Mount Ida School - Ye Idler Yearbook (Newton, MA)

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h BS BS BS BS BS BS BS BS BS BS BS BS h has BS 1E EIDLIEQ ? S WEATHER BUREAU-EVERY DAY IN M I S the the the the the the the the the the the the the the Bright-Seniors Eair-Eaculty Vlfindy-Junior College Juniors Unsettled-Underclassmen Cloudy-Grades Come Out Stormy-Visit to Mr. lVlacGill's Office Clear-June fourth Cold-Pancakes OUR IDEAL SENIOR IS ONE WHO complexion of Eleanor Locke mouth of Nancy Jane Cassaday nose of Libby Hurd eyes of Eleanor Showalter dimples of Marion Ehlers smile of Louise MacNaughton Hgure of Shirley Mahl athletic ability of l'Ora Lee Tremaine sophistication of Bea Roe personality of Dottie App dignity of Clara Kent wit of Les Friend -- ability of Betty Lewis to play the piano tea-dancing dates of Coo Wilkins L1331

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N PANORAMA NEW YORK! Dazzling lights like rhinestones, smokestacks with long inky forefingers trace their names across the sky. Bridges spanning the water like bracelets on milady's wrist. Buildings with tall spires, needles stuck in a pinicushion. Noise rising to shrill shrieks and lowering to a con- stant hum-the song of Manhattan. People walking restlessly as caged animals. Taxis like bees swarming to an unknown destination. A cobweb of streets .... walled in with no chance for freedom. Deep gorges-with traffic pouring through them. Canyons-holding the sharp melody of heavy traffic. Harsh notes from the motor horns as they raise their voices above the roar. New Yorkl, . . where premiers are made or closed. M311 owning all at night and in the morning taking alms from society. Night clubs .... a blare of brassy noise .... a laugh .... liquor ,... women in bright colored formals, men tottering ..... Dissipation ..,. Subways . . . sardines. Perhaps this is life, Night .... a wonderful panoramic view from above. Heights and depths. Water like shiny black snakes curling around. Buildings built like giant staircases etched against the sky and, from the top of the tower a glance over the edge into eternity .... on all the lights .... a thousand times more numerous than the stars-on the vast black cobweb of streets. .... Fragile lights on the Jersey shore tremble like drops of wind-stirred dew. Ferries crossing through the dark weave a golden thread into the night. The lights robbing the sky of the stars that should be hers. City of heart-break, broken promises. A city teaching the burden of soli- tude-the tragedy of a toothless smile. Dumpheap of the world. Perhaps -though this is life .... I JANE RAYBURN. 51323

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NQE il DLEQS X THE CYNIC To love- With all your heart With all your soul With all your mind Must be a wondrous thing Ah, me! To love- Without a doubt Without a flaw Without a smile Would be a tragic thing- Folly! To give- Without a thought Without remorse Without regret Could be a silly thing- Costly! H341 Lois MATTHEWS