Petersham High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Petersham, MA)

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I K . . 'ma smash .axfxm Our faces are glum as we filo in, And take our seats with :ever a qrin. We'd like to take it on the lam, But wo've got to take this darned tram. Advsrbs, adjectives, pronouns, and verbs, And a hundred other wschliar words r Buzz and whirl around our .ou6s, And our lives scum filled with horrors and drsads. We gaze at the shoot with s puzzled frowng And our whirling heads whirl faster around, Hopefully, desperately, striving to think, But the last of our hopes socm ready to sink. We put down our pencils, and claw at our hair, And rub our hands, till our Knuckles sro bars. Us loostn our tics, and roll up our slctvcs. If someone, somewhere would answer our pleas! The strain, tho suspcnso, will drive us berserk, say! the guy 'cross tho aisle, why not oory his work? But Kiss Semyle's watching with crafty oyo, Just waiting to stop some oho trying to soy. The swost Grits down oach favored brow, But wo'vo got to got this done somehow! Straining, striving, cursing, crying, What should we write, nlayingn or nlyingn? Our minds whirl so fsstg the clock moves so slowg Only one more question, our hopes start to grow! But the Question itsslf wats us nsarly grow faint: nhrito a two-page thomh on The History of Taintnt A paragrarh written, we urs roaiy to scream, Oh why in tho world, can't this fust bs-a dream? will we ever bo abls to finish this thome? Thore's more to the Hhistory of paintn than would seem! But at last it is ovcrg the theme is Cone, - Wo're bathed in sweat, but victory is won. We sag and staggor out tho door The Exam is gone fortvormorol Kenneth Richards 'LL ' QQQfQi1w i?bfl5ff1gFitgQg?wg,fj1'3pl'i ,li Y rf n-u H mumnmmmmmuV ' ' 3537

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E I, .. ,y, ' , I' HE MARVELS OF :JPIQING1 Ufith apologies to YJoz'c3sWorthl In spring when all is turning green- The tino of April show'rs, There's nothing nicor to to soon Than budding spring-time flow'rs I wandered 'bout tho woods one day To soo those lovely sights: Tho sun stroamo6 through the traos in To Mako things seam so bright. A brook was winding through this wood With moss uhon its shore, And in tho midst of this thcro stood Violets galore. Those violets were of doop, Coon blue 5 1 ,w- -'I How beautiful they ssemoo. And on their petals thick was new Which in tho sun-light gloamod. Those things seem marvelous to me. .I soc them ovory dayg And novor will tnoy fade to mo Until I pass away. I Claire Cooling nf -f' r' 1 UDL Far out in quiet dosolation, Far from wars' torrihlo dovastation I wandor about in fascination At the sllont woouty of God's Cr at on Throughout tho world in ovary nation Hearts are filled with abomination, But mine is fillod with admiration For naturo's peace and rolaration I wandor on in doloctation, For-getting the horrid civilization, Sooking only an oxilanation. , For solitudo's uttor serene sensation Kenneth Richards ' him If I K