Colebrook Academy - Clipper Yearbook (Colebrook, NH)

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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-

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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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MTOKC HL IGHT IN HOL .LANDJJ In the Colonel's eye was anger that was burning bright as flame, But the voice he raised contained no hint of wrath, USO The Torch is due in Holland,n he remarked with musing eyes, As a plan formed in his brain, he gave a laugh. From the daring deeds The Torch had done the crushed had taken heart For his name meant life to those who, marked for death, Still had faith in country, pride in death, and loyalty forever, Though the sacrifice might cost the last proud breath. Ma: uerading as The Torch, the Colonel set a Dutchman freew- t H, the kind of act The Torch himself would do! ' A . ah. the Colonel's plan was working, and he knew he'd reap reward From Berlin, since he had taken up the clue. Tlylf' Shen he learned the rebels' plans, the Colonel told his men to wait At the dyke, where they must stop the planned attack. All the while Jan Meera complained of Hmice who nibble at a forth, For his thoughts toward sabotage were very black. In a cave the Colonel found the place of meeting of the spiesg His triumphant hour was very near at hand, And he felt for his revolver, and he took it in his hand, For there might be harder fight than he had planned. From the outside came a whistleg first it sounded low and calm, Then the whistle swelled in melody and song. nThere Will Always Be an Englandn was the faith the song declared, Not a move the Colonel made. He must be wrong! But the voice that he could hear sounded right within the cave, Quick he turned and saw Jan Meers, who had a gun. Then the Dutchman spoke and said, Hhs spiders have you, little flyln And the Colonel was so shocked he could not run. nhy dear Colonel,n Jan said then, nbe sure The Torch is not around when you try to masquerade to catch some spiesln How amazed the Colonel was to find Jan Meers to be The Torch! But just then a sound roared out to shake the skies! HAf,un1t10n dumps, dear Colonel,U said The Torch with laughter grim, nYou warned your men to seize us at the dyke. While your Nazis wait, we'll bomb your largest planes and start some I fires, Wo'll make damage as you've never seen the likeln In the eyes of the democracies the Dutch have done good work, With the conquered countries ready to rebel, With the people holding high the torch of freedom for us all, We shall soon read how the Nazi order fell! A B. Marshall '45 -1'7-