Rockland High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Rockland, ME)

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18 THE CAULDRON POETRY THE BALLAD OF THE SEA GULL -1- Young Warren launched himself a yacht The Sea Gull was her name A strong wind came from out the North And blew her far from hame. -2- Warren, My Son, Where have you gone? Come hame to me, I pray The wind is strong, the sea is dark Oh son, don't go away . fNutel -3- O, Mither, don't fear for your son For I will come to thee The wind is fair, and Iill return If thou'll but wait for me. CSulidesj . -4- Go get your brother, who,s adrift Out on the ocean deepf, His brother, Fred, was very quick To say he had to sleep. QSleeperj -5- And Fred replies he has no boat So he constructs a raft. But then a thunder storm comes up And Fred is in a draft. QBlaisdelll -6- Young WVarren,s wrecked on rock off shore Poor boy, poor boy, indeed. No smokes, no eats, no gingerale A boat to him must speed. QFowliel -7- O birds on high, a message take To save my life for me And give it to the Sea Scouts brave For they will come by seaf' QGeorgej -3- The storm she was a living thing The true she rose right soon The planks let go, the ribs they broke He clombed out on the boom. C Catcombej -9- The birds have told the Sea Scouts brave Of Warren and his plight And they make haste to rescue him fHis mitlier waits this nightj fMunrol -10- The Sea Scouts went to save his life They got a dory small The Sea Gull was a poor wrecked ship That was a loss to all. fMcWillia1nsj -11- He called for them to hurry soon The tide was coming fast And he wished to go home before His life's blood had run past. fFlintj -12- Young Warren saw the Sea Scouts' boat Coming o'er the crest And soon he heard a booming voice Sit down, you crazy pestlv QOptionalQ 13 Young Warren saw the Sea Scouts' boat And from his wreck he hailed Fair soon they brought him back again As to his hame he sailed. fClarkj The End Written by Summer School Class English IV July 9, 1945.

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THE CAULDHON 17 gone to his law ollice. Duncan had been trying to borrow money from his would-be friends for two days, but to no avail. Finally, in desperation, he had returned to his uncle's home Friday night. As no one was home he decided to open the safe and take the money that he needed. Yes, steal the money, or do anything to get it in his urgent need. We interrupt this program, and Duncan was snapped back to the present as he listened, to bring you the startling news that Iudge Homer Adler was found dead in the study of his home--- Hearing this, a train of reminiscences went through Duncan's mind. Yes, as Duncan had been t1'ying to open the safe, Judge Adler had come into his study and barked, What are you doing here? I am going to call the policef' As he started to the telephone Duncan remembered the gun in the left hand drawer of the desk, Leaping to the drawer he pulled it open and, grabbing the gun, pointed it at his uncle. If you telephone the policef he screamed, 'Tll shoot. Watching his uncle advance toward the telephone, he pulled the trigger. He heard the explosion and watched his uncle fall to the floor. Without stopping to examine the fallen body, Duncan threw the gun at his uncleis side, dashed out of the house, into his car, and drove away. Now, as the wheels turned faster and faster, Duncan thought of his uncle lying on the floor and what would happen to him if he were caught. He was trying to think of some explanation or some place to hide, as the speedometer went from 50 to 60 to 70. Finally coming back to his surroundings he heard the news announcer say - and evidently the judge had the intention of taking his life as a gun was found by his body with one shell gone. This afternoon the judge's personal physician had told him that his days were numbered because of a weak heart. The shot was merely a blank catridge and it was the shock that killed him. Hearing this, Duncan's heart leaped with joy and anticipation. Now he could pay his racing debts, and take the trip to Bermuda he had planned. Why, he was on easy street. No, he was not sorry for his dead uncle, only sorry that it had not been done befo1'e. Realizing that it was getting late and wishing to hurry back and inquire about collecting the money, Duncan drew his eyes back to the road. Suddenly a look of intense horror appeared on his face. In front of him was a sharp curve with a sheer drop below. Duncan was too terrified to try to prevent the inevitable, and with a shudder the car plunged through the rail to the ledges fifty feet below. When the police got there Duncan had died of a broken neck. Still the soft, haunting voice of a girl could be heard singing her theme song, Slowly, I opened my eyes -- . Betty Gray

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THE CAULDRON 19 QBALLAD OF THE SHOOTING OF THE BOOL QWith apologies to Geoffrey Chaueerj A Certain braggart' wunse ther was, Hoo dwelt of Tomas-toun. Upon biz farm a bool ther was, With hyd ful ruddie-broun. A braggart was he cooled becoz Ol' tol tails had he tolled. The fortene-yere-olled fysh he cot YVas, I trow, but fore inunthes olled. The ruddie bool upon hiz farm, But Hv handes was he hi. The bool to no-won wood due harm- Eek unto a fli. Of rashun kyupuns the mon had nun To lil hiz empty got, Sew from the kayse he snatched liiz gllll, And in the barn the bool he shot. ln the toun he orfan tells Of how the bool he slade. The monstrus bool, that doun the rode Was chaysing a fare made. Ile thew awai hiz phouling-pees, As doun the rode he phlede To stop the bool, who had cot the made, And tawsed her on her hede. The mouthe of the bool he opun phorsedg Thruste doun hiz arme sew thine, And grabbed hiz tale, and tugged and pulled, And turned hymn owtside in. But Wee, since We no the truth of the tail, Kan sey he waz tuting his tuta. F ur he iz the mon hoo is nowne to hav groan To be Tomas-toun's greatest bool shuta . Kenneth A. Chatto Paul M. Payson THE YANKEE CLIPPER To the New England Clipper ships of Cod, of man and sail I give you this, New England,s hail A clipper ship of sail and booming gale The clipper ship, the ship that couldn't fail. You've sailed a whole world's oceans o,er You've given us rich, full ocean loreg The past saw you bring your country greatness, ' It saw you give your country proudness. New England made you of Vermont oak New England,s lives and hearts you broke, Carolinais pitch was in your seams You carried Carolinais hopes and dreams. American cotton gave it toughness, That your sails might stand the rough- ness, The shipwright and carpenter gave their A arts, Your men and masters gave their hearts. New England gave her salty sons That you might make those wondrous runs. Around the Cape and Horn you went Wherever God's winds were sent.