Rutherford B Hayes High School - Delhi Yearbook (Delaware, OH)

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i i I X iDllLl'll'lQ5Z Ilii i Sophomore Girls' Literary The Song of My Skates Clicketyfclick, tappityftap, With hastening fingers I fasten my strap And tighten my skates, then I'm off down the street, With hair blowing wildly and flying feet! The wind fans my cheek and rustles the trees, Oh, the song of my skates and the soft, summer breeze On the smooth white walk like a ribbon so white Enfolds hcfore me4I pause in my flight To gather my breath: to tighten a strapg Again I am off with a tappityftap, I scuffle up hill, I whiz down the lane, joyously skating to one refrain, I roll o'er the land without a mishap To the song of my skates, clickftappityftap. -janet Rose Cutler Why Worry? Why worry ahout what has happened hefore? What do you care for the wolf at the door ? Be happy! Don't worryg God granted ,you life: What do you live forfsorrow and strife? Don't worry about what still is to he, It's fun just to think of surprises you'll see: Life's good, life's great, life's really worth while, If you can stand up and live with a smile! -Lois Ziegler s A Silver Birch A silver birch Against the blue, Sun fairies Dancing on the leavesg The merry tinkle Of lady wind Playing, Her silver Fingers Pluckirig out Tunes of magic. --Jean Bennett

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r r r H DELI'II'IQ5Zl I l r r r Sophomore Girls' Literary Memoirs of a Flag Now I am old, tattered, and covered with dust. My past glory is gone. Once I was honored, but no longer. When I was new I was cheered, saluted. Men looked upon me for renewed courage on the battle field. Many are the tales I could tell-tales of yictories won, of brave deeds and of valorous men. Sorrow, death, even cowardice I ave seen. There was one battle I shall never forget. It took place on a bitter, cold winter day. The men were disheartened, cold and hungny. Our troops were losing, so the general ordered the retreat to be played. The hugler, a young lad, played the call to advance instead. With courage renewed, the men attacked and by fighting more bravely the battle was won. I will stop my soliloquizing-but wait, who am I? I am the Rattlesnake flag of the American Revolution. -Martha Kuhlman Marilyn A round little face And a turned up noseg A sweet little mouth, As pink as a rose. Two laughing brown eyes That glisten and shine I'll love you forever, Sweet sister of mine. -Evelyn Birdsell On House Cleaning House cleaning, ugh! How I hate the thought of it! But I suppose it is one of life's necessities. At least mother thinks so and I do too when I see how much nicer the house looks when we finish cleaning. But just the same, that doesn't make it any more pleasant. I have always dreamed of the time when I could go into a nice large library and just read and read and have enough maids to do all the housecleaning. Wouldn't that be wonderful? A terrible sensation comes over me eveny- fall and spring when I hear mother say, We'll have to start house cleaning soon. This semifannual event is a horror that hangs over the raptures of spring and fall. flncidentally that is why summer is my favorite seasonj. All the furniture is moved after being thoroughly cleaned. You don't dare come into the house on a dark night and throw yourself on your favorite couch because the couch seems to have gone out of existence-and in its stead perhaps a lamp or fish bowl catches you. All your treasures are brought out and sorted, and while ly-ou stand helplessly by, your dear belongings are fed to the fire or perhaps given away. Only the most sen' sible ones are kept. Truly, house cleaning time is a time to be feared!