Rockland High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Rockland, ME)

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THE CAULDRON 15 LAMENT OF THE HUNGRY OR O, MY ACHING STOMACH!! What manner of men are these crude beasts That torture and coax this hungry soul To deprive its mind of great knowl- edge Which supposedly is his true goal. Then, as this slaving creature's hope dies With a sigh of longing and despair There peals a most melodious tone When the passing bell pierces the air. This person joins the orderly march Shoved and pushed 'til he's clear of the room Each man for himself, drawn by food or Driven by what in the lab went boom! In his home-room he sits quietly Hooting and whistling to his friend, Joe To save him a chair at the table For his desk's in the very last row. The last in each row at attention, Tell of those who forgot to report When the signal is given, excused! They take-off like a P-40 escort. In the midst of this rolling stampede Is our hero stepped on and dragged 'Til reaching his place fthe end of linel He stands drooping, weary and, fagged. Then, spying Joe a wee bit ahead He creeps one half a mile to join him But still, ahead is another pal Who is almost in sight of the gym! But a firm strong hand on his collar, CA1as, with nary a warning sign,J Makes him do a complete about face Andlhe's marched to the end of the ine. Nearing the end of this tedious hike He hears the patter of many big feet And the line of teachers cut their way In, receiving their plates all well heaped. Finally arriving worn and weak He holds out his tray as they pile on Tomato juice, cracker, pickle, what more? You are just slightly late, so file on. So you see what he has to go through What this poor skinny mortal must bear! No wonder his goal is never attained And the teacher thinks he's half there. LORRAINE CURRY AND MARY SAWYER PASSING SORROW O'er the winding road I wandered Heedless of the storm and windg Knowing not of time and hunger But of aching heart within. O On and on I stumbled forward Seeking rest within my soul, For death fills Youth with blinding passion, Eased by time and God alone. Ere the storm reached its full fury And the evening time was spentg Back I turned and calm prevailed, Sorrow had at last relent. MARY SAWYER THE NEST Up in a tree I see a robin, Working steadily, bending low. Building with care of ages Shelter, for his young who grow. Toiling slowly every season, With a patience known to God, As the will to work and prosper, And be thankful to the Lord. LEO R. CONNELLAN

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14 THE CAULDRON WHEN A MAN TARRIES What is that weaving down the street? Oh, it's Bill in his rickety car. I can't see how it ever runs, Look at that door all ajar. Hi ya, Bill, need any gas? Oh, you're still using kerosene. Well, how about oil? Don't tell me now I'm sure you think fish oil keen. Say, where are you going today, Bill? Way up to Appleton Ridge? Now, why are you going so far away? Oh, to see your best girl Midge. Do you think she will hold together, Bill? No, not Midge, this rickety car. That motor is knocking and pounding And that Ridge is pretty far. I don't think she's put together right. What's that wire nailed to the seat? I can't understand your workmanship. Just where do you put your feet? So you think you got quite a bargain When you paid thirteen ninety-four. How do you get her home, Bill? Oh, they towed it to your door. The tires are thinner than paper. Do you carry a jack or a pump? When you get to that Ridge, Bill, You'll think that you're flying the Hump. Did you stop for anything special, Bill, A tire, or maybe a patch? Oh, there's nothing in particular, You just wanted to borrow a match. Well, I guess you'll have to crank, Bill 3 She turns a wee bit hard. Oh, you say that you don't mind that? But you should be on your guard. Your face is awful red, Bill, Your eyes are bulging too. If you keep on with that grinding, I don't know what you'll do. You say that I'm not to worry, There's no cause for alarm, You're all through trying to crank her. Oh, I see, you broke your arm! DIANE CURTIS THE GANG AT ROCKLAND HIGH Oh we've rowed our boat together, Each man at his oar, Through four long years of high school We'll remember ever more. We have fathomed every ripple of a Mathematic stream, We have rowed the reinforcement For Caesar's glory dream. We have finally reached the harbor, Life's great opened swinging door. Now who will be companion to us On this foreign shore? Oh, Gang at dear old Rockland High, What lies around the bend? Who will stop and clasp our hands, And hail us-friend? Who will give us all the comforts All the push and helping hand? And when we need a bit of help, Who will understand? Oh, once we stuck together As members of a crew Who rowed a boat evenly, loyally And true. But in every battle, in order to sur- V1Ve, Many will forget his mate Just to stay alive. It is then that I will worry And gaze up at the sky. And wish, and wish that I was back At dear old Rockland High. We've been friends here! Mates here! Immortal time will tell That when we rowed together We rowed our good ship well. LEO R. CONNELLAN

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16 THE CAULDRON MY TREASURES The lighthouse on the cliff of rock, The angry surf below, The spruce trees and the sea gulls-- These things I love and know. The sails close-hauled, and helm set true, The wind, a whetted knife, The salty tang and balsamed air- They set my course of life. The bright buoys ring, flash, and roll, The waves, some blue some gray, The granite ledges, white and clean- All seem to turn my way. For I was born of sail and wave To the call of the open sea, Of spruce and pine and lighthouse tall- These treasures mine are free. LEATRICE C. NUTT THE JOYS OF LIFE There's many things we've given To make our lives sublime. I To put a twinkle in our eyes, And help us pass the time. And one of them's a merry stream A heading for the sea- Singing as it rolls along, Singing merrily. LEO R. CONNELLAN MY WORLD I look out on this world of mine And think how great a thing That God has put me on an earth Where hopes of peace still ring. The woods I roam in spring's hushed shade, Their great wonders shedding Light to mystic nature's kingdom, Revealing Beauty's wedding. The quiet stillness stirs me deeply, Whispers, softly lulling me. Visions show me dreamy pictures, As I pass each nodding tree. If, when I am sad and lonely, I can count on this my lea For thoughts that tell me all I lack, Content then comes with harmony. I sometimes wonder if others too, While wandering through the evergreen, Could feel the peace of that great vastness, And nature's sights unseen. At times, when things do not seem right, When you feel the urge to brood- Just wander through my paradise And let it change your mood. BARBARA LUFKIN