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

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1 We affectionately dedicate this magazine to our guide of the Senior Year, MISS L. AUGUSTA RGMAINE Page Tw

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SCRAPS JUNE-1930 Rye Necik High School :- ECCE AURA -:

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SCRAPS VOL. VIII. MAMARONECK, N. Y. Edited by the Senior Class JUNE, 1930, No 4 Seventyffive cents a copy REMINISCENCE I rest in my chair and close my eyes At the end of a weary day, And memory seeing the empty thoughts Throngs in and fills the way. My halls resound with joyous cries I Of song and laughter shrillgs My windows open on phantom views I And I rent and drink my fill. ' Rejoice my heart at memories treat I Before you wake to say, 'Tis the fleeing dreams of a lotusland f-v:V , That was your yesterday. ' 4 Victoria iMa,xweAII E vw., f X A HARMONY IN PINK AND WHITSHAQ' I woke this morning To see lilacs, piled pink and white, Above our garden gateg Sweet alyssum flowers Edged our garden pathsg And slim white birches, A H Clothed in filmy green chiffons, Shut me in this happy garden. I looked up thrilled to see A shower of pinkftipped apple blossoms Half obscuring an azure sky. Every poignant thrilling scent Makes my heart swell afnew with Ioveg Love for lilaes, pink and whiteg Love for pinkfmisted garden gatesg Love for dewy petalled apple blossoms, And love for birches, slim and white. Yearning for nature, Harmonies in pink and white. Edith Meyer Ev IN THE SPRING Apology to Willialxi Martin, author The Apple Blossoms Have you ever walked along ' In the Spring, in the Spring? And heard the birds' sweet song L , -' In the Spring! Have you felt your blood a-tingling Q'Xnd,the carliby odors mingling, With perfumes of blossoms ling'ring Inlithe Spring? Tilaveyqu inhadfe' your pace go slower ' Inwthe Spring, in the Spring? Touadmire a rare wild flower 'fTIn the Spring! Qnpperhaps to see a robin K his pert, brown head afbobbin' O'er the worm that he is gobblin', ' 'In the Spring? Have you ever heard a brook In the Spring, in the Spring? From some unnoticed nook In the Spring! Have you seen the trees all feathery And the grass beneath all heathery With the colors blending cleverly In the Spring? If you've passed along the way In the Spring, in the Spring? And have failed to feel quite gay In the Spring! Then to me you're not quite human If o'er troubles you keep moonin' And be blind to nature's bloomin' In the Spring. Clemana Page Three