Newtown High School - Newtowner Yearbook (Elmhurst, NY)

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NEWTOWN 1 1 1 1 1 I unc 1937 Fourteen Beyond Beyond a sky line white and bleak, Beyond the snow and ice-bound crags, Beyond the mountains harsh and steep, Beyond a lone pine tree that sags With tinsel from fair Ice-land's queen, The Bird espies a patch of green. Among the sweet peas and the rose He warbles early morning's song. He knows no anger, knows no throes, Repudiates both death and wrong. The gardener makes the pathways straight The twilight keeper locks the gate. One day the gardener went awayg The keeper sadly went to sleep. A flower from the common clay Stole in when night was deep. An ugly plant with venom filled Her way amongst the Howers tilled. Slyly she crept up in the night And choked the beauteous garden life. Her job to kill, destroy and blight- To mar the beauty with the strife. The birds forgot to sing at morn. Drab, jaded, lay the land-forlorn. Beyond man's petty whims and storms, Beyond his thundering anger, wrath, Beyond the lying, cheating forms, Beyond the eyes that do not laugh, Man saw a life of love and peace, A life of joy that did not cease. His patch of green burst forth in song. Pan played his pipes through all the hours. Mirth, beauty, did his garden throng. He picked but sweet and lovely flowers. He plucked the ugly plants at birth, And kept the loveliness of earth. Agnes Young

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I une, I9 37 1 1 1 1 1 NEWTOWN Now Let Us Tray Peateel The cannon has made a last retort, The battle of nations is doneg Another war has been cruelly fought, But which is the country that won? Does ever a country come forth from a war With-something to the gain- With so much more than it had before To repay for the horrors and pain? No battle ever righted a wrong Which couldn't have been done with pen, Still, men, stirred on by the words of a song, Have murdered their fellowmen. Age after age, war has been used To make grave problems cease. Each time this remedy has been refused, Now, let us try peace! Fannctte A. Sandberg Pax vobi5cum, the padre said, Pax nobiscum, the earth replied, And God looked down from his throne- And sighed. For the earth by turmoil and war was rent, And nations fought nations, and men fought men, People had died, and peace had died, Yet the padre said, and people, and the whole earth replied- Pax. And God looked down from his throne- And cried. Eflzcl M. Iackson Thirteen

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lune, 1937 1 1 1 1 1 NEWTOWN Sonnet Against War Our men will always be too young to dieg Too young to take the sword and join the fight. They have not lived enough to let Life by To slip away into eternal night. Too short a time they've known the warmth of loveg The earthy smell of wet ground after rainy Of being to the team the man who droveg The pulsing factory's mechanized refrain. If they must battle, let them strive for peace At homeg to keep straight furrows cleanly plowed, Or give to pain a moment of surceaseg To make a land of which they may be proud. The fact is thereg no need of wasted breath. Say-men will always be too young for Death. Mildred H. Doughty Fifteen