Hartridge School - Tempora et Mores Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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Direct Statement Because, you say, you wish to pass through Boards some day in June To walk in halls of learning, of science, or of art, And there isn’t any password of which you know the tune Except those learned in subjects that I’m taking so to heart. Future, More or Less Vivid Just have it your own way you must, since you are now seventeen And I am only I—that’s one. The odds are yours, you see. So I must stay to serve you in your competition keen Till in June you will be leaving, oh, my darling Twenty-Three. But you'll return, my darling, from the college or the home, And to name tapes and umbrellas indifferent we shall be, And we'll talk of sealing wax and kings and let our fancies roam— Straight back to good old times we had in Nineteen Twenty-Three! Lyn HARTRIDGE. y = “My, eS NY. | v= Yal? . ww Page 5

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Torthe ‘Class or 19240 (With apologies to all Latin Grammars) Contrary to Fact If only I could be with you in all your idle hours, Could read with you the books you love, or take you to the play, Could drive with you o’er hill and dale to gardens rich with flowers, Could lead you for dramatics to Manhattan’s Great White Way; If only we could sail abroad o’er vast and sunny seas, To study in far ancient lands the-churches built of yore; Could worship dear Madonnas of the Meadows or the Leas, And scatter alms in foreign lands to all the blessed poor; I’m sure that you would think of me and I should think of you As teacher and as students of a strange and happy kind, For we should then be doing many things you'd love to do, And doing them together in a joyous frame of mind. Facts But, as it is, geometry (originals! you know), And algebra (those problems!), and A‘neas (such a cad!) All taking up our minutes and our hours, fast or slow, Give a very wrong impression, and it’s somewhat to the bad. And then there’s Bible class, of course, and church on Sundays, too, And money for the starving—in their bodies or their brains; And laundry to be counted when one’s name tapes are too few, And arctics and umbrellas to be hunted when it rains. Rhetorical Question Such tiresome and such homely tasks I seem to have to plan, Such tiresome and such homely tasks you seem to have to do, Why aren’t we off to Italy, its glories for to scan? | Or in wildernesses, reading underneath a bough or two? Page 4

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Dedication To Miss Hartridge our friend and companion in whose home we have so happily lived and learned, do we humbly dedicate this, our Annual, hoping that its contents will in some way meet with the approval of her whose high ideals, keen understanding, and love of our youth have been our inspiration. Page 6