sorts of designs, Circles,squares,and wiggly lines, What a fine life that would be. Carol Trenary, 7A so they MY VISITOR There was a bluebird who always sang On spring mornings on my window sill. He made a nest up in the elm tree And entertained me with a trilly-trill-trill. ' Joan Alderman, SB