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

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Senior Class-Sixteen

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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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ROM the beginning there was the sky. One held tight to a Big Person's hand and stared through lowered rainbow tinted lashes. P The sky was very strange. One wanted to giggle but grew, quite suddenly, solemn. On sunny afternoons one saw a round golden flower and a great many white butterflies playing around it. Rainy afternoons were different-not so niee. Those were days when Mrs. God cleaned house fin a gray wrapperj and dusted all the fluffy butterflies and the golden flowers. Sometimes one saw a few belated butterfly clouds rushing home and wished, wistfully, that they would stay. Besides the sky there were other happy things-flowers and birds and trees. People were unimportantg one disposed of them with drawings like these. They were always the samefso one came to love the ehanging sky. Starry nightfskies were like Mother going to a ball-all perfumed and silvery and gleaming. One knew a poem to the stars: O, star, cradled on the sky's wide breast, Shine on the tired earth at rest. . So elose they were one heard them singing silver lullabies'-and slept. One grew older, became Richard a boy. He knew, then, the thrill of flashf ing whitefbodied into sunfwarmed water, of crawling out and lying tinglyf nerved under broad hot rays! It was good to talk endlessly of life under the clean, sunfswept skyg to fall silent and watch, through whirling leaves and branches, a bee drawing life from a flower, crickets fiddling in the grass, a 3 reen worm swaying on a silver grassfblade, a bird in swinging flight in a Senior Class-Seiwntcen