Sarah Dix Hamlin School - Epilogue Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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America has a raw meat heart American xjldlultiples America has multiple hearts, A heart for every occasion. She carries each for a moment, many in a lifetime And keeps them in a drawer Next to her soul cupboard. America has a strong ox heart To carry in a knapsackg She had it with her yesterday When she crossed the plains, In white wind On brown earth. She carries it at plowing time, When the dirt smells deep. She carries it on a stake in the mob Where it smoulders like a torch, And waves it at lynchings Instead of a Hag. America has a peppermint heart With a marshmallow Hlling And a silver ribbon bow hanging down. She wears it on her sleeve to the movies, Reads magazines for ladies, And listens to England's Coronation With tears in her eyes. America has multiple hearts, A heart for every occasion. She carries each for a moment, many in a lifetime, That pumps red hate into her body, And keeps them in a drawer Pulses it in streams through her veins. Next to her soul cupboard. ELIZABETH LoNcsHoRE, '40 ,A Majorv Tragedy M if , E sat alone and unmoving in an atmosphere pervaded by gloom. His stubby, It blond head was bent in dejection, and if one looked closely, two extremely V A -Ularge tears could be seen escaping over an insignificant, freckled nose. All his manlyiefforts to keep from crying were of no avail. One grimy hand lay lightly on the head of a small brown and white dog, who twitched spasmodically in his sleep and moved his legs in a short, jerky motion. Perhaps he was dreaming of the time when the next door neighbor's cat chased him because he got too near her kittens. The hoyls immense brown eyes stared moodily into space and often a deep sigh of unhappiness would escape the pursed lips. He was the picture of youthful disillusion- ment. Bitter thoughts ran through his head, he would never be able to trust anyone again. Why had she done this to him? How could she? She had apologized but he knew she