Public School 173 - Hudson Yearbook (New York, NY)

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sa.-Lusa--sa - PLIBLIC SCHOOL 173, MANHATTAN-IUNE, 1930 The Toy shop l It was Christmas in k the Toy Shop, And all the dolls were dressed up, Red Riding llood in her red hat and coat, And Captain Kidd with his . great big boat. Z The Dutch lJoll's apron was spic and span They all looked nice but Peter Pan, Ile was dressed in his old rag- ged suit, While Orpheus played his miniature lute. 3 A great big bear was seated there Looking at all with a very wild stare, The engines were running around and around Filling the air with Page E ight a- 'joyous sound. Doms FREEMAN, SB3. Cartier In 1534, a Frenchman sailed to Labrador, .A year later he sailed up the St. Lawrence, Which he thought, Was the river that he sought, Ile stopped at an Indian village, The Indians said, If you go any farther, l'm sure you'll fall dead. But Cartier would not sail, back to France, So the only thing was to advance, Ile sailed a little farther on his trail, And stopped at another village That had Hfty houses. as strong as a wall And this village he named lVlontreal, Ilere, a severe winter he spent, Bad nights came and bad nights went, Soon that horrible winter was over, And spring came again with its beautiful clover, And back to France Cartier did come, And he was honored by everyone. MILDRED IIANANIA, GB3. if- 9? 56 95 Freedom Teacher said that we must write, A little poem, nice and bright, This is mine, I hope that you, Will think it nice and bright, I do. jofw I-IUTTON, 4Al. 49-7959-19 The World I Oh! World, so big and full of space, What makes you turn with such great haste? Is it to make night into day? Or do you like to 'play that way? HELEN ADAMS, 6B3.

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qxavsusansnvxanxnnsavsnn-sa-s.4vxns4ns4vs4vs-ns4 PI'l3l.lC SCIIOOI. 173, MAN!lA'l l'AN-JUNE, l030 wx- -s,ususavx.n ns.4n-snnsnsx.4--xanns.aus4nxnnx4 uxuxa nic wx.: Qreative Work SOPHIE CLAIRE l'IOURGll, I:'dil0r-in-Chief RUTH l..EVY SELMA ENOCH Assistant Editors GPOEMS I Have to Write a Poem I I have to write a poem, Oh! what shall I write? I have to write a poem, 'Twill take me all the night. II I have to write a poem, Oh! what shall I say? I've written my poem, How'd you like it, anyway? NVILLIAM Woo1.F, 4Al. I What VVas It I Forgot To Do? What was it that I forgot to do? I drank my milk and ate my stew, I read my book right through and through I walked a mile each day for a week, I scattered my plants till the buds began to peep, I went to school on time, For that mama gave me a dime. Ah, now I remember what I forgot to do, It was my homework, ooh, ooh, ooh! FRANCES TURNER, SA l. july Playtime Fairy flowers, Lovely bowers, The birds are gaily singing, Ting-a-ling Ting-a-ling Ilear the blue bells ringing. Woodpeckers drumming, Bees all humming, The cows are out in the clover, Grasshoppers swinging, Summer days bringing, Play that too soon will be over. MARJORY ROSSER, 3B-I. 'N- Washington Heights Where once dense forests stood And Indians used to roam And hunt through Held and wood Is the place we now call home. Where, once, the redman's gaze did fall On only field and sky, We now have schools and buildings tall And a great bridge towering high. BERNARD KLAYF, 4Al. Page Seven

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PUBLIC SCHOOL 173, MANHATTAN-JUNE, 1030 nxnwsn-xnnsnnxn nx.nxuxnxu-x- wx. ux.nxn-xnxnfxn The Night Ship The bed is a ship at sea, The pillow a bag of gold, The cover is silk and satin, The captain, a child three years old. The Night Ship sails on the dream seas, Away to the land of dreams, And gets, in return for its cargo, A bag of very sweet dreams. MARIE LYoNs, 5B3. QC--354695 fl Lament I haven't passed my spelling test, And, oh! I am so sad, Although I tried my very best, I haven't passed my spelling test. My paper doubtless was all messed, l'm a very worried lad, I haven't passed my spelling test, And, oh! I am so sad. ELLIOT IHIAUPT, 4Al if 9' 'X X Springtime I I just put my old ,fur coat on the shelf, I need not tell why, you know for yourself, That winter at last has said, I go. Come on, lVlr. Spring, we love you so. ll You make the growing trees look greeng A sight for long we have not seeng You make our faces look very tang We love you all as much as we can. JANE ROSENBAUM, 5Al vxus.ns4vsns.ns,- wxuxnxn-sa :sau-xnx4 nsnsuxn nuns. The Rain The air is filled with rain, Beating against the window pane. The sky is grey, all through the day, And the children are kept from outdoor play. The sun is hid in the sky of grey. That's how it is, on a rainy day. EVELYN IVIARKUS, 6A3. 'K' -It -59 if' Lindbergh Lindbergh, Lindbergh, brave was he, Made a trip across the sea, Though grown-ups thought him quite insane, I-Ie flew across in his little plane. SINCLAIR KORMAN, 4Al. Noah's Ark Animals, animals, in Noah's Ark! The cats that meow, the dogs that bark, The cows that moo, the pigs that oof, And the horses tramping, hoof by hoof, The chickens and fowls, The lion that growls, g All these were animals in Noah's Ark. FLORENCE SCHNUR, 5A5. 46 it -If 56 The Law The policeman, dressed in blue, I-le's a friend to us, that's true. Busy streets he helps us cross, And takes us home, when we are lost. ROSALIND BELL, 4A1. Page Nine