Roosevelt High School - Bwana Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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W A SLEIGH RIDE DOWN ART HILL U 'K ll..l.. you take a sleigh ride down Art Hill with me? Good! Dress in your warmest clothes, and we'll pull out the sled and polish the runners for its first public appearance of the season. Well, here we are, lined up in front of the Art Museum awaiting our turn to go down. Don't the people around us form a beautiful picture, a mass of glorious color against the white ground and drab sky? Don't admire the scene too long: it's our turn to go down. We're ready. Push off! Ah! We're gaining speed! just feel that cold air against our red cheeks and redder noses. Oh! Oh! We're passing someone. Careful there! Don't turn the sled too sharply or we'll spill! We're slowing up a little on this level stretch. Hold tight! We're gaining again. Here we are at the bottom. Have you ever experienced anything more wonderful than that ride? Shall we take another one and see whether such a thrill can be repeated? Oh! What a hill to climb! After all the Chinese are right when they say that this sport is just 'Zip, and walk a milef U LORRAINE KOETTHER DAYBREAK DESIRE S Let me wake when the starlight flichers And dawn in her siluer gray Comes lightly, euer so lightly, Over the hills of dag. Let me walk in the woods at morning When hours are flames of gold, And the birds are caroling softly Songs that are euer retold. Let me silence the beat of my singing To muted throbs of a tree. And the wind that stirs the branches Wi'll stir in your heart for me. -Marie Louise Lange Term 7 Twenty-one

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WVRQNI take advantage of the lagoons, and coasters gather on Art Hill. As immense as it is, Forest Park has outgrown itself. We should all be very grateful to these farsighted men who first pushed the project for the park, and who fought so valiantly for the fulfillment of their dreams. We admire them for their courage, unselfishness, and perse- verance. The park is not only a center for all classes of people but a wonderful monument to the growth of our city. It has already served its purpose well, even beyond the wildest dreams of its founders, and it has great possibilities for the future. JERRY MONROE GARDEN SPOT l want to have a garden spot That l may call my own, NVith little paths and rustic seats And all fenced in with stone. XVhen fragrant breezes lightly blow Across the fairy land, My dczfliodils will leap to dance A graceful sarahancl. XVhen silver rains in April fall So gently on the earth. My redvhud tree will blossom then To give this heauty hirth. YMUFI-L' Louise Lange Term 7 ' Ffa Jlff Pig-ihflf' Z?- Twenty

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WAN A FOREST PARK FROLIC WAS one of about twenty who were enjoying a balmy May afternoon ! in Forest Park scavenger hunting. We were divided into groups of four, each group having to seek its own collection of material. Our group, the outstanding one, had some interesting and exciting experiences which l shall try to tell you. Walt, a tall, stalwart boy of sixteen, was the leader of our little group: but Janet and Jerome, better known as jerry, had much to do with our success. A l929 penny, a pink transfer, red hair, two tadpoles, acorns, spinning top from a Cracker Jack box, Muny Opera information, history of Capybara, wild flower, said Walt half aloud and half to himself, as he scanned the list. Wow, what a list! And that's not all. Look at this! Colored water from the colored fountain in front of the pavilion! The ones who made this list thought of everything! Well, let's get started. Wait, said Jerry. While we're near the lagoon we might as well catch our two tadpolesf' So down we went to the lagoon. Jerry stretched out on the pier, Walt scanned the brink from the bank, and Janet and I walked along the edge of the water looking intently for polliwogs. There's one! shouted Janet. Where? our voices rang out simultaneously. There, said Janet, near the pier, Jerry. jerry, using both bands to grab at the polliwog, and reaching out exceed- ingly far, lost his balance. Splash! ln a split second, a dripping head emerged from the ruffled surface of the lagoon. But Jerry's spirits were not dampened just because he was soaking wet. With a triumphant grin, he shouted, l've got it. After safely depositing his precious catch in a tin can full of water that Walt held, Jerry climbed up on the pier, muddy and dripping wet. After Jerry had wrung himself as dry as possible, we decided to forget about a second tadpole and go to the opera to count the columns behind the free seats. On our way to the opera, we found a pink transfer, a rather wilted looking flea-bane Cwild flowerl, and some hollow acorns. When we reached the opera, we decided to investigate the scenery, stage, new towers, and other points of interest. The gates were locked. After climbing over the fence, jerry, Janet, and I started amusing ourselves by singing excerpts from Rio Rita to the empty amphitheatre. Walt, who had had some difficulty in getting his lanky frame over the fence, managed to get over just in time to meet the policeman who was chasing us off the stage. We went up to the portico at the back of the amphitheatre. Each of us counted the columns to himself. l count fifty, remarked janet. Twenty-two