New York University School of Education - Education Violet Yearbook (New York, NY)

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I Help Read a Paper in +l1e Subway Sat a woman with a paper And a sanguinary grin. And I wondered what had made her Double up her double chin. There was a vacant seat beside her, And I got it, quite by chance. My head moved across her shoulder, And I merely took one glance. Read about the infant murder Headlines sprawled across the page, Six men killed by a falling girder, The result of the spite of a man in a rage. Suicide of a big stock broker, Big ship lost with all aboard. Captain dies, denounced by a stoker, England mourns the death of a lord. Pistol used on a court attendant: House of a judge blown up in revenge: Opposing council killed by defendant: Baby choked by means of a sponge. Policeman lives a little longer, Shucks, a woman said, How can a man get any stronger With three bullet wounds in his head? And as my eye roved over the page I saw an item which read, The present is a most civilized age, In view of the facts, well said. Day Dream A tur uoise lagoon of sky, Withqbanks of peachbloom Warm and tender as caresses Hung low, While high o'erhead Through sun-warmed, tree-cooled paths I saw A solitary bird t V Winging West through the Drowsy blue Of the heavens. 153

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The Sea ahdl I have gone down To the sea, For it is there That I belong. ' With the sun, With the waves, Buffeting the fog The winds and rain. And when the winter comes And snow is everywhere, I can find A peaceful cottage By the sea! Watch the ocean Creep up closeg Watch the moon, Who pulls it backg Watch the little Fishing vessels Come and go. I will live ' And I will play On the white sands Of the beach. Where wreckage Piles up high On stormy days. And if the waves should call I would gladly go, Submerge myself, And drink The salt sea's spume. Dkmudon Dusk had descended and the impetuous wind Whipped me as I followed the path Where the underbrush cut into my tender flesh Eagerly I pushed onward 'til my veins swelled And my blood spurred like hot, bubbling lava. As I neared the rendezvous, I feigned indifference Turned laggard and made a casual approach. Urge to surprise lightened my foot steps And I entered the Garden of my Utopia Where another entwined herself about the Idol I had come to worship. A 152

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Pensive Sighf Sit still a moment, woman or man, to see, Observe the movement of Pan, in whirling ecstasy Mayhap Nature's right against our artificiality. Color bright of green, cover of all Earth's gift Sombte black a-swishing over all to place a pall O'er our mad dance-that dance of Death that which no greater spectre leers. Twirling in mad agonies, around Kaleidoscopic swound You men, you wo-men do a prance in gayety The one the other mirrorlike-you stare and back again The stare-self visioned sordidness That Dance-that trance of frenzied joy With Bared fang or tooth canined you yell A Laughter cadenced deep from Hell My heart responds O, yes in fair-for your sad plight, unrequite there In all gay sparkle you do seek a moment's peace from mundane care Blue happy day-it can be yours--a thought, a shrug For a silken vice-renounce, renounce, while you yet may O Man and Woman all astir Renounce, once more all harlo' joy Of vain and ftippery living well-wisdom's not yours 'Tis mine to tell Mine by the side head sunk on chest a visioning well. Doff red, don white-a new garbed chasreness know Stay white in soul, nor not in show. h Mom ZALOWITZ. Romance ROOKLYN BRIDGE is rather too bold a background for a girl, especially if the girl is small. Perhaps she wasn't aware of her surroundings, though. She belonged before a glowing fire-place that would illuminate her eyes and make her mouth smile. Nevertheless, she was standing near the railing of the bridge, dejected, forlorn, and utterly unhappy. I am by far too romantic to pass by such a picture without wishing to find the creator of it. Hence, I walked over to the girl and said: Can I help you, Miss? She turned ever so slightly and lifted her dark eyes which, I now saw, were brimming with tears, No, thank you. Not only am I romantic, but the girl was very charming so I tarried awhile and said, Are you sure? Yes, quite sure. He'll never find her I'm certain. And she started to cry softly. Who can't find whom ? I inquired puzzled. She looked startled. Why don't you know? I lost my little dog while walking across the bridge. My husband has been gone fifteen minutes searching for her. Oh! she ended joyously, here they come now. He's found her, he's found h-. I didn't wait for the end, romantic fool that I am. 154