Wilmington High School - Hourglass Yearbook (Wilmington, MA)

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SO EKD YQ NOW THQ CLASS OF '41 So end we new the Class of fofty-one We will not be T turn ng next September We scatter with the villiul winds of Fate, But with sunk baggy moments to rcmcnbcr. As students adjustlng ourselves to this lifeg The unlimited hope in the dim future's callg These carziren four years must soon pass away. I would that the fm Our class will change That same gay cllq It's gone--and all th Is just a wisp of x trys be bright for us alll and never will regain an-tlat porject symmetry. tfs left for us ,istful pemory. Fyrne Watters '41

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ON TAL WAY Out of the house I dash, Down the street like a flash, Around the corner and over the hill That's where I meet my pal Bill. Together we hurry to get the bus, But really we don't have to rush. Up the street, books in hand, At the bus stop we both land. We wait around till we hear, Qhe sound of a motor coming near. Surely it can't he the bus now, But, yes, it is anyhow. In we get and take a seat, And all our friends we do meet. Down the street Ve roll along, Someone in back tries singing a song We can't stand it another minute, So we tell 'im Put a nickle in it. Suddenly a spit-hall flies, And a little voice replies, NI'll get you for that, you rat,H But of course still hc sat. The bus rolls on and nearer we get, To that stop of deep regret. And other voices fill the air, Which sounds like a singing mare. Then a silence of peace and quite, But its just as calm before a riot. Now we've arrived at the school, Everyone is calm and cool. This is the end of our ride, So now we are all satisfied. Gordon Mann I'