Textile High School - Loom Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Page Fifteen TEARS . . . Liberly Previ+i, SB. A layman wafched +he rain as if poured down, Nofhing buf wafer lo make mud of hills. A poef wafched Hs birfh. The broad blue sky Seemed one vas+ orb which gazed upon 'rhe ear+h, And wafching, became angry a+ +he sight Wrafh changed +he blue +o gray and finally Hgcould confain no more. The fears flowed free And furious, and lhey fell 'ro be absorbed, Hungrily.

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The fire a+ which he had been warming himself revealed 'rhe ashes of hall:-'Finished manuscripf which was fo have been his salvafion . . . Johnny boolc. The wind blew lhe ashes io all corners of +he ear+h and Johnny's sou now came marching +o +he home of his Crealor. SEA SONG . . . Clara Picconi, 7A. The sun, +he wind, The sound of The sea, Swepf in+o my room and awakened me. Come ou+, come out 'rhey gayly cried Rose 'rhe wild sea horses wifh 'The fide. The sea is green and +he sky is blue And sea and slay are calling you. I 'roolc my pillow and hid my head. Oh, do fhey no+ know 'rha'r love lies dead? Page Fourieen

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A FRESHMAN LETTER - Albert Wilson, 7-I Dear Teacher: You menlioned lhe olher day lhal you would like lo have us newcomers lo lhe school lell you a lew lhings aboul ourselves. l've decided lwisely or unwiselyl lo give you a Iiflle of my Iile hislory. I wasn'l born in a log cabin nor did I cul down any cherry lrees lallhough once in a while I lell lhe lrulhl so I guess I haven'l much chance ol ever becoming presidenl. I-lowever, l'd much ralher be a dilch4digger, anyway: because you don'l gel so much mud slung al you. I was born lfor whal reason I know noll in New York Cily. I spenl lhe lirsl six years ol my Iile copying lhe piclures in lhe funny papers. Then I embarked on my career in lhal greal inslilulion, School. In lwo or lhree years I became quile adepl al signing my own reporl card and giving excuses for being Iale. In lhe follow- ing lwo years I maslered lhe arl of going down lhe school sleps lhree al a lime. Since lhen I have learned a lew olher lhings. I never was much ol a speaker and am lairly bad al wriling las you've probably guessedl bul I am al my worsl when I lry wriling poelry. ll can lrulhlully be said. lhal whenever I lake a crack al poelry, someone usually lakes a crack al me. The peak of my ambilion is lo be able lo pass a subway ad wilhoul marking il up. Following my usual cuslom. I will be a greal success al lhis school. Sincerely, Your new pupil, Joe Texlile. Page Sixteen I