James Monroe High School - Monrovian Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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IAMESNMONROE HIGH SCHOQL iliuin Come out into the rain with me, you'll find it warm enough, It's only a cloudfslippered mist-you nee'dn't fear the cold. Ymfve never known the body smell of thick damp earth? The soft wet touch of rainffilled applefblossoms Tipping gracefully from their shining branches, Ur the sight of our willows like children of the fog Beside the brook. The grass is ldewfwet lushg you havcn't felt it sweep up In dripping folds against your bare skin. Even through the windows there's little you can see With eyes like yours, looking inward or far away To other lands. I tell you, stringed webs must hang across the windows of your soul . . You dream When the urge to live is on every side, When the earth stirs And raises its parched lips to filled skies. . Come now-come out into the rain before it's too lateg It's only a cloudfslippered mistfyou needn't fear the cold. LYDIA ROSOFF. I m 3 :59 Wy rr 49 e Senior Class-Fifteen

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THE SENIOR BOOKAW MMM Autumn X M-ORAL character is attached to autumnal scenes: the - X' - leaves falling like our years, the flowers falling and fading - lv like our hours, the clouds fleetinjj like our allusions, the , l light diminishing like our intelligence, the sun growing cold' flrligl er like our affections, the rivers heceming frozen like our 4' E f .lL l 1 lives. Who is there who at this season is not depressed hy melancholy? Wlicm is ahle to resist that current of thought, which from such appearances of decay so naturally leads him to the solemn imagination of that inevitahle fate which is to hring on the decay of life, of empire, and of nature itself? However constant the visitation of sickness and hereavement, the fall of the year is most thickly strewn with the fall of human life. Everywhere the spirit of some sad power seems to direct the time: it hides from us the blue heavensg it makes the green waves turhidg it walks through the fields and lays the damp, ungathered harvest lowg it cries out in the night wind and the shrill hailg it steals the summer hloom from the infant cheekg it makes old age shiver to the heartg it goes to the churchyard and chooses many a grave. ESTELLE WASSERMAN , C 9 , XJ 2 - , xnxx! y i Q' ' 2 XA xi iqvlllil' X V .Q I, XX : H Y GW ' 1 X XX j xx . . - --.. . x-v1 1 f X f S, ,Q rs X ' e , X news Li. WENT! ' Senior Class-Fourteen

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Senior Class-Sixteen