Manchester High School - Somanhis Yearbook (Manchester, CT)

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SOMANI-IIS 23 THE NEIGHBORHOOD PEST He looks at you with curious eyes Through small, white gold-rimmed .glasses He wears a zipper suit of blue As down the street he passes. The neighbor turns in grim dismay When he knocks at the door, For well she knows that he will be A stupid little bore. Should she be klnd and let hlm in This child of five odd years? Or should she let him knock in vain Till he bursts into tears? She then relents, and he comes ing He rushes to a drawer. What strange attraction forces him To dump things on the floor? Soon he tires of this play- To grandma's room he goesg He pulls the covers ot! her bed, And strews around her clothes. At last his hostess manages To lure him to a chair. He starts his questionsg she replies Though sunk in deep despair. lnnocently he inquires, Why is your nose so big? Why do you have such funny clothes? And, Do you wear a wig? My mother says you're much too fat-- She turns a rusy hue- She hustles to the door with him - That's quite enough from you! And as I sit here writing this His mother's eye is coldg It pierces me as she declares, He's worth his weight in gold! Ruth Hale, '32 DAISIES The daisies are small: the daisies are sweet- But thousands are trampled by careless feet. And yet that humble little flower Gives many a child a happy hour. Sarah Potts, '34 THE LOVERS I saw them there in the moonlight, Clothed in white and redg I saw them there in the starlight As I started one night for bed. They appeared to be waiting for some one, I surely knew not whom, It was fun though, to sit there and watch them . As they swayed side by side in the gloom. By my gaze they were not offended, As I watched them that night in July, I think that they really pretended, To heed not the passers-by. I might have called her a ilapper, As I gazed at her by his side, But to him she was pal and comrade, They were youth personined. A tune from a near by radio QI surely can llnd no faulty Was carried by the breeze to the lovers, And the two began to waltz. Back and forth and round and round, They danced to the beautiful tune, So absorbed were they in each other, That they hardly noticed the moon. This is to say in a casual way, That he slipped both arms about her, With a kiss or two, Cwhich is nothing to youl And ready to kiss he found her. She pushed her lover from her, As morning dawned o'er the hilly The breeze died down KI saw with a frownl They parted and remained there-still. I heard a noise in the kitchen below me, 'Twas Norah, our dearly loved mam, She hurried out side to the back yard. Where last night the lovers had played. By now, dear friends, you have guessed it. As his arms about her entwined- The lovers, as daylight revealed lt. Were two of Dad's shirts on the line. Betty Quimby, '33

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22 SOMANHIS Since I have ded from beauty, down the night HIDDEN But you return, and I must ever bow My 1198-G bBf01'9 YOUI' SCSYHSY of light- Sight does not fall me for the road that's I who may run star-shod, with windy hair Still Rnd you're too great a. thing for me to bear. Clara Strickland. '31 While dusk was lowering her robes of gray Which fell silently, shadowing the earth, I-Iastenlng the departure of the day, Chasing away its laughter and its mirth. I sat and watched a lonely, smoldering flame Play with its shadow on the stone, And thought of you, your lovely face the same As I had seen it last. I sat alone. I wished and dreamed that you would come again As you used to come in days of yore, I listened for your footstep, but in vain, For alas! I'll see you, dear, no more! The dusk grows thick, and the night becomes dark. The last dame tlickers and is but a spark. Irene Skinner, '31 HALLOWEEN A score of ghostly lingers on the wall, And shadows Hitting through the candle-light, Imaginary witches in the hall- At every hand a pucklsh ellln wlght. Outside a. hundred bats glide through the night. A pallid moon behind the murky clouds, One lonely star that quavers at its height, Trees looming up in wierdly silent shrouds, and night-birds rushing by in trembling crowds. Marian Janes, '31 WHY IS NIGHT 'Whatir de stars fo, Mummy, An' whyiv dere eyes s'bright? I Dey's to see wif, honey: ,To see black folks at night. An' what's de moon fo, Mammy, An' why's his mout so wide? His mouf's for chawin' white folks Dats awful black eensidef' Winston Hudson, '34 done. For memory counts the toll of lost and won On the little way since time began for me. My eyes are blinded by the mist that hangs Over tomorrow's path and all its pangs That weave the darkness in the web ot joy. Once I walked swiftly for a little space Once like one lamed I held my halting pace. But of what was, can I say will be. too? Alas, time's shadows do not yield their reign Their clinging cobwebs log my seeking brain And bind my foresight when it would be tree. And not one inch the will be of the years, Yields to the straining gaze that onward peers IIIIO U18 bl8.Ckl1BSS of the coming WBY. So must I bend my head and travel on, Groping by signs that have been and are gone, Walking in darkness tlll the road is done. M. Quinn, '81 . COMMON PLACE I dwelt alone on a mountain In the rare, sweet, lifting alr Knowing naught else but beauty, Needing no friendships there. I walked alone in the valley Shiverlng, sad and afraid. The selfish years of my high abode Brought to me there no aid. ' Now on the level stretches Where the common rabble throng Giving and taking friendships I learn lite's sweetest song. Susan Allen '31

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24 SOMANHIS - MAIN STREET Two walk tonight on Main street, ' Two saunter up and down, And see the souls on Main Street, - From all this livlng town. Men hurry by on Main Street, Menwalk with paces slow, But two look deep in human hearts, However men may go. This man walks with gladness, This man walks with pain, And here is one whose llte ls done, Who'll never walk again. And here is youth that strolls with age, Their poverty slips by, And riches stride with foolish pride, And wisdom wonders why. Some bw a ring on Main Street, Some buy a nower- brave, A baby's cap, a wedding dress, A llly for a grave. Oh, all the world's on Main Street, They're strolling up and down, While life and death linked arm in arm, Are looking atthe town. Margaret Quinn, '31 WHY ? In the early dawn the sun shone bright. The Farmer came out to emloy the sight Ot his growing crops-his ilelds of grain That would dll hls cellars and bins again. At noon the sky was overcast The early dawn was too bright to last. The winds arose, the lightning flashed, The peace and quiet was quickly past. The rain fell fast, and with it hall It made the Fa.rmer's face turn pale, The wind blew through the corn and grain- In partnership with the driving rain: The hall cut into the crops like shears 'Twas the worst storm he had seen for years. That night the Farmer in his prayer thought To answer the question, What hath God wrought? What are these forces which he employs That work to build up, and yet destroy? Arthur Gallnat, '34 THE THROES OF COMPOSITION I used to think that one could write On any inclination. But now I ilnd that it requires A special inspiration. You might slt down and think tor hours On some distinct creation. 1 - Or a new literary style Of your origination. But even though the pen and lnk Awalt ln expectation Your words and phrases seem to be In a state of complication. You thumb the dictionary till Your hand's in agitation. You won't give up, it almost has Become an obligation- You've got to write a story that Will be the consummation Of all your hopes and strivlngs in This one great aspiration. And what, pray tell, is the outcome ot This frenzied application? Why, you're back where you started-with A headache as compensation. Austin Johnson, '31 A TOASTA To the bluest of eyes, To the spirit therein, To the rose-budded lips, To the tilted up chin, To the rippling hair, To the song of her voice, To the thrill when she's near, When you are her choice. Albert J. Tuma, P. GQ qzsm