South Side High School - Optimist Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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Why didn’t they keep me there? They knew I was drunk. They got me drunk so they could take my money Why did they send me home? Му home isn't here. It's in Bridgeport didn’t want to kill you He paused then, turning, as some, childish reasoning penetri d his brain and in inane p hrases. 1 heavy calm overcame him. Slow, and why didn't they put me to sleep? They sent me there on purpose didn't want to go to your house. ( umbe I haze, he poured forth “You shouldn't have wanted me to take you home. It was your fault. didn't ask you. Anyway, what were you doing up at four o'clock in the morn ing? You shouldn’t have been up, unless “I was going to marry her. I will, No! Am I going mad? She is dead He would have cried or screamed had not too. I will!’ She's dead, and I killed Бе! feeling of utter hopelessness suddenly overcome him. He gazed ahead with a vacant stare, then abruptly jerked the wheel and, miraculously, stayed on the road. I wouldn't have killed her if she hadn't struggled. Why did she say 1 was drunk—she had no right to say either! I am going mad why did I ГИ go home to my father. Hell know what to do lawyer. Hell get me off. They won't let them send me to me—they'll get I was. She had better not say it again, I do it? Mother will help the electric chair. My father won t let them!” Gradually, hysterical crying filled laughter. And he laughed. Yes, he laughed, on laughing all the time he pressed the accelerator. Suddenly he laughing and leered. the side of the mountain. MY The tall, green branches of a tree tower before me, They twist in thick sprays, hiding my future, While the deep shadows cover my past And in the clear, cold, cruel night my mother’s face seems beside me Praising, scolding, urging me on to suc- cess—happiness. Precious jewels and silks should cover her body; Instead, rings of sadness are scarred on her face And soot and ashes cover her hands Page Fourteen the car and this in turn changed to a thin, nervous laugh and kept stopped strange light shown in his eyes, as he made a dent in Claire Rosenfeld MOTHER Blistered, calloused hands that were once as smooth as satin. Restless nights, thinking of the past Some day she'll be a lady of leisure Surrounded by loved ones in her castle Giving charity with doubled hand as she gave when life was sad. And pain shall not rack and torment her body Her past is behind In me rests her future. I must not fail her! Mary Ackerman

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