Manchester High School - Somanhis Yearbook (Manchester, CT)

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P - ,SOMA NHIS' D zs 4 JOHNNY VERBECK e There was a little Dutchman whose name was Johnny Verbeckg e He was a dealer in sausages and sauerkraut and speckg e He made the iinestt sausages that ever you have seen: And then' one day he invented a 'wonderful sausage machlne, bang! Oh! Mr. Johnny Verbcck, how could you be so mean,- I told you yon'd be sorry for inventing that machineg For all the neighbors' cats and dogs nil! never more be seen, Ar they'll be ground to sausages in Johnny Ver- bock's machine, bang! One day a boy came walking: he walked into the store. ' I-Ie bought a pound of sausages and piled them on the door. The clerk began to whistleg he whistled up a tune ' And all the little sausages went dancing round the room, bang! Oh! Mr. Johnny Verbeck, haw could you be so mean, etc. K One day the darn thing busted: the blamed thing wouldn't go- So Johnny Verbeck, climbed inside to see what made it so. His wife had anightmare and started walk- ing in her sleep- She gave the crank a heck of a. yank and Johnny Verbeck was meat, bang! Oh! Mr. Johnny Verbeck, etc. Q Gerald Chappell, '32 AN QORIGINAL THEME When I sit down to write a verse On literature or great events, I cannot seem to pick a theme, Or to construct a proper cene- . The words that I make rhyme don't seem N To make a bit of sense. Now what do poets write about? There must be thoughts enough! - Ot babbling brooks, of shady trees, Ot azure skies, of humble bees, ' Ot 1ove's- sweet song, of dimpled knees. Those themes are all used up. I'm going to be original- And pull oi! something new I'll write about a Freshman dance Where several freshies took' a. chance, Where all the boys shook oi! their trance And did a step or two. But that would be afar fetched tale That lacks the ring of truth. For when did ever freshmen boys Bewildered by the weirdest noise Collect their nerve, regain their poise And dance? A dream, Iorsooth. Margaret Smith, '31 F-reshmen we arwevermore, R-eady for the game. E-ach of us will strive to learn S-ome will win great tame. H--ard tasks stand before us now, M-any will pursue A-nd accomplish all we can, N-ever false. but true. Freda Rothe, '34 .4 4 1 v v 1 1 1 1 i 4.

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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

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CHRISTMAS BELLS soL1LoQUY or A There are sounds ln, the sky when the year CHRISTMAS. BALL grows old And the winds of the winter blowg When the night ls long and the moon is cold And the stars shine on the snow. Wild is the blast and the bitter sleet That beats on the window paneg But blest on the frosty hills are the feet Of Christmas time again! Chlming sweet when the night wind swells Blest is the sound of the Christmas bells. The owl that sits in the ivy's shade Remote from the ruined tower Shall start from his drowsy watch afraid When the clock shall strike the hour: And over the ilelds in their frosty rhyme The cheery sounds shall go And chime shall answer unto chime Across the moonlit snow. How sweet the lingering music dwells -- The music of the Christmas bells. Mary A. Dolan, '33 A SAILOR'S CHRISTMAS The water washed about the lonely shlpg The sky looked dark and bitter cold, The cook came slowly up to Captain Rich, A seaman, who was strong but old.' Dinner is served was all he said Today is Christmas was what Rich said. In his dark eyes there was a far-off look, As he watched the tossing sea, Out at the waves, tar past the old cook, A look that held a quiet, mournful plea As if he could see the lights that shine At home, the place where lights are bright at Christmas time. John Gorman, '32 A tossing sea of red and white and green, Flecked o'er by endless streams of silver sheen: And countless miles away a massive star ' Emulates the splendor of a Marsg Near two enormous frosted window panes A roguish Claus llirts with some candy canes. While here I sit and dangle on a branch, The beauty of a pine tree to enhance. 0 what lgnominous humility To exist inllnltesmally! Why was I made the Christmas ball, l'd like to know VVhy not the star so I could look on all be- low. But beggers are not choosers, and the gist Of my protests vanishes in a mist. And after all, cannot a. Christmas ball Add a particular something Qeven smallj To the general spirit of Christmas joy That brings sweet blessings to a girl or boy? A. J. '31 A MAIDEN'S CHRISTMAS WISH Is he handsome, strong and tall- A girl's dream man after all? Or is he fat and very small- Wlthout much hair--just sort of bald? I really wish that I might see What Life has in Santafs bag for me.