The Park School - Spark Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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TH E SOPHOMORE CLASS FIRST ROW: Carol Ossola, Frances Macdonald, Judy Ehrenreich, Greta Beniamin, Ann Prescott, Debby Bleich- feld, Martha Keeler, Lynn Moree. SECOND ROW: Roger Edwards, Don Wallens, Louise Glenn, Jane Impellitier, David Stewart, Lea Hapeman, Nancy Morrison, Fred Bock, John Reissig, Bob Montgomery. THIRD ROW: Mr. Provenzano, Rosemary Brown, Libby Daggett, Ginny Sanders, Sondra Mols, Polly Yager, Bob Wilson, David Lyon, Jean Clother, John Clark. L'lNSTRUCTION Notre vie est si courte, il faut I'employer, lnstruisez-vous enfants, des l'age le plus tendre. Vous serez malheureux si vous cessez d'apprendre, Et c'est un iour perdu qu'un iour sans travailler. LEARNING Life is so short that we must try, To do our best before we die. Learn, when you are young of age, Before life turns another page, If you cease to learn too quick, You will destroy that burning wick. Work is fun, if you realize: It also helps to make you wise. Sandra Mols Grade X LEARNING How very short is our span of life, That it passes us with little strife. When we are all so very small, We do our learning with no trouble at all, But if we stop this in our youth, Later on we'll know no truth. For what is a day if we haven't done Our work, our learning, and our fun? Ann Prescott Grade X LEARNING Our lifetime is such a limited span. Teach yourselves, children, all you can, For a day will come, when you will regret The work you ceased and tried to forget. Debby Bleichfeld Grade X

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THE JUNIOR CLASS WlNTER'S ARRIVAL The roof tops crusted with crisp white snow, The trees bare, save for their branches bowed low, The icicles hanging under the snow's weight Like dripping fingers, the snow their fate. The smoke whirling lazily from the chimney top Gives vent to pine logs and pudding red hot. The singing kettle, the merriment of gentle folk, Scatter the fear of dark clouds-winter's shroudlike cloak. ' Barbara Howard Grade XII A POME l'm too tired To be inspired. A poem's the thing For me to bring To class. Alas, I cannot write. My rhymes are trite, My meter's queer. Besides, last year I wrote some Lit. This year I quit. Joanna Brizdle Grade XI LAUGHING CRYING Spllllllfllus luu9ll ul Spcllllsll Iokesf I hate a verse which does not rhyme, The Irish laugh at elves. My heart turns black, I foam. The sweulsll luugll cl Swedlsll HY'-'lfesf A grimmer fault, youlll find sometime, Bul We A guy who crowds everything that enters his head, whether luugll important or not, in the last line of a poem. at ourselves. Harry Nichols Grade XI SEATED: Betsy Moore, Sheila Bleichteld, Sydney Elster, Art Steinberg, Joanna Brizdle, Dale Casto, Betsy Prescott, Velma Rice. KNEELING: Tom Zierk, Anne Bridge, Terry Sheahan, Patty Dodd, Margot Victor, Howie Maier- hofer, Bob Hertz, Jay Morley. STANDING: Sue Hecht, Loma Allen, Joe Bell, Clay Smith, Harry Nichols, David Brede- meier, Robert Glenn, Joe Sanders, Ronny Bell, Mr. Silsby. ABSENT: Ginny Anderson. 'l7

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BONNE NUITI Bonne nuit, a tout le monde. Le iour est fini, et la lune ronde Monte au ciel en son beau char, Les astres suivant sous son etendard. THE FRESHMAN CLASS Bonne nuit, a toute chose, A toutes les Fleurs, au lis, a'la rose! Bonne nuit, E1 mes amis, Aux petits oiseaux dans leurs iolis nids! Bonne nuit, chers pere et mere! Pres de mon lit ie dirai ma priere. -Veillez sur moi, Dieu des cieux, Et faites que ie sois bon et heureux! By A. G. Gay ' sooo NIGHT Good night to all the world below The day is o'er, and the moon, old and slow, Climbs in his beautiful chariot to the heavenly glow, And behind him on his path, the little stars are twinkling so. Good night to everyone we say, To all the flowers-roses and lilies-, as our light fades away Good night to my friends near and far, and to the little birds, au revoir! Good night my parents, for you are dear, Near my bed I say my prayers for only God to hear! Watch over me please, God of The Sky, And make me good until I die! Lynn Moree Grade X THOSE T.V. BLUES We've had our T.V. set awhile, It's become a family craze. I like to sit down with a smile And drift into that T.V. haze. I peer intently at the screen Watching a story of World War ll. Before me is a created scene When all at once the picture's through. Upon the screen appears the sign: The picture's bad, don't touch your set. The trouble is hidden in the line. I think, How crazy can you get. Soon the picture's working fine And all is peaceful-that is, until- The tube blows out, it starts to whine, Or the neighbor next door turns on his dr: We're quite convinced T.V.'s all right To all of us that have the time To sit and peer from noon till night. And it's hard to make this last line rhyme Bob Montgomery, Grade X SEATED: Scott Walls, Jack Merkley, Ellen Ganey, Don Lischer, Carmina Stewart, Doris Rantucci, Douglas Johnston. KNEELING: Pat Johnson, Beth Cheplove, Crista Grauer, Gabby Stevens, Judy Bridge, Carol Kimball, Ginny Pres- cott, Andy Kavinoky. STANDING: Emmy Lou Gray, Fritz Wertman, laura Damon, Carol Waters, Bill Meadows, James Whitehead, Philip Tschopp, Mrs. Parmelee. ABSENT: Dick Detrick. I9