Nightingale Bamford School - Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Italy The fightmg had been xery heawy that day and the men were tnred and dejected The boy had sald that at home whenex er anyone was troubled he would walk across the brldge on the edge of town and throw a penny 1nto the water for good luck Iswervone nn the town had bellew ed rn thxs superstntnon The soldler had new er seen the boy agam but he always remembered hrs words Now almost sheeplshly he drew a penny from h1s pocket fingered lt slowly and threw nt 1nto the rrver He watched lf h1t the water and saw the r1pples form They swelled IU a seemlngly endless waxe of concentrxc clrcles and then faded slowly mto nothmgness Maybe he thought lnfe was lxke that Somethmg happened to you and 1t seemed as rf lt would break the entxre pattern of your llfe Then slowly If would fade nn lmportance and blend mto the never endmg stream of llfe The soldler stood for a long whnle leanmg agamst the rall starxng at the flownng water Then he stralghtened up and threw away the engarette whnch had gone out IH hrs hand He picked up the erutches that had rested at his sxde adyusted them and walked slowly back across the bridge Nancy Wann Class Nme The wmd rolled ln Soft and sweet And the tune that I heard was sad As sad as the plum that hangs cold and lone 1n the arbor nearby For If plucked on the strmgs of my heart Breezes of the East breezes of the mght Cold on my cheek clean through my harr What IS lt so tender that can make my lonel1ness seem llke bl1ss7 I once saw a lad srttmg by the sea The rollmg sea and the rocks And the smnle on h1s llps made It plam to me That he was as happy a lad as may be For he plucked at the strlngs of 1 lute A l1ttle gxrl walked quxetly by Her halr all sh1mmer1ng m1xed wnth the mght And as she went she sang an old old song That was so sweet as to wake the bxrds IH thelr nests So have I heard 1t sand agam and agam Spoken by poets spoken by kmgs spoken by the brooks that go gurglnng by Even now ln the ex enxng of llfe have I heard lf And I cannot deny 1t for I haxe heard 1t spoken by God There IS no lnfe nor love anywhere Where there IS not also a song A melody sweet tender and fanr Sung by a vendor sung by a bnrd Sung even by an angel of God Llke a golden band shnmng clear It wanders through thrs m1asm1c world To end 1n a garden of eternal day Joan Hebert Senlor Class Y I ' Y V Y l 4' 3 . I . V ' 7 ! 3 , . 9 S 7 7 ' 7 7 . . V . . ' H . , , . , . s a 1 ' . . , 3 I . 3 . V y v' ' 1 1 . l x ' v i . . .. V. I 1 . S 3 ' ' 1 7 , ! . . x , 7 3 .. i . l . . 3 Y , , y . 1 1 . . . . . V 9 , . 1 3 3 3 x i . . . , , 1 . V . . . 5 , t' 4 . . . il 9 X. 1 X . 5 9 3 1 ! 1 Page fifty ezen

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