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

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THE YEAR Autumn's gone, winter is near, We will soon celebrate a happy New Year. Playing in the snow and having much fun, We can do this after school work is done. Holidays will come and Holidays will go, Soon school will be over, isn't that nice to know? Spring will end, Summer will begin, So we can start this poem all over again, Read this over a couple of times, And see if your opinion, is the same as mine. Joyce Humbee , 9-403 QK bx YOU'RE SPRING You're sweet as honey Light as dew You're soft as a feather Who are you? You're truly wonderful to everyone Because you bring them so much fun. You bring the flowers bright and gay You bring us joy in every day You also bring the birds that sing. Now I know who you are, You're Spring. Sharon Randolph, 7-216 THE MOON The moon is shining white, He lives up in the sky. He comes out only at night, I sometimes wonder why, For, in the morning, he is gone, To rest and wait for night, When once again, he will come, To fill the sky with light. Carol Stathis, 7-427

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THE DAY THAT I WOULD LIKE TO RELIVE In everyone's life and in mine there have been days that were happy, average, and disappointing. The day that stands out the most in my life is my eighth birthday tMay 17, 195W. This was the day thatl was going to become an American Citizen. My mother and grandfather told rne that this was the most wonderful present anyone could receive. I didn't know, too well, what that meant, but I know that I was very proud and happy, even though I would rather have had something with which to play. What child of eight years wouldn't? As I grow older I understand much better what this means to me. In France where I was born, and lived for five years during Whorld War-Two, there was con- tinous fighting and no one knew whether he was safe, or was going to be killed at any moment. So you see why I'm so happy tobe in the United States, where everyone is treated alike, everyone stands for the same thing, and everyone has the op- portunity to become what he or she wants. If I could turn back the calendar to May 17, 1950 and relive that day, I would be too proud and too happy to become an 'l American Citizen again, for I know the real meaning much more clearly, now, than when I was only a child of eight. Beatrice Van Aalten'9-325 M f; usflu 9-353 M453 E II V f C

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at You think of the wonderful things summer broughtrgo , k ,, Hazel Wallace, 9-403 e v y: . . - Q h? A CHRISTMAS JING LE Gaily colored ribbon Lying on the floor, Wrapping Christmas packages 15 never quite a chore. Silver colored tinsel Hanging on the tree, Turkey in the kitchen, For Mary, Sue, and me. Hear the sleigh a-jingle, Going through the snow. Christmas time is lots of fun, Says everyone I know. Karen Sigmon, 9-321 SUMMER'S ENDED Summer's ended How did you spend it? Did you go to camp Dressed informally like a tramp? Or did you stay at home and sweat? Or did you have fun with friends you met? Or did you work and earn some dough Which you spent freely at the show? Or did you save it like a miser For hopes of spending some day wiser? Did you go to the pool at times ? And are you sick of our silly rhymes ? Now here is one of my own Let's not start to weep and moan, Winter's coming as you know - -- . This poem's about the frost and snow, When summer goes and winter sets in We'll have to face it with a grin. When nights grow long and days grow short - 47 K.6xcr700 .9512: