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

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THE PASSING OF DAY Fleecy clouds in the sky appeared, Pervading her azure blue; While the sun was sinking westward In a bank of orange hue. Get the purple hills she sank, Fairyelike glided away, Leaving beauty glorifying The closing of the day. Thenthe sky grew darker, And twinkling stars so bright, Sparkled from the heavens afar Heralding the night. Soon the dear mother of all, The placid moon arose, And smiled upon a sleeping world Resting in dreamless repose. Guarding her brood with watchful eye, She sails among them here and there; Sending silver rays upon e A peaceful shadowed earth so fair RUTH LENSKE, 9B- 1. HOPE Did you ever stop to reason When the day seemed dull and blue, That away in some far corner Therels some happiness for you? No matter where you ve trod the ground No matter where the path has wound, You ll always fmd a bit of love to help you on your way. Did you ever think a moment When youlve buried every hope, That if everyone did likewiseh Just to worry and to mope, The world would never learn. or know, Our minds would never grasp and grow; For all must hope and look ahead for happy times to come. REBECCA BACAL, 913-2. 48

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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

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A RAINDROP FANTASY The rising sun sent a beautiful glow to the mountains. The clouds, clad in their most ex- quisite gowns of rainbow hues, bustled about their queen eagerly in effort to please her slightw est whim. The birds caroled their sweetest melodies in anticipation of the new day. One tiny pink cloud hid behind the rest shyly as she followed the golden chariot across the azure heavens. This was her lirst day in the new worfd. The clouds bade a good-morning to tall pines that stood like sentinels guarding their treasure, a tiny lake of sapphire that dimpled and sparkled as it reflected the sky in its shining crest. Here the little cloud learned her first lese son of duty for although she would have liked to admire her reflection in Natureis mirror, her ruler bade her attend the coronation of the mountains. She found that joy could be cou- pled with duty, for as she crowned the white brow of the stern mountain, she felt that she enhanced the beauty of a splendid picture. The little cloud soon tired of this happy but calm existence and began to wish for some excitement. Soon she felt her old friend, the wind, sailing by. So donning her soft gown of pussywillow gray, she skimmed rapidly through the sky, the wind of course making pursuit. They scurried over hills and dales. striking terror into the hearts of the boldest. The trees bowed as they rushed by, and the lakes trembled at their approach. The race was an unequal one, the wind being by far the swifter. Upon catching her he commenced the punish- ment. With one whiff she was changed into raindrops. Down, down, down to the earth she fell. Presently she found herself in a little brook that clattered noisily over the stones that lay in its path. What a pleasant life the new one was! The water-drops swirled between tall cliffs that looked down unyield- ingly at the marauders that sought to shake their foundations. The drops watered the fertile farming lands and gossiped with the iiowers that grew on the banks. At night they mirrored the stars mockingly until the wind lulled them to sleep. The brook was gradually widening into a river. One day they entered the ocean. How busy it seemed to the little drops! Myriads of their cousins were there each intent on his own task. Now they played hide-and- seek with the gulls, now they splashed against the sides of mighty ships where they listened to the stories of strange lands that they were told, they too, some day might see. Then one day the sun sent a ray with the message that our little drop was needed. Up, up she climbed the golden ladder to begin her life anew. -SOPHIE RAEN, 9B- 1. 49