Newtown High School - Newtowner Yearbook (Elmhurst, NY)

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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

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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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ON BEING ALONE IF YoU'vE never been alone, you don't know how trivial conversation and com- panionship can seem. By alone I don,t mean the absence of companions, necessarily, I mean the calm, serene feeling one gets when shut off from the useless patter of his fellow man. One should be alone for at least two days a month. It clears the brain of others' opinions and allows the poor rushed gray matter to relax and quietly form some opinions of its own. It also allows other people some freedom from the opinions of just one person or clique. On the whole, it's fun because one gets to know himself. There are some kinds of people who should be alone: the uncommunicative type who is confused by people or just hasn't anything to say and is there- fore of no use conversationally to anyone. Then there is that seldsh type who wants to keep his ideas to himself. The next is the minor criminal, the punster and his more blood-thirsty brother, the practical joker, who is im- practical in modern society. There are many ways to be alone. The best is never to cultivate any friends from your unhappy advent on earth to your more fortunate depar- ture. If you have friends, though, there are ways to remedy your youthful mistake. The most inconvenient is to leave town because one usually has business to conduct. The remaining solution is to get your friends away. If you read the ads, this is easy to do. All that is necessary is a hint that she has tattle-tale gray hair or her bedroom floor lacks glamour. If We know human nature, she should never speak to you again. The next is even easier, develop an annoying habit such as wagging your leg in tempo with the conversation. If the conversation is exciting, Wag your leg like a sema- phor. You could say I told you so or It's just as I predicted. We are experts on being alone through the annoyance method, so, if you have any problems when following these directions, write to us. If you suc- cessfully carry out these simple instructions you will either be alone or be shot. DoLoaEs Lawson 80