Stitt Junior High School - Laurel Leaf Yearbook (New York, NY)

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BROTHERHOOD What is brotherhood? It is not people apart. It's people working together. In spirit and in heart. Where is brotherhood ? Deep in the hearts of the people, It is like the church bell. Ringing in the steeple. It is like a bouquet. One type of flower never satisfies, It takes all blended together To catch one's eyes. What is the hope of the world? Brotherhood the shining light. It comes from the hearts of people. And will Shine through darkest night. Roger Watkins, 9- 304 DISCRIMINATION IN THE SOUTH The Negroes in the South have the right, To live anywhere and work, day or night, The right to vote and speak their piece, Because we all know segregation must cease. In Birmingham they have called a bus boycott, And that is one thing I like a lot. We must do more than show remorse, We will win this argument without force. There are still things to be carried out, Like putting the Ku Klux Klan to rout. These are the things we should strive for, And when peace will live forever more. Carl Edelman, 8-404 39

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MY L ITTLE B ROTHER While I sit here writing this poem My little brother starts to roam. He sings and laughs and makes lots of noise. Oh, why did they have to make little boys 7 ? ? He reads comic books and Robin Hood Instead of doing homework like he should. He runs and jumps and plays with his toys, Oh, why did they have to make little boys ? ? ? He walks around the house with a gun and holster Someday his face will be on a wanted poster. His room is messy with games and toys Oh, why did they have to make little boys ? ? ? He tells jokes that are seldom funny And tries to cheat you out of your money, When you walk in his room, you trip on toys, Oh, why did they have to make little boys ? ? ? Now as this poem comes to an end i ,, I can tell ou he is a wonderful friend , , - 1 , For there can never be another ,. , ; . jJi Like my own sweet little brother. I, t V y ' 1g t l . 74.: 4 ll f $ K , hyu. e h, f Beatrice Van Aalten, 9-325 t :1 x , . 0; W an RUSH AROUND Why do people rush about, As thOugh life's span had run out? I've seen them fall and bump and scrape And then come out in terrible shape. Why do they run from place to place As if in the contest of the human race? Our jets, boats, and cars perform to the letter, But still we try to get them better and better. Fast as lightning same of them go, h t3 '; ' As if they were going to miss life's 3 1 show. X Man has found no time for rest, , ,' Everything he has must be the best. y Steven Flehinger, 9-325 W

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THE BEAR CUB One day I met a bear cub, while walking through the zoo, I was friendly, he was friendly and kind of cute too. He looked up at me from his cage, With a pair of coal black eyes, As if to say please take me home, Although he realized, Someday I'd have to give him up, And make him leave my home, And send him to the country farm, Where he'll forever roam. Cynthia Weir, 9-304 WATER M W Flowing, flowing, flowing in the cool WW Wwing freely like - -- ner breeze, t Nthurgling, rus .. ' the clear, cool water, , eezing the water Freezing the water God's forsaken north W Freezing the water to - Beautiful but cold, clear but bitter Only the sun can turn the ice back to water mw Flowing, clear, cool, crisp, merry water. W Alfred Wolkowitz, 9-304 W W RRuoDea 9-3;; d so gaily e blows W 40