Stamford Union Free School - Camera Yearbook (Stamford, NY)

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THE BEAUTIFUL STREAM By Cleta Baird Therels a beautiful stream in tl1e valley That babbles the livelong day, And it does one 's heart good just to listen and look, It's so frolicsome, blithesome and gay. It is day on tl1e stream in the valley, The bright sun in the clear azure sky Turns the wavelets to gold, of a splendor untold, While a breeze in the trees ripples by. It is night on the stream in the Valley. The soft breeze in the trees now is still, And the mellow mo0n's beam on the murinuring stream Turns it silver against the dark hill. L'ENvo1 O, beautiful stream in the valley You'll be dear to my heart everrnore, For without you I couldn't have written This assignment for English Four. NIGHTS Night Drifting shadows Darkness. Drowsy lights Silence Sentinel like trees And in nests among their branches Tired birds at rest Protected by the cloud of darkness Drawn like at veil in ancient orient.

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speaker's rehearsal is not so exciting as a team's practise game. Yet the speaker who is chosen as representative in the interscholastic oratorical contest for the championship of the county receives no recognition by the school, whereas all the members of the athletic teams who play a sutlicient amount of time receive honorary letters. lWhy should not the speaker, too, be honored thus? Nor must we so far forget the real purpose of a high school as not to consider the case of those Who bend their ener- gies to their studies. Good recitations and good marks are not spectacular. They are not greeted by bursts of applause But aren't they What the high school needs if it is to be one of high standing or in fact, if it is to be a high school at all? All the pupils of a school can not be athletes, nor can they all be brilliant students. A splendid forward might be com- pletely at a loss if forced to face an audience and deliver a speech. But all can if they will serve the school in one Way or another. Surely these various important ways of serving one's school deserve equal recognition. CORNELIUS BROWN. TO BE BACK AT Tl-IE AGE OF THREE To be back at the age of three -- Running, jumping, climbing, prying, With never a care beyond bruises and bumps, Nor a thought for the time that is flying, To see as it seems and not as it is, To have faith in the goodness of all, To enjoy small favors,-asking no more Of life than to play with a doll, To be blind to customs, unconscious of self, And seldom troubled to see The faults of others in word or deed- To be back at the age of three! M. NVILLIS '26,

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Night in the country Moon shining on hillsides Making ghosts of birches, And showing cattle resting. Frogs croaking in deep swamps And iireliies lighting dark fields VVhere the ripe wheat courts the wild roseg All safe in the cool arms of night. Or clear cold nights, Ice covered trees Flowers under a white blanket ' Snow sparkling silver in the moonlight- Cattle resting on beds of straw Youngsters skating on frozen swamps, Or coasting in the moonlit fields Wliere of late stood the ripe wheat. Night in tl1e city Tired figures hurrying- Millions of lights everywhere Merry couples dancing and singing A fast awakening as of a new day: Joy and laughter, No quiet yet at midnight Noise and hurry. Or wet foggy nights Veils of mist hiding tl1e maang Slippery mud covered streets Lights dimmed and hazy- Mournful sound of dripping rain Long black shadows ' Night. H. DENT '26