Colebrook Academy - Clipper Yearbook (Colebrook, NH)

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wx ff 3.71 f' :ge at wir, ea 'J-I as All - ,J- Jv-n2gQQ5! Q IES , ! g1A V S . A 'B .AHA ffl 'l l '-'- T 21? .0 l r4E,AQ G u ' AMERICA SQNGWN How W 1 N TE It silently the snow is sifting there And sparkling bright against the golden sun! The boys and girls all think the snow is fun, As snowballs are seen flying through the air. Now shouts of joy and laughter quick go by As one on skiis takes a happy run, And swiftly sleds come o'er the hill top dung But still and softly snow goes sifting by. How gloomy years would be without a winter With all its merry joys and brisk, cold days And flying, sparkling, red, and yellow cinders! God made winter fun in many ways. What though the wind blows hard and fear imparts, New England snow brings joy to many hearts. Arlene Forbes '45 - r'r fr r'r WIN fm WQNDLALA ND The snow is piled in drifts of white And sparkles with the stars at night. The trees are clad with ice and snowg At night they shimmer in moon-glow. The firs are frosted like a cake, Their shadows blue upon the lakeg stately grace, space. They stand in tall and Looking into trackless The snow falls down in Upon the fields and on powdery flakes the lakes. it clouds the sun and fades its lightg It drapes the world in blanket white. Lorraine Covell '44 -l5-

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claimed some biscuits made outer that flour I sold them made him sick. I Buckwheat: He said it gave the cat pneumonia, so why shouldn't it make him sick? Pauncho: Well, anyway, Mrs. Raymond came in here and wanted me to refund her money. I give her 10 cents for the bag it was in. Bub: That ain't what she told me. She said the cat got sick from eating potato peelings, and she didn't think the flour made Gabby sick, either. She reckoned it was all right to play jokes on Gabby, because she thought after a while he'd learn to stay' home. K Buckwheat: She told me she thought we went entirely too far last night but she would forgive us if we never did it again. lEnter Gabby, who promptly falls into an open molasses barrel.D All: UShe'l1 never forgive us nowln CQuick Curtainj M. McNeal, H. Raymond H. Eastmen, L. Parker Collaborators FROM THE OPERETTA. OUR TOWN . I came down here to take a nap, , But I could not do, for some old sap Had to ring the bell and wake me up, For that I'd like to smack that pup. The one who called I think I know-- Either Hitler or Hirohito. Between you'n me they're two old punks, They're just plain low-down dirty skunks. But now to change my tone of voice, I'll sing to all the Allied boys, Who, we agree, are brave and true. They'll fight for me and you and you. I don't know what I'm kicking for, 'Cause after all, we are at war. I really think that it's worth while-- So let's all take it with a smile. Sung by John Drew at Control Room Miss Alexander: With what must each syllable begin when separating a word? J. Drew: A hyphen. -14-

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A .MESSENGEKS MDE fBalladJ Straight on and on the young man rode, Urged on his coal-black horse, Stood up in saddle, wet his lips, And slightly changed his course O'er rolling plain, down sandy dip, Through brush as big as treeg, The message that he bore, he knew, Would turn the enemy. , The dying soldiers fighting there Would thrill at what he'd done, And he would help them to outwit The planning of the Hun. Oh, what a feeling through him ran! At last a part he played, The war maneuvers of the foe At last would be delayed. As near the battlefield he drew, A silence, deep and grim-- No flying shells, no roaring guns, No battle--greeted him The youthful rider did not know His comrades all were killed, And that the trenches, wet with mud, Were with their bodies filled, So on he rode, supposing that His captain 'waited himg And, spirits high, he rode into The city dark and grim. A shout! Four men one man against, A flying horse, coal-black. A single chance the boy had not In that surprise attack.......... At home a mother knits a row Along a sweater brown. She does not know her only son Is in the battle down.... A limp form hangs from wooden beamg The sun is going by. He was so young and innocent-- Why did he have to die? VG. Covell '44 -lg-