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

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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

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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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'73 It was during my summer vacation at Shadow Lake that I was really lost for the first time in my life. The day was a wet, muggy one and was ideal for salamander hunting. Immediately after lunch, three friends and myself started off for Salamander Road eager to explore the woods in search of salamanders. We crosseda creek aware that there was no path to follow; only the direction of the creek to look back upon. After one hour the four of us had col- lected about eighty salamanders, which was pretty good. We were about to turn around and go back when we discovered we did not know in which direction to go! Howard, the oldest, told us to retrace our steps, but that didn't do much good. By this time .we were frightened to death. We had been gone two hours and hadn't the vaguest idea how to get home. All of us started to scream at the top of our lungs, but to no avail. It was growing cold and getting late. We were constantly walking, hoping to see the creek. Finally, after what seemed days, we heard the voices of our parents not far from where we were. How glad we were to see them! We rushedinto their arms, glad that they arrived just then. We crossed the creek and went home. What a day! A ' t1 adventure had turned into a terrify- ff? t3 X