Rye Neck High School - Scraps Yearbook (Mamaroneck, NY)

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THAT OLD ARK OF MINE When first I camc by you, I called you Chevrolet It was so refined and swanky You know. Old age crept on apace and Things were lost. A fender or perhaps a wheel Had gone. Faithful still and strong the name I changed to chevy, Hard use with little rest. Rough roadsg you nevcr did complain Gas and oilg an occasional drink VVas all you asked. Tillie wore on, parts wore out The top, running board another fender Were left along the way. Still it runs and gets me there. The name of chevy has again been changed Not from lack of love or irreverence For I name it as it looks- The Ark. Robert Hains SLOW DECOM POSITION Bang, splash, bang, crash, Growled the waves at the foot of the rocks. They pounded here, they pounded there, And cach day left a few little marks. Now a great many years have passed And still the waves roll in. Not banging and crashing, But gliding and gurgling Over the pulverized rocks. Eugene Periconi Junior: VVhy did they arrest Dr. Blank? Soph: Oh, he had a patient with a scalp wound, so he put a tourniquet around his neck. Chem. Teacher: VVhen water becomes ice, what great change takes place? Nick: The change in price. GONE! Sunset. A scudding ship upon a sullen sea. Night. Wind. Storm! Typhoon! The soft tropical morning broke on 21 scene of tranquility. A tiny island with its lone survivor. Days passing into weeks, weeks into years of eager waiting. Waiting for a sail. A ship to take him back to civilization. The notches on the door frame had in- creased to seven. Still no ship, not even a sail on the hazy horizon. Another morning touched with the splen- dor of 3 tropical sunrise. Another day of watching and waiting. A ship! Sails set! Outward bound! A frenzied shout! Outward bound! Into the haze of the horizon. Seven year's wait for this! Gone! Gone! Gone! Robert C. Hains WOODLAND SHADOWS We walked thru the wood at twilight, When the princely trees Cast lengthening shadows O'er beds of green moss, And birds proclaimed their presence By whistling evening calls. We walked and were happy, Little dreaming that the shadow of Death was longest And the call of Death loudest. Rose Pokorny SEE AMERICA FIRST Clrawford Notch There lies in a rugged notch of the White Mountains, a tiny village surrounded by towering and rugged crags sometimes glist- ening in the fading sun, sometimes shrouded with lacy veils of low-hanging clouds. Groups of pines break the monotony of the ragged slope. Scattered here and there they add a touch of color and enchantment to the mountain fastness. The stupendous majesty of these grim and silent sentinels left us with a feeling of awe as we left the deepening shadows of the valley and wended our way upward to meet the setting sun. R. Hains Page Twenty

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A SEA-MAN'S HEART Oh! l'm a carefree fisherman A man who loves the sea. And my grand-dad was a sea-man As true as he could be. He taught me how to sail the deep To love it with my soul He showed me how to pull the sheet When sweeping tides did roll. And so my heart strings tighten now When blows the billiwy spray And though my hair does whiten, THE STRANGER VVhat tidings do you bear to us, As, breasting bounding seas, You come from far removed lands lVith sails swelled in the breeze? Your decks are filled with swarthy In garb bizarre and bright, They scurry, hurry to and fro Ere falls the shade of night. As slowly melts the burning sun In heaving waters blue, llltfll You hasten on your course, unknown- A stranger ship, a stranger crew. And wavelets sigh T he Yet I love it still to-day. F. Nichols lns xiration such as it is- Eve of Diseov- 7 erv. 1-l-92 by Ferrisj THE OLD VVINDMILL ' clouds hang low o'er the old windmill. No breeze doth stir for its arms are still- Blue waters of the nearby stream Flow onward-quiet and serene. The wind will soon begin to blow. The stream will then more quickly How- The windmill's arms-no longer still- For 'tis the wind that works the mill. The wind must blow to work the mill. Marjorie HARBOR ROCKS Oh, grim and stark Through day and dark A silent watch you keep, Iieared danger of the deep! When tide is high Lebeis Dorothy Halsey THE MOONLIGHT The moon shines on the peaceful waters Of a silvery lake- A canoe softly gliding is now in the light of the moon Now in the darker spots- A breeze is gently stirring the water into ripples VVhieh seem to laugh with delight As they dance and splash on the sandy shore. Dorothy Halsey VISIONS I gaze upon that scene- The mountains rising round In cloaks of white o'er green. Then feel the playful wind And hear the sigh of the boughs Behold the lakes below Like dew drops set in green. I think of the coolness there And start from this wandering vision To find Regents papers are here. David Cuyler You slide below and sleep, Dread danger of the deep! Now tide is gone YVaves sing a song, A song both grim and sweet. Tuned danger of the deep! Robert Hains T0 TXHE OCEAN Roaring, laughing ocean. Advancing, receding, endlessly, Come rest awhile with me. VVhy need you always so move? To what good your labor Dashing and splashing While nations pass to dust? Slowly yet surely, incessantly VVashing away the strands, Gulfing out mighty rocks Till ages blend into the mist And are lost in eternity. Marion Hare Bug: How long could I live without brains? Dud: That remains to be seen. Page Nineteen

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HIGH SCHOOL FACULTY THE GREAT AM'ERICAN DESERT' The sun beat with relentless pity on the shrivelling desert. Not a living thing was in sight. Our motor car chugged laboriously along as if that. too, were loathe to move undcr the heat of the midday sun. Far in the distance was a beautiful lake surrounded by glistening green palms-a mirage set there to lead weary travellers astray to die. The simmering heatwaves were ever be- fore us, stretching on all sides in an end- less expanse of sand, dotted with cacti and sagebrush that stood parched and motionless in the oppressive air. The sun slowly sank but still the hot sands reflected the fearful heat. A slight wind sprang up but it too was laden with uncom- fortable heat. The road began to rise upwards and the air became cooler. The vegetation took on a more lively hue. VVe had left the desert behind us. R. Hains NIAGARA FALLS A deep and ominious rumble was ushered slowly into our ears. Nearer and nearer, louder and louder the rumble became. The air was pleasantly moist and refresh- ingg and as we drew nearer to the source of the rumble, it became oddly damp. lVe turned a sharp corner and our ears were struck by the roar of tons of falling water. Hazy 'mists rose upward and re- flected the light of a thousand rainbows. Every tree was spangled with the glitter of millions of unset diamonds that danced and sparkled in the morning sun. Night-. The mysterious mists soaring upward were cut by flashing searchlights that flickered and flashed and swept across the sky in a blaze of brilliant reflection. Above all this beauty roared the great mass of water. It filled our heads with strange buzzings that were not missed until we had been many hours on our way. Robert Hains Page Twenty-0 ne