Odessa Montour Central High School - Odessanean Yearbook (Odessa, NY)

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A Sonnet.: Romance I like the sunset with .,its xed and. g-Gld; X like the day when'crlpiwls an gendle -sh ep,;. - Or like .this ehcf pfcrs-tee. .fcoi;d r v •’ v-‘ Blown by the wind’ walk alow, o;. and leap. When evening dtt ” bh,.;th2ii tiT%kTz£ djays.-rtsarj-Thek.»o,brrJb feCftS; mblvrt J£$i. ewex' bhaflg eg t jy-• ■ My heart it Sties' for your' return my ie -.r. The stars shine gut iry. anewar He is r vgfo-1” .'• •' And then, you oW .I £• .. f ears fsdKil-jh flrtlarkj : •• ' : A ..cricket ein ' h'iy hpxbl.3. ditty bnw the..-greeny' ' ’ . The ohurch tri¥.g'‘ t.Vi?£rip.3al..$$ melody,-O’ hark (1 What is'-'thS.t pyelby'li ht,that;can be seen? ■ - - Fireflies danoeyon $£e', lea,' ButrwhQ.tr.care God and the- world' i'6' at ‘peace with you and me. Lo4§ Carpenter . ,v » si cS ' Ye ;01be .Autograph-Album..' -. •••' - ; The old autograph album,.,'how dearly we.-iove it- And e 1 er-wbula.-'protect it’’frQmlpr§£$.©iHg dianlt ‘ :r • The green and '-'the- iiue ahdithe t k fiages of it That are often ref erred to‘l’n’chcosing one's 3tani. If its blue, then she. .says.- that hoping that never Will your mood he i'nblined' to the hue of this page, If pink then she c.horl.e.s,k Pti e-X ukri n that evetr- • v. Have maidens in pink',. Iw'it.h’J'the boye .been .the • rageV’ - ihere are verses with Wi;t- and SiQmev.erien-Are ■clever ■' ' There are rymes by ;tl LY'wiitars that- are simply- inane,. Some wisdpm-'f-rdm 'bejacshfera, sojpe qp-qtdrg .from Shakespeare, Some, rather haughty 'that ' are minus- a tnsaas» - ’ ••• The poor girl from the country., who wrote, .oh the edges -ner sad tale of1 woe, h' s been told .and retold.-, -'■ ':. Still we cherish the thought- of these.. Weil.' meat! ng ’ '...pledges. .., c-t ' • .-'-t- ■■■• And forever remember; that' album’of- old; I:- - .Catherine Ray :.o • :

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Summer Prefered Give me the Summer; I'll not complain Of an occasional.soaking in the pattering rain .. • Give me the Summer and I'll rest content Just to sit by a fence and enjoy the scent., r • •'„ c- Breathed-forth from the sides of a rose..covered lg-ne- Made excessively beautiful by yesterdays rain,. Give me my Summer, I'll forfeit your Winter With its accompaning slushy and wind's chil ly. Tfoim per.' Give me my- Summer and I’ll forfeit all this, Just to bask in the sunqj while watching the fish .. . WhoSe 'peaceful realm will soon be disturbed As I enter with a splash this, pleasure reserve. ”... . . Give me the Summery very nice is the Spring When first herald of buds, and the birds it doth bring. But I'll take the Summer; Spring is merely the dawn Of a glorious season overflowing with song, And the air becomes charmed through day after day With the fragrant odor of the new mown hay. Gordon Strite A Sonnet: To My Breamgirl She has a freckled nose and cheery smile. An open mouth with teeth of brightest pearl, About her head the tresses lightly furl Quite like a Cleopatra of the Nile. Much brains she has, and. woman's native wile, While yet she hasT acts the part of little girl:, And in her coterie there is no churl Who dares her mighty temper to beguile, Without his will and probate in the file. No jot of defection offers its-burl, ” ■: On torso .nor profile of my dreamgirl; • ts. But wait, a miss is as good as a mile, . I err, this girl is good enough to eat, But, omlgosh, you ought to.see her feet ! Maynard Boyce

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 ILOokin1 Thru th4 -Korrorsoope at-Our Dear-Old-“ '• 111 sa-matter polywologles to 'Vill Rogers and Zeke Joolittlp.) Zeke sez thet sone fokes kin see th1 black side of ever' -thin' - but ef'n they'd look at 'em rite, sumtimes sed things mite hev briter spots on 'em sumwherz; jest th! same only difrunt from sun spots whuch is black on sumoin' brite, kin da vicy «ersy of the afor ed propozishun. Nor let'8 look into the binder To th' skule in old Odesser, An' see th1 fulish actin' thots Of a morbid ol' Perfesser. Thar he sets allokin' sour Ez tho he4d et a pickel; An' th' way his thots jes' jump aroun' Is sartin' sumpin' fickei. Fust they lites on Ax. Lunger An1 cusses out ol' fill, For cawzin' us to freez an' leavin' Dirt on th' winder sill. An' then his Seethin' fancies turn To one we call, Ma Warner; For when she gits to talkin' loud Boy.' they'd like to darn 'er. Then in thot to Sir. Willus, Ef thots wud kill they'd sok ' im; For with his sarcclastic preechin' A train ou'd hardly stop 'im. Th' thots then jump akross th' hall, An' grab at that his Palmer; For murderin' horns and music so They're likely to embalm 'er. Vishus thots now have Missus Davus Like Seezer ad hie Rome; But like cornin' from a quiltin' party. She' s 3eein' Arle Home. ''Ello(w) i Sliss Lane, the thots now greet, No matter night 0(r) .Dea; ’'Then it cuma to disiplin. You shurly got a way .' Awful thotsdwell on Mis Farrel, now Afor they klime th' stair; -over-