Show ' k : t' THE SALT LAKE TRIBUNE JUNIOR SUNDAY MORNING Page Eight MARCH 22 1935 1 Tlie"TriI)une Junior it were Beginning4 as nothing Illuminating golden scrolls When printing presses came in use Boys and girls read "Mother Goose” Then simple woodcuts led the from Only the hope of a future You struggled ever onward Steadily aspiring to new goals K of Y we salute you! way For picture books with colors gay Accept our appreciation You proved a means of expression For individuality and creative desires We are what you helped us to be Designers in business or home K of Y we salute you! MARJORIE MELLOR Manti Medalist June 1930 Oh modem child look back -- CLARISSA chrome "in your fragile crystal home This drawing by Lael Woolsey was selected to use with this page of poems because of its elfin quality which seems to mark it as especially suitable to be used in this connection At least that’s what I thought! That all unhappy thoughts s' But I had hours for play And books galore to read And I had my doll Oh I was surely gay With joy supreme indeed I would in vain recall Meditations of a Sleepy Pupil up at the mantel clock U stares at me and goes tick-- n tock 12 o’clock— Ah me! know — Ah me! I don’t have my speech I hope my new dress is colored peach I wonder if I’ll like the beach Ah me! Well I’m not getting anywhere Just sitting in this rocking chair I wonder should I dye my hair? Ah me! ’I’ve rubbed my eyes until they’re red And I’m surprised dead I guess Oh well that I’m not I’ll go to bed Ah me! BERNELL WINN Smithfield Childhood Days Gladsome thoughts of childhood Come rushing back again In a flash of Joy Why I misunderstood How happy I was then Doth me now annoy V h t1 t —y 61 ij t r- - toll at home and school 'And do what others ought II worked without reward Z was the family mule vIAnd t i I had to work too hard r l Reminiscences Sometimes I am dreadfully lone- For the days that are gone and past When my thoughts In fancy wandef To bygone times that would not last The Joys of childhood’s happy dream As I again these days relive Come creeping in upon my mind— To make them real how much I’d give! And then came Joy When happy later days of hours slipped quickly by As I in Knighthood’s charming work Piled fondest memories high And often now when times are drear I turn to Knighthood’s cherished page And read as memories come to me star With diamonds in your eyes Prithee flash’s smile to me Wave a white arm slim and fair Mona pale moon glows Sifting its silvery beams far Into the night Myriads of stars Like diamonds onf velvety blackness shining Cast a radiant luster On the shadowy scenes below In your rainbow fairy land Dancing with your fays— One with all that happy band Through rainbow tinted days— Would that I could share your home Rainbow’s daughter Polychrome! LAEL WOOLSEY Silence Salt Lake City Darkness Mystery some Rainbow’s daughter fairy fay Golden haired arid young and gay Dancing down a turquoise From your rainbow ecstasy Sending kisses merrily skies! Through ruby-ros- y A and on To leave the past behind: We never miss the day Till it is from us gone — Impossible to find! ZELDA NEWTON Mona Topnotcher December 1931 I hope it’s started in to snow as- Night Night— As life speeds on mind is flitting to and fro Where it may light I do not suage DOROTHY NEWTON Medalist June 1935 And so it is alway My Aw heck! And T Scented by a fragrance sweet Of violet or rose— Freshened by a sapphire rain Cooled by dew of amethyst Or shining silver-topa- z misj Where sunbeams brought the sun again And beauty grows low When day began to c?ase And lo! I saw a gorgeous scene A scfne of calm and peace A home is such a sacred place Our hearts with awe can fill And a scene more lovely than a castle old Is a cabin on a hill WALTER BROMAN Medalist June 1935 ‘ 1933 (Known to all Oz readers) Through a lovely dream I greet Rainbow’s Polydaughter wrath A lonely pine grows by the door Whose roots find only rock But it’s a home that guards— and staves Away the winter’s shock Twas once I viewed it frOfn be- Then its chimes ring Murray To Polychrome shook When winds would wreak their I look WILLIAMS Medalist December A Cabin on the Hill I often saw it standing there On a hill with winding path A cabin whose timbers oft have I and see That all “the best is yet to be” Your newest story’s Just begun— You’re reading only chapter one The Tribune Junior is the Joy Of every Utah girl and boy - To The Tribune Junior Suddenly a star falls Flashes across the sky Leaving a shimmering path That quickly fades I loved you Tribune Junior Indeed! And I still do! I proudly wrote material Published in each issue new And is gone The moon’ rides high Pacing slowly to the westward Low in the east a gray light Is seen Heralding the birth of a new day The lamps in heaven Flicker and slowly recede The glow in the east deepens— Gold pink lavender— The night is gone Where? Who knows? EVELYN Aberdeen I’m for you Tribune Junior And the things you stand for I can’t contribute any more Idaho But I’ll still be true- to you! BERNICE MILLS Tooele Utah - 1929 Time Passes Egyptian boys in ancient ages Read from picture books with pages Made of stone and carved in signs— Circles dashes dots and lines Toiling monks in later times Made the children - picture-rhymes Patiently on parchment rolls Tender memories tucked away In paper quickly fading Stories poems essays And pictures fast are shading too COATNEY Topnotcher June I helped make you successful I enjoyed it oh so much! You helped make me successful Not only in writings but habits Nalda Richardson one of the most popular contributors The Tribune Junior ever had Is a student at the Utah State Agricultural college Gordon McNitt who with his brother Paul went through the complete K of Y course two times Is a student at East high X f |