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

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June 1, 1957 fQ1,Qj'THE BEACON LITTLE BLACK BEAR J T, HH0 hum,Hsa1d a little black bear ,,As he upset the flour sack,'x1 VI may be a toy, but Ilm positive It isnlt brains I lack., WMy! MY! Tut, tut, what is this?W ,As he looked into the mirror, HThis can't be me. It must be I, HWhy, I must have made an error.W So he climbed into the doll house H And finally found a tub, 'AV For today he was a white bear, I Yesterday, a black haired cub. He looked into a little book, gMNamed How To Take a Bath, UNQQH said he again, UIt isn't brains I-lack.n Well, he got out of the bathtub, Looking so spic and span. Said he,UThere is no bear like me On sea or wood or land.W ' . Corrine Hutner, 4A ' , CRYSTAL MAGIC An avenue of trees Glistening r ' In a coat , .' Of crystal, - 1 A deep blue sky, Lighted . With the morning sun, ' Acoenting C Jewelledntreosy There is a picture , An artist with his brush,, Finds not the secret of its magic. y, '. Ellen Harry, YA ' I p .IN oLD Mrxico Letgus go through Mexico And'in this magic land we will find some places Where bandits used to stand. And in the city of Guadalajara, Let us look around I At many old cathedrals c With bells of mellow sound. ' h Marjorie Riethmiller, GB ,The The And Are I watch the As it pours It makes me Has sprung a great big rain is pattering on my roof, day is dark and dreary, all the sailing . ., Page 13 THE RAIN u.. little boys around, little boats, rain incessantly, andppours, think that heaven, leak. It makes me very sad, ' It makes me wish that ICQ Were happy playing baseball, Under a blue summers sky. T John Lomont,7A BOOKS ' When outside it isirainy and wet, You cannot run or play, and yet, If you look upon your shelf, Inside a book you may find wealth Harold Werkman, 7B THE TADPOLE , I saw a little tadpole come 'swimming round and round, I went ,fell to catch him but I into the pond.- Marty Knudson, BA . CIRCUS y There's a circus coming to town, The music will go round and round The children will play, All happy and gay,, And watch the clown, Jump up and down. Betty Brockman, SB NIGHT 4 Night is drawing nigh, ' Clear across the sky, 'The sun is fading away Far into the night. . ' 3Birds are hunting nests, .Wavas are hunting rest, ,,The night's shadow is here, Closing out all fear. Mirianna Klotz, 7A

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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

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Page 14 THE BEACON June 1, 1957 55' I If you have a good imagination, just imagine Charlene Mc Atee, L rollioers who were Jean Weil, Betty Swain,Betty Jean HaneX,Lois Alice Jeanne Sweet, Bob Young,and Caroline Lichtenberg in a dark room seated before a wierd old woman who is gazing into a round globe, dazzling in its beauty. You've guessed it--we're in a for tune teller's tent. The old lady mumbled something and then told us to look into the globe.Lo and behold! Before our amazed eyes we saw the globe grow larger and larger and form itself into what is better known as the earth. We locked at each other questioning ly and then a light was focused on the airport of New York. We saw ourselves boarding a plane for Hawaii, with our old school- mates Clarence Jackson as pilot and Homayne Hediger as the Air Stewardess.Soon we were in Hawaii The first person I noticed was a strange looking native who was staring at us queerly. NWhy,H- said Alice, HThat's no native-- that's Robert Wendell sunburned a little.h Later when we were in our hotel,Alice came bursting in, with four tickets to England and she said that we'd sail the next day. When we boarded the ship I noticed two sailors arguing with what seemed to be a Stowaway . Upon a closer inspection it was shown that the two sailors were Paul Dannecker and Fred Baker, while the stowaway was Clar- ence Ditton. Later as I sat in a deck chair reading a paper I no- ticed this item, W8th day of week found by Donald Parkinson. NWould miracles never cease? Well, it seemed they wouldn't. That night we went down to the dance floor A who should be the band leader but Alice Hall with her rollicking Campbell,Helen Ninde,harjorie Me- Mahon, and Mildred Hankee. The stars of the show were Leis and Faye Gumpper, appearing in the famous sister, act. I must say they were very good. The days passed swiftly for us then,and soon we were in London, whistling for a cab. Up drove Hebert Dancgg, in a model T. Ford and asked us if we wanted a cab. We certainly did for we had been waiting for an hour,so in we hop- ped and were soon driving up in front of a hotel and climbing out Later as we were walking down the streets of London we decided that we were hungry, so we stop- ped at a hamburger stand. The chef, surprisingly, was Charles- Closc and he was a picture with a large chef's hat on, and flipping hamburgers.We were served by none other than Marilyn Sondles,Chucks assistant. After satisfying our appetites we started investigating the stores. In one of the stores some boys rushed up and pushed a foot stand underneath our feet, while we stood speechless in as- tonishment. Finally when they were finished they asked us if we wanted our shoes shined. What could we say? Bob gasped in wond er and then revealed the identity of the boys.The' smxpuplets were James Weaver,Robert Wylie, August Luyben, Fred wSehwier, Morris Sprinkle, and Qick Stevenson. After this episode, we decided we wanted to go to Scotland so we donned kilts and to Scotland we journeyed. New there's one thing I've always wanted to see and that is genuine bagpipers, and I