Hewitt School - Venturer Yearbook (New York, NY)

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-15 T0BeABv1wl n len Time I wish I were ll wandering hard, xvllllilllg the world when the Ways were hard. XVhen the heart heat quicker, And hope was young, And truth was the song on u ininstrelis tongue. Though the forests were deep and wild and clark. The lnnntsinun's arrow found its mark, And the greatest l1lllltSIl1ll.1l was king of ull. But whether in hut or kingly hull, YVith erouehing hounds hy 11 leaping hlzlze, lfieree men listened with dreauuing gaze, NVhile'niy harp sung on of love und war, Of gods und heroes who lived hefore. O, the lords of that time were mud and free, But tender were they to poetry. --limmi Mr1ffc'sic'l1 Class Yll 40

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Springtime Green There is something in the springtime Of a special joy to me. It's found on every bush, On every shrub and tree. On every sprouting blade of grass, On every fragile fern, This wondrous thing is everywhere And each year will return. It is the shade of springtime, That wondrous shade of green, Which at no other time of year, Is so profusely seen. It has a special beauty, A beauty all its own, A beauty clean and delicate, A soft, refreshing tone. I think, perhaps, in Heaven, Where nothingis bad or wrong, This lovely, dewy shade of green Is present all year long. -Charlene Haas Class VIII Story Once upon a time there was a fairy. She knew a boy. She loved him dearly, but he hated her because she sometimes went out with other boys. He did not like that at all. He hated that very much. One day he said, I can't take this any longer. Oh! Do you mean that? Sure I mean that. The fairy was very sad. She said I won't go out with other boys. OK, I will marry you, and they lived happily ever after. -Rhodena Dalsemer Class II 39

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T lair Too Will Parr If thereis one thing I like itis examinations. If there's one thing I hate it's long vacations. To sit at my desk and study all night Is to me much better than some Turkish delight. Whenever there looms a weekend ahead I wish, wish to myself there was school instead. On Monday morn I rush to the door Thrilled with the thought of work in store. One of the things I like the best Is a teacher who springs a test. My spirits soar when I have to go Up to the blackboard to show what I know. I never talk in classes at all Which proves I'm always on the ball . . . fMy feet feel queer, where are my shoes? I must be getting the springtime blueslj -Rosita Sarnoff Class VIII A Summer Adventure One day at camp I was walking along when I came upon a little brook. I explored it a little and found a tiny waterfall. There were small rocks up above it. Since they were so much like stepping stones I crossed it. Then I started going upstream. I heard something behind me but took no thought of it. I followed the brook a ways then turned back. There not ten feet away from me was a giant black stallion. His conformation was perfect. He was drinking from the stream. Then he lifted his head and saw me, he whirled around. His beautiful ears went back, his intelligent eyes set far apart glared at me, he showed his teeth. Looking at me once again he went back to his drinking. I felt as though I were glued to the ground. When he finished drinking he came over to me. Suddenly I remembered a lump of sugar in the back pocket of my uniform. I took it out and held it out to him. He ate it. Soon we were very good friends. -Vivian Witkind Class V 41