Robert Louis Stevenson School - Circus Yearbook (New York, NY)

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O lffle So often we hear people say How fast goes time, where does it'st y? a Wherever you are, whatever you do Time always seems to be there too. A child for instance, starts to weep And says: I don't want yet to sleep I just got up and I am now playing. No, no, time to go to bed, mom's saying. But a student says, School lasts so long Sometimes I think the clock is wrong. But after school the time just runs I don't understand how that comes. Parents do not believe their eyes Aly child has grown up your mother sighs. I still remember him so small, And now he is so strong and tall. Grandparents tell you about the past And sigh: Time goes for me too fast. To be young now, that must be good. We call that a sentimental mood. People are born, will live and die And time goes on, it seems to fly. There is but one thing we can do.' To use our time usefully too.' RUTH WVEINER we Q ff We ll sl A i ' l T fl ,I T' W H QBLJ A i .ixrx AR.. J ll X I eblw- Q C If l 4 1 x 2 E ,Z 0 4 .-f Z '7 lf X as Jen wo 'lflkfhh I dreamed I did die and to heaven did go, Where are you from? they wanted to know I stood straight and tall - I didn't flinch, I'm from Stevenson - would do in a pinch They opened their eyes and at me did stare, Come in, said St. Peter, you're the first one from there. I entered and searched for to find me one friend, I gazed and I gazed but 'twas to no end., At last to St. Paul the small one, I trotted And asked the dear man where my friends could have gotted. He stared sad and long but at last he did say, The devils done got them, they're way down - a - way. I asked for a passport to Hades and back, H I took off my halo and my wings I did pack, I fell down to earth with a terrible smack, And broke my poor neck, and my head I did crack. This time I did die but to Heaven didn't go - I came to my senses away down below. I pulled on the rope by the black gates of Hell And the devil himself came to answer the bell Where are you from? - what a gleam in his eye.' I'm from Stevenson. - my simple reply. The Devil was pleased, a broad grim he smiled Percentage one-hundred, from Stevenson, my child. GRACE GALLEN

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'? j -is fs f I f n 417 3 March I9 Dear Ann I have just received your letter. College sounds heavenly -- all you have to worry about are term papers, exams and more dates than you can handle. What a normal prosaic lifel Im going crazy' let s make no bones about it! I planned to go to college Cwe were to have a better world, you knowb but I'm always refused. Will I ever get to college! Remember when we planned the kind of colleges we'd go to. They'd have beautiful campuses handsome males and wonderful profs. Now 1'll settle for anything - but the colleges don't seem to want to settle for me. Every afternoon I sit down to record my favorite books, the exact color of my hair the pigment of my skin, the languages we don't speak at home other than English and any ambitions the colleges think I ought to have. They say, will I! Every night I go to bed and have nightmares. I am sitting at a great big desk on my right are millions and millions of college catalogs and on my left are the applications. I start reading and writing all at once as fast as I can. As I write refusals start coming back at me, faster and faster - I write more and more but refusals keep on coming. It seems hopeless. Morning comes -- it's seven oclock. School today! Every day I have school and every day I worry about college. I usually console myself, After all they must take somebody, maybe I ll be lucky. But can I count on it. I m becoming desperate. What happens if I don't go to college. I could get a job. Maybe I would become a politician. After all it ought to be quite simple to do all those childish things politicians do -- filibuster to avoid an issue, fight instead of discussing problems or anything else that young people are not supposed to do. But really what can I do? There isn't too much time now and I don't want to be left holding the bag. Should I keep on sending my biography and dentist's report to Secretaries of Admissions who never read them or should I just forget it all and trust to luck. It s so hard to know what's best. Love, Zi.. 1 If you apply to enough colleges, you're bound to get in somewhere. But