Sumner High School - Maroon and White Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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1. Tired Feet. 2. Love in Bloom. 3. Hittin' the Earth. 4. Caught by the Camera. 5. Posin'. 6. Striding. 7. Struttin'. 8. Freshmen see the new Handbooks. 9. Strolling. 10. Kat Procope. 11. Bench Warmers. 12. Hold that line! 13. Look at the birdie. 14. Making Eyes. 15. Attentive. Duke's Mixture 16. Pretty please! 17. In parade. 18. Play-day Spectators. 19. War-path. 20. Oh! 21. Determined Dwight. 22. Sumner's Perfect Couple. 23. Playday Events. 24. What d'ya know!! 25. Staffers at Work. 26. Three's a crowd. 27. Father Mathematics. 28. Artist. 29. Oomph Girls! 30. Tackle. 31. Caught. fAl1 Index of the Snapshotsj HONORABLE LESTER A. WALTON, Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary United Sirrtes--of Monrovia. Liberia A Sumner graduate and speaker at a recent assembly Page Eighty MAROON AND WHITE

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Poem I have seen shooting stars, I have' watched the sun setg vexed, As I sat in pensive mood Wondering what I would do next. I have seen the sun rise On a world tha.t's full of sorrow, Oh! the beauty I beheld Wondering where I'd be tomorrow. I have seen tides come in From a large and spacious sea, Oh, a trip on this ocean, I wonder will it come to me? Jewel Busch. Awakening Still trees that long have been so bare Lifting silver arms into the air In silent supplication, now quivers While winter falters, then vanishes- And nude boughs blur with buds, And bare fields clothe with grasses, And the slender willow blows ' A mist of red, a mist of rose, And suddenly under the wistful weather The silver boughs a soft green feather. George Price, Jr. Defeat Defeat comes down upon me like the slow And beating rhythm of an autumn rain- A dragging, sagging, seething melody Whose pale and death-like music throbs with pain. Is there no hope for lighter brighter skies? Is there no promise of the future years? Defeat comes down and dulls my aching eyes, And tells me just how futile are my tears. To March Farewell, March, I shall not miss you . When you go- Your changing hours of sun and rain, Of wind and snow. I never knew a more inconstant Friend than you, For you are like a trusted lad Who proved untrue. I hear you, faithless braggart, laughing At my pain, Amused that I should gain my strength From Apri1's rain. But go on laughing: your brief hour ends With the dawn. Farewell, March, I shall not miss you When you're gone. Naomi C. Long. - Silver Rain The silver torrents blur my view, As from my window I gaze, Thoughtfully at its silver hue, Holding sway of a silver day. Like tiny silver soldiers falling Sparkling as it come, Swpreading o'er all a silver pall Of jewel-like silver rain. MAROON AND WHITE George Price. Page Seventy-nine