Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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14 THE BLUE AND WHITE JUST TWO By SADIE CAMPBELL, '27. 'Twas midnight in the garden. The two were all alone; Not a word was said by either. He breathed in a deep loud tone. She was a bright eyed blonde While he a handsome brunette; His arms were encircled round her waist. But not a sound was heard as yet. She nestled closer to his side Placing her head upon his shoulder; He didn’t mind the thing a bit, For he was a great deal older.

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THE BLUE AND WHITE 13 before him. Then the boy, with trembling hand, held the torn photograph up 1 o the man and with a voice that choked with tears cried, “Look, look! You must be my father. The boy did not hear the reply, because the tired little body, who had for many years been without the touch of kindly hands felt itself crushed against a big coat and a voice choked with i motion cried, “My son! Nell’s boy! God only knows how I’ve suffered for my mistake.” finally after the man had satisfied himself with the boy’s identity, he said softly, “Come, son you must come home. The little boy pointed to the still body of his pal but couldn’t say anything. The man seemed to understand, for he said gently, “Yes son, the little dog shall go too.” Thus in the great monster that had blotted out the little dog’s life, the bey, wrapptd in a w-aim wooly blanket with the silent little friend in his arms, was taken aw'ay to a newf home. Looking up at the sky in order to blink back the tears that choked him, he seemed to see in the tiny star looking down upon him in benediction and happiness, the face of the common little cur—“Spotty.

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15 THE BLUE AND WHITE They sat there in the silence. Underneath the moon; It was her very first attempt In learning how to spoon. Suddenly they heard a noise, Then each one cleared their throat; The n he whispered in her ear, “I wish this bench could float.” She jumped directly to the ground. In astonishment was he; For what had caught the darling’s eye He surely failed to see. Now readers you will all agree Just why she ran away. For this is just what I did see, ’Twas the breaking dawn of day. Beholding far from where I stood, Although there was a fog; That he was but a farmer’s son. And she—the son’s pet dog. JOYOUS WINTERTIME By MILDRED HAIN. ’28. 1 like the winter best of seasons. Oh. when I think of all the reasons; T guess all could never be written dowm. Even by writers of great renown. Of course the snow’s most important of all. Children enjoy rolling a big snowball. Not only small folks, but bigger ones too: I’ve always enjoyed it, how about you? And then comes the skating out on the pond, A frolic of which we are all very fond; And chattering voices are heard with great glee. Which means to others, quite happy are we. Small tots and large ones engage in all sports. It’s great fun to them to build massive snow forts.