Newtown High School - Newtowner Yearbook (Elmhurst, NY)

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OICE OF ANNEX 13 A SOLDIER'S GOODBYE Hurry son, it's getting late, All the children at the gate, Waiting there to see you go, Hurry son, you're awfully slow. My land, boy, you've not yet packed, All the things your suitcase lacked, Tooth brush, comb and razor, too, Hurry, what's got into you? There you are, a nice big lunch, And some cookies, too, to munch, Now let's be oil' or we'll be late, Say goodbye to the boys at the gate. N ow there's the train, over there, Have you got your ticket? Where? One more kiss before you go, Hurry son, you're awfully slow. Write me often-don't forget, For if you do, you'l1 soon regret, Now be right good, and come home soon, Hurry, Hurry, Oh my son. I'1l be back, never fear, I'll be back in one short year, I'll write you nightly, just you wait, Now goodbye, or I'll be late. As the train pulled out, a tear I spied, And I suspect that mother cried, How could I forget to write, P11 write her every single night. Goodbye. NANCY Hnxmmon 28 WE ARE LITTLE FRESHMEN We are little Freshmen, As proud as proud can be, Because we hail from Newtown, As you can plainly see. On our first day at Newtown, We hunted high and low, We tried to find our classrooms, But progress sure was slow. They say we're only freshmen, And do not understand, But when it comes to Newtown, It's the finest in the land. J Ames WEBB and JOHN NELsoN f6:5w A KITTEN There was a kitten, With a bad disposition, He scratched and he scratched Till we called a physician. When the doctor arrived, 'Twas a mighty good thing Our cat was nine-lived, For the doctor prescribed, A good whack on his hide, Some adhesive patches To cover our scratches. Two bucks for the physician, Ended Kit's bad disposition. fAlso the kitten., Ronnnr MATTFELD

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As she did so, the plane lurched, and a small vial tinkled to the door- empty. Lehman turned white as he stared at the floor, then clutched his throat. Poison! You've poisoned me! You-. I-I didn't mean-. Get out of my way, he screamed as he stumbled toward the cabin door. The first aid kit, where is it P Quick, whispered Fran, get the controls, I'll close the door. Later, much later, after Dick had set the plane down at Fairville Airport 7 after Lehman was in jail and the ship carefully guarded, Fran laughed. They were having coffee in Captain Allison's office as Fran explained her- self. That was perfume in the coffee, not poison. But where did you get the perfume?,' Captain Allison demanded. Oh, said Fran, didn't you know? It was ladies' night tonight at the theatre. BETTY Monm N xi Eggs, -DKX 1xN'- i pxhjxx-'i,?gg 27

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VOICE A WINTER SUNSET The sky is clear, the day is still, The only sound is the cold wind's shrill. Above the horizon, the red ball Hovers, amidst skyscrapers tall. Slowly it sinks, its heat and light Are fast driven, and in steps night. The sun's last rays light the dim blue Then like lost hope they suddenly die. The sky is dark, the night is still. The only sound is the cold Wind's shrill. sky, MAURICE TOFANI FREEDOM How can I sing of flowers and trees, Of babbling brooks, and shady nooks, When men are dying in agony So life may be good and life may be free? How can man sing in captivity? Or be happy, living in slavery? Then each to his task till the battle's won And a new and better life has begun Only then will my heart sing again. NINA FALEK CF ANNEX 13 ELLERY QUEEN, DETECTIVE Ellery Queen, deducer of fame, Whose logic puts Sherlock to shame. Yes! He's the ace, In every case! His mind is like a new-born flame. Pince-nez dangling, faultlessly dressed, He attacks his work with a certain zest. At analyzing, Tantalizing Clues, he is always at his best. As a detective, Ellery's aces high, That fact at least, you can't deny. When trouble brews, He'll never lose Any time, like a spider trapping a fly. His library contains many a book, But only intrigue gets a second look. From Lupin to Hailey, From Christie to Bailey, Ev'ry criminal from killer to crook. He inherited his traits from the elder Queen, Cunning and caution, a brain crystal keen, A sense of duty, That no golden booty Could swerve, or besmirch a conscience now clean. BENNETT SILVEESTEIN NATURE Oh spring, it is a wond'rous thing, In the pond that's deep and dim For in the trees, birds start to sing, All the different fishes swim, And when the wind goes humming by, And the clouds up in the sky, The trees all give a mighty sigh. Go hurriedly a-passing by. MELVIN LAKE 29