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

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4 E, al D L E el was Fl N 43 WHARF NOCTURNE Night is upon me like a black-gloved hand her lingers pointing ever cityward I hear persistent noises from the town but I do not listen because to me there is only one great deep hush boats come and go tugs liners and ever an occasional dory. The sea the smell of her ' the many feelings in her are strong upon me like a fresh spring wind the bitter waves roughly caress the wharves' great bodies suddenly I am afraid of something that is waiting for me how quiet it is some wakeful gull swoops wearily before me and now I live again scintillating lights a voice tar smell and boats boats boats boats with queer names that are an embodiment of all some buccaneering sailor wished for, The Mystic a dirty old black tug perhaps was meant to skim across the seven seas the moon is just careening down the sky into that smooth gold sea of dawn a sailor goes by singing my bonnie lies over the ocean and this is no more real. .I LESLIE FRIEND. 'A H421

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f' if' at as 5 OUR THEME SONGS Happy Feet -Libby Hurd My Future Just Passed -Flunkers St. James Infirmary -Mt. lda School Sweet Rosie O'Grady --Dot App A On a Little Balcony ln Spain -Lea Wilkins Good News -IDLER and IDALITE 4Tell Me, ls There Anything Wrong In That? -Ruth Ferris 'l Got A Feeling l'm Falling -Janet Beecher on Pieface 'l'm Dancing With Tears ln My Eyes -Jean Reiner at the Xmas Dance 'Me And My Shadow -Marion Bacon 'Lovable and Sweet -Teeny Fetzer 'Just A Little Longer -Carlotta Palmer 51411

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Y E if! D L E Q N SONGS TO BE INSERTED IN IDYLLS OF THE KING I Song to be sung by Elaine as Lancelot rides away without a word of farewell. Beautiful is the day, though sad to me, For Lancelot goes and never a word says he The pain l cannot endure: let me die. Lancelot, turn thy face towards me, so, And bid me farewell before you go.- My love for you is too greatg let me die. ' He now is only a speck far wayg- lt is useless to live for another day: The burden is too great to bear: let ancelot, why could yo e me away? t me Lancelot, L Or love me and tak es now are goneg le M V hop l I me die. ot stay, 1111 E die. D 1431 ORIS LOCK