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

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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

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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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DEDICATION . . . Ronald Codrington, 8-2 Pasl years have molded lender lhoughls, The days wilh you were gay. We found hereln fhal which we soughl, And now musl plod our way. The world awairs whaf noble deeds Our pregnanl minds do hold: So on we go lesl' ripened seeds Or weary hearls grow old. Though roads lo fame may lead from home Our eyes will ever rest On 'rhose who worked wilh courage slrong To bring from us our best C2689 Page Seuenleen