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

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THE STRANGER O ce a land so far away, ,. here people were poor and sad, C e a stranger with happiness, wake the people glad. C. dressed differently in every way, , , he looked, I must admit. t to most people he was not queer; His costume for this occasion was fit, '4 The people in town all whispered and chattered, What, is this thing a man? How funny he looks, they all exclaimed, $5; 91 IiSuczh as we've never seen in this land. ngggmgwa His pani'c'lvlaljll uaggy, is hirt was torn, igggwgit And he Ed on his - d, The solew . r es could not be seen, a. l ' r e cantata; ave looked poorer, 'tis said. But still he seemed so very happy And the people took him for a friend, They gave him shelter, food, and drink And his clothes they tried to mend. As time went on, they loved him more, The people were so happy and gay. He was always joking and making them laugh, I And they dreaded his departing day. But the time soon came and as he left He could see the people's tears, For he had made them very happy, Happier than they had been in years. Who was he ? I can not say; Perhaps a king with a crown. A genius? A fool?. A thief? Or was he simply a clo 1 Irby, 9-325 .7515 GHAmes a BELL

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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

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NO SOAP Not long ago, Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Carson moved froi'n Omaha, Nebraska to a rented house on Long Island. They were happy to find a home, because of the housing shortage. One day while Mr. Carson was out, Mrs. Carson busily prepared dinner. The doorbell rang and she wondered who could be paying a visit. She opened the door and found a well-dressed young man smiling proudly. Are you Mrs. RonaldCarson, former- ly of Omaha, Nebraska? Yes, she replied, want to know? Ofcourse you saw the Sudsy Soap Pro- gram on television yesterday. Why no, answered Mrs. Carson. The young man smiled again, Well, I have good news for you. You have won the weekly grand prize--two railroad tickets to Omaha, Nebraska. Mrs. Carson gasped and said, Do you really mean it? Of course, Then the young man added, If you don't care to accept the prize, Sudsy Soap will hold another draw- ing next week. but why do you Mrs. Carson replied excitedly, By all meansI'll accept the prize. Only the other night my husband and I were talking about moving back. He is not satisfied with his new job here. I'll return later this evening with your tickets. A few days later, the young man stood on the platform saying goodbye to the Carsons. He stood outside the train window, smiling and wishing them a happy journey. My boy, Mr. Carson called to him, you have been very kind and helpful. I wish there was some way of showing you our gratitude. Oh, but you already have. What do you mean? asked both of the Carsons in surprise. You see my family and I have searched everywhere for a house on Long Island. Now, thanks to your moving, we have found one. Ohlby the way, Mrs. Carson, when you get back to Nebraska don't waste time looking for my brand of soap. You won't find Sudsy Soap anywhere. Albert Killian, 9-403