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

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ff XEQDLEQTQ MY LAKE Folks say it's small, It's bottom's mud, But they, poor souls, Can never see Its clear, cool depths That smile at me. I pity those Who cannot thrill At strong, dark pines That never tell The secrets of Its frozen breadth. Not even stars Can understand My lonesome heart Or quiet sigh When We're alone, My lake and I. L1351 MARGARET HUYCK

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:msgs Q SILHOUETTE WHITE mantle dropped silently from the sky. Under the sunlight a A crystal beauty that is breath-taking, Limbs of the trees bending with their load of whiteness. Snow lace upon the trees and bushes and spread upon the ground, Flakes like fairy kisses. The earth once hard and dreary has donned this garb of white, Gleaming drifts of white! Magic! A sunset of bright hues-a hill-two tall pines gently sprinkled with the snowdust -below a blanket of snow. An altar-purity, beauty. Below the hill a mirror-white, blue, silver, studded with jet. Reflections of turquoise, sapphire, jade, Ermine cloaks on all. A fairyland of cotton and silver. Holly-tiny red berries, Colored lights blinking merrily from windows. Eyergreens decked in tinsel. lcicles. Mistletoe to catch the unsuspecting. A spirit one can't help but sense-packages in bright papers and ribbons- Christmas Eve-carols-candlelight. New Year's-a finishing and a beginning. Crisp, crackly days. Sparkling days and velvet nights. Flashing crystal by day and a star-studded sky at night. An etching in black and white- Winter I JANE RAYBURN. H371