Lincoln Junior High School - Lincoln Life Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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THE WAY TO HAPPINESS The gentle swaying of the branches, the low musical rustle of the wind among the leaves enticed me. Who could resist them? Not I, so I strolled onward toward the elms that beckoned. As I entered the grove, a sense of peace and quiet came over me. I sat down and leaned back against the trunk of a tree. Be- fore me was a small pond glimmering in the sunlight. A bird, brightly colored, flew into the branches above, then broke into a song rivaling his plumage in beauty. The music gently lulled me. The bird stopped his song and flew away. I was alone. A mist gathered over the lake and then from this hazy world appeared a tiny fairy, with large gauzy wings. In her right hand she carried a wand which glistened as the sunbeams played upon it and hid among the folds of her flowing gown. She waved her tiny wand, and a picture beautiful and impreSsive became visible. A small Village lay hidden in a large forest, which stretched away like an endless sea on all sides. In the midst of the village a group of merry children played. I gazed until the scene faded from view. Then another picture arose from the mist. This was a scene from a far off land. In the foreground was a miniature hut, a field, and a peasant tilling it. In front of the but three small children played. This in turn faded away and then I found myself in a tropic country. I stood on the shore of the lake on which many boats glided. As I stood watching this scene, I caught the strains of a song, low, a bit weird and'uncanny but soothing. These people, too, were happy. This scene vanished as had the others, and nothing remained but the fairy who then spoke. lIThe people whom you have seen are happy. Why? It is because they do, day by day, what is expected of them and without complaint. If you would know happiness, follow their example. She stood there for a few moments while I pondered over her words. Then she, too, vanished. I arose already happier for having resolved to do as the fairy had bidden me. -GORDON MIELER, 9A-3. 46

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THE BELLS tApologies to Poey Hear the awful tardy bells Tragic bells! Of what anguish and despair their turbulency tells! In the silence of the halls! Hear their taunting, maddening calls! Too much horrified to speak, To your room you quickly sneak Like a thief! In the clamorous appealing to the mercy of the HProf. In the mad expostulations with the deaf and stony Prof. Breathing quicker, quicker, quicker, Then behind you hear a snicker, Itis a girl, you,d like to lick ier, But you dasnlt take your .eyes from off the floor. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their tenor tells Of despair! How they magnetize your hair, So it sticks up in the air; How they pull at all your nerves Till you walk in dizzy curves; How your anger swells, swells, swells, At those bells bells, bells At the wrangling and the jangling of the bells Hear the glorious luncheon bells! Joyous bells! What happy thoughts they bring to us--and smells In the sadness of our plight How they ring out their delight! How at last they end our light! And we yell, V Itis the bell! Oh! The auditorium bells! Charming bells! How their soothing music swells! How they ring, ring, ring! As we sing, sing, sing! How sweetly on our ears Dismissing all our fears Of well earned Flsl 'Then again the welcome bells! Lovely bells! What joyous news their clanging tells, How happiness Within us wells How we march triumphant out How we run and leap and shout! To the swinging and the ringing of the bells. JOHN BLISS 9B 1. 47