Roosevelt High School - Roundup Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

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THE 1944 ROUNDUP .JL JL JC JL JL JL JC JC JL -J u 'W r' 3 J The Poppy Bloom V' rf? Z The poppy bloom sways in the soft breeze. The poppy bloom casts its shadow o'er the countless graves Casts its shadow over mounds of earth, g In which men lie and slowly return whence they camel Over mounds of earth in which are those Who gave their lives that we might not be slaves. 3 The poppy bloom is as red as the reddest blood Of men who lie in mounds of earth, Of men who died in agony and pain, Q.: Of men who died in the desert sands And lost their lives in trenches full of rain. Why should the shadow of such a humble flower 3. Be thrown upon this sacred spot Where lie the men who died in desert sands And lost their lives in trenches full of rain? gm Because its beauty is like the beauty of a mother's smile- A mother who gave her son from her tender arms To fight in this great struggle of mankind. Because its color is as red as the blood 3' He shed in the desert sands and rain filled trench To keep forever on the earth all things worthwhile. Because this flower is a sacred bloom 3 Made by God to cast its shadow over mounds of earth- Over mounds of earth in which men lie Who gave their lives in the desert sands R, And lost their lives in trenches full of rain. The poppy bloom sways in the soft breeze. The poppy bloom casts its shadow o'er the countless graves: ta, Casts its shadow over mounds of earth, In which men lie and slowly return from whence they came: Over mounds of earth in which are those Who gave their lives that we might not be slaves. 3' -Charles Dickson P1 'tr 'sr 'tt' SC 'IC 'sc 2651? Page Twelve Ji :li i it 'Af' Sir

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tk TQ? ik i ii i THE 1944 ROUNDUP JL 32 JL L JC. 35. JL JC JL enamel Harbor Red, red, the flame, and blood That filled a sunlit sky, Bed as fire, hot as fire, The courage of men who die. White, White, his face, and form, The banner of the dead: White as snow, cold as snow, Pure as the men he led. Blue, blue, the sky, and sea That held the blood of pain. Blue of lips, blue of eye, This boy Whom they have slain. Black, black of heart, the race, That bred this curse of war, but Black revenge, God's revenge, Will stalk them-evermore. -Pat Gorman -is as 451 Rooseqvelttzians in Service BOYS ....... ......,. l ,l82 GIRLS .............. .... 4 4 GOLD STAR ....... .... l 7 TEACHERS ....... .... l 5 3, ,, W , f V 'ac 'Je vc 'ac Page Eleven

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ik it 'ik ii at 5 THE 1944 ROUNDUP JL JL JL Jr. .lc sc JL Jr. JL J-' T4 F4 .2 P 4' W J TZLSUWLQT CO CULT I F K 2: Yes, a prisoner of war I stand. A captive in some foreign land. I dream of death, J . ' My last drawn breath F Shall release me from Hell on Earth. J I look with dim unseeing eyes Across the world to Paradise. 3 I see my life So free from strife, 3 A world where I had real Worth. .J Y' The picture finally fades from view. A return to reality, only too true, Wx Can only give thought X Too wretchedly wrought From mind maddened slowly with hate. ,Lg This barbed wire prison which harbors me F, Keeps me only from wandering bodily, For my soul must roam To scenes at home, Lg So calming to one with my fate. if This life of death will end some day. From this torture I shall go away J I.. To a better land, f' To join the band Of men thus set free before, 'Q Falling to the earth from which I came 3 I die with heroes feeling the same Spirit felt by all 3 Who must heed the call lt And die as a prisoner. -Ann Delavan J L4 'U f' 3 3 ggi me '1 V ,jig 34' 'sc 167 'Jr Page Thirfezfn