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

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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

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HOh m' boy, I'll be a missin' page is THE BEACON June 1, 19:57 THE SAILOREOY'S RETURN If you were in Killarny That day so long ago You'd hear a mother whisper With a voice so sad and low, Q - - , ...,.- . . you When you are out at sea, , Learning how to be a sailor In the big Navy. Can't you bide a wee bit longer- Before you go away? Sure you'll stay awhile my laddie Sure you'll stay anither day.W But her pleading was quite useless He was bound to go away. So he quickly turned and left her Left without a word to say. He's now learned to be a sailor And he's yearning to go home. Where he knows a mothers waiting --To go back across the foam. BABY A swoet little baby E with curly And eyes that shine the day, With tiny hands and that pucker hair, through skin so fair, Red lips ' in his babyish way. heard at early dawng awakens from sleep, As the wee lips part there comes a yawn Left by the sandman for baby to keep. A cry is The baby A step each day--he's learning to walk, Witha cautious smile on his face Then a word each day when he's learning to talk, Gives memories you ne'er can replace. Now he can run and count on his hand, Yess he's right,the mother's waitingAnd eat with his own fork But her hair is thin and gray She's still sure herNLaddieH will come back Sure--he'll come back to stay. She is getting old and feeble-- There's a knock upon the door. It's her little Laddie, grown up And they'l1 part, oh never more. Janice Sprunger, 7A WAR A thing that's existed centuries past, Are we going to let this awful thing last? War--it kills so many humans, And leaves the cities desolate ruins. That dreadful thing which always comes, When nations disagree, Throw away those old and A , dusty guns, Snd settle things peaceably! Caroline Lichtenberg, 8A and spoon, He's the sweetest child in all the land, When he whistles his favorite tune. Joyce Cleaver, BA THE TADPOLE I saw a little tadpole A swimming in the pond I went to catch him But he wiggled all around. Bobby Johnson,5B STAR PATTERNS So beautiful the stars,sb bright, They twinkle so merrily through the night, So wonderful and comforting to find Their patterns in the sky. I wish I to could make a pattern So comforting to the eye, Twinkling so merrily in the soft blue sky. ' Bob Gunzenhauser, 7A