Woodbury High School - Warrior Yearbook (Woodbury, CT)

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 EXODUS THE OTHER SIDE Your Genesis is ended, Here’s a new book to begin. I don’t wont to climb to the top of the hill And see the other side, The state of preparation. No longer are you in. I like this low valley, the soil that I till. The cot where I abide. You have grown to hold the burden; You have learned the ways and means; I don’t want to scale the steep mountain slope, To view the scene beyond. We give you your leave; your furlough And the stage to act your scenes. I dreamt of that side, and it is my hope. To keep adreaming on. The stage, the whole wide world we give. The scenes you’ll find therein, There might be some castles or houses of old. Over the hill from here, It all depends on how you act. Whether you lose or win. Your Exodus is now to start, Each page is clean and white. There might be some treasures like silver and gold, Or gems in price, most dear. But, I don’t want to climb to the very hill Go on the stage and act your part. You have this book to write. And act it well this part of yours, A Portia, not a Shylock, be. top. And see the other side For fear that perhaps.my dreams were not Just what the hill might hide. Go out this House of Learning’s doors, A successful Terminus to see. Currants TRAVELING THROUGH IMAGINATION Swinging, Swaying, ’Neath the high noon sun. Clustered, It’s wonderful to have a mind To take you far away; Forgetting all domestic things, Letting you rest and stray. Flustered, Rubies, everyone. Pendants from a lady’s ears A mind that takes you off your work. And lets you cast adrift, For work is like a heavy fog Which you should often lift. The mind is cheaper than a book, And better than a boat. On a Currant Bush There are no lands you cannot see, Like a lady at a ball, stately, clear, It dances in a gown of green Shining 'neath the gleaming, golden chan- No seas you cannot float. Into the future, back to the past, Or to the far off stars, delier; Below the sun; a summer queen. Go where you wish or where you might. To Atlantis or to Mars. Page Thirty-Three

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 LAUS DEO The couple came into the shop from the back I have seen him toil, hour after hour, over room and the elderly cobbler added, smiling: shoes. Yes, day after day. I have seen his dull. Yes, to home.” He looked up to the ceiling. black eyes—as they slowly looked up when I raised his arms to it and muttered, eyes closed: entered his shop. I have seen his coarse, shaggy hair, his wrinkled face, his black mustache, hid- Laus Deo! Da Po! Italia! Home!” ing a drooping dumb mouth. But I saw him yes- terday—with wet eyes sparkling through the He dried his eyes. The lady, head down. moisture. He smiled as he lovingly handled the shoes, and glanced up quickly when a customer clenched her apron tightly and muttered in a scarcely audible voice: came in. His face was smiling and unwrinkled. Yes, it seemed beautiful. I wondered. Home! Oh, Laus Deo! ♦ Often as I have walked down the main city street, I have noticed a bent, gray black-eyed, sad woman. She would pause on the curb, then trembling hurry across the busy street, and go on; head bowed and melancholy. But I met her today, head lifted, her eyes shining jet-like, her wrinkles smoothed, and a smile, soft and WHITHER?” sweet dwelt on her lips. She looked younger, much younger, her real age, with her sorrows lifted. She did not see me—she passed by. I wondered. ♦ We pause to say, Farewell,” And to ourselves we’re asking Whither?” Two pairs of glistening black eyes, two care- We have seen you grow and learn; worn faces smiling. Should I not wonder? Watched you study and recite; That evening I took my shoes down to that cobbler’s to be resoled. As I gave the young Seen your deeds and your actions. Good and bad and otherwise. man, (the son), the shoes, I saw in the back- And we pause, asking, Whither?” room the man and the woman, standing hand in hand by the window, their backs to me. I was You have heard of the roads, wondering when the boy spoke up: The paths, both of right and wrong; You have been told of the best; Good evenin’, Mister. Been a fine day. Mister ” Guided toward the zenith of toil; Shown the greatest that is, and should be. I looked up at a beaming face. I had seen To use, to profit by, and know; that same face, now smiling, sneer and laugh a careless laugh, and now I wondered. And we leave you to yourselves, Asking ourselves, wonderingly, Yes,’ I murmured. Ever curiously, Whither?” Mario,” I said slowly. Some will watch you silently; Yes, mister?” Some that love, will pray for you; Some will give their best wishes; You seem happy, Mario.” And others will wait, patiently, Oh! Mister. Should I not be happy? Should But now we ask ourselves, Whither?” we not be happy? I am tired of America, it is Whither?” we ask, and do you reply, Wait?” Then we will wait, bad. It has taught me bad things. It is freer, yes, but I am tired of it. I go back to the place Wondering and curious. where I played as a boy by the big river—back to Italy—to the Po, too,” as he had been saying As you now start to answer this, he had been staring past me at the blank That question, simply, Whither?” wall, but now he looked into my eyes, and hes- itated. C. R. ABBOTT ’33 Page Thirty-Two

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