Ashland High School - Echoes Yearbook (Ashland, ME)

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Eclloes of A. fl. .51 . ...L W in Y- .V 1949 THE CAPTAIN'S BUTTONS The old, old legend As 'twas told to me j When I was a youngster W On grandpappy's knee. Was, if any captain Who sailed the great sea Should forfeit his buttons His misfortune 'twould be. And any a vessel He should sail from then on Would be in great peril Of the winds and the storm. The hold would become . Infested with rats. They'd float in his water And sleep in his hats. He'd run out of food Many miles from the shore. His chance for survival Would be very poor. So, you unfortunate captains To keep out of hann. Better build you a cottage Or live on a farm. - Marilyn Berry THE STORY OF A BABY-SITTER One night my next-door neighbor went out for the evening. She asked me to keep house for her, and sit with her children. She has three boys, Robert. Errol and David. When I arrived, they were all eating oranges and as soon as their parents left they started throwing seeds at each other. I tried to make them behave. but all I got was a squirt of orange juice in the eye. After about one-half hour they started getting ready for bed. Everything was all right until David suggested that they play hide-and-go-seek. I said, No, let's wait until you get undressed and have your clothes picked up, then you can play. Like all children. they didn't want to wait. Oh boy, what a game! l Before they had finished, one had a bloody nose. and the other a lump on his head. This was the end of the game. By then, it was time to go to bed anyway. Now, the trouble really did start. Errol wanted to sleep with David. I said,- All right. but no noise. Before I got down- stairs, Robert decided that he wanted to get into bed with the other two. I said. defi- nitely not. But he went in, just the same. Everything was quiet for about ten minutes. I had just settled down with a nice book and a piece of fudge, when Bang , one of them had fallen on the floor. The other two started giggling. I jumped up and dashed upstairs. When I reached the door, Wham, I got a shoe in the face. I dodged that one and tumed on the light. There on the floor was David sound asleep. In the bed the other two were just as quiet as little mice. I went over to the bed and got Robert up and made him go into his own bed, then I picked up David and put him back in bed. I no sooner reached the' foot of the stairs than David began screaming. Up the stairs I ran again. When I reached the bed- room. Errol said, l just rolled on David. To quiet them, I had to read a story. After I had finished the story, I put them all in separate beds. For the last time I went downstairs. At that moment, a car drove into the yard. How glad I was that the parents had arrived. What a relief!--An easy way to make money?-Not at all- my illusions in that respect, have entirely disappeared. Alta Currier ix I 1 W 1 F .

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1949 Echoes of A. II. .S'. magazines .which declare that they have just the thing for people i.n my condition. But my mother, who believes she is very wise and experienced, insists that such remedies as they advertise are more hann- ful than they are good and strictly forbids me to ever use them. Personally I believe my mother is inclined to be cruel and enjoys seeing me suffer the way I do. Of course I may be prejudiced CI won't say jealous or envious! because my mother does not suffer from the same condition I do. I expect that I am exaggerating some- what when I say my condition is abnormal. But can one truthfully say a girl is normal when she is overweight fifty pounds. No. I don't believe one can. Which reminds me: I'm hungry. Oh dear, my poor figure. Cherry Bolstridge r.As'r IOURNEY HOME I am on my way to a small town with a very good friend of mine. This is the last time we shall ever be together. I will be returning to my own town in about five days, but I have to say good-by to this very dear friend. We were once buddies, and I will always remember him, but now he doesn't remember a thing. We met when we were going to college about four years before the war. He always made the dean's list while I was out having plenty 'of fun on the baseball field. He. had to work hard to get the money to help pay for his education, but he always had time to help the other person. Some of the gang used to go up to his room and have him explain things that they could not understand. He would explain them very carefully and the gang knew he was almost always right. After we left college he secured a good paying job and was making good money. When December 7, 1941 came, however, he was about one of the first to receive the uniform of the U. S. Army. He was trained and soon rose to the rank of lieutenant with a choice of either staying here to help train others or going into active duty. Active duty was his choice. He was in the Pacific Area for about a year and a half and then he went to France. ,He had been in France for about six months, when he was first wounded. A piece of shrapnel hit him in the leg. It soon healed and he was back on duty. After getting out of the hospital he was assigned to the front lines. He was wounded again, this time a bullet through the right lung. We hurried him back to the hospital, but he didn't last long. He was buried with the service of only a short prayer. Now that the war is over, he is one of the great many boys who lost their lives for their country and failed to return home. The train is almost there now. I must get ready to meet his parents and loved ones. It will be hard for them at first, but they should feel very lucky to have this boy back with them. Many of the others will never return. Ellen Ellis WANDEREITS PRAYER When I am old and feeble And have no place to roam, I hope I may return And make this land my home. I shall look back and smile On all that I have done. I'll think of all the things I've seen And just how far I've come. I always planned to travel: To see the world around. To run the swiftest river: To climb the highest hill. As the years go slowly past: To the Lord, my life I'll give Ever onward, as I go: These plans, I pray, I shall fulfill. F. I. Morris -Q l 1 I 4 A I

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1949 Ecboes of A. ff. st IIS Holland Hews was anxious to know his I. Q. After repeated requests Mr. MacLaughlin consulted the records. shook his head dubiously, and asked Holland if he had any trouble feeding himself. Now the poor lad is really worried. in in in 1 Eugene Michaud was being reprimanded by his home-room teacher for his habitual tardiness and she noticed that he kept putting a finger in one of his ears. Said the teacher, Please take your finger out of your ear when I am speaking to you . Answered Eugene. Well, you are always saying that what you tell me goes in one ear and out the other. I am just plugging this ear up so what you are saying can't get out. w- for -r x , 1 One of Dean Winslow's class-mates noticed him walking around with a noticeably protruding abdomen. They asked why he was walking that way. Oh . he answered cheerfully, I told the principal I had a stomach ache and he said to stick it out until noon then I could go home . -of -r af at Mrs. Tilley tells Polly McNamara that she belongs to the speaker sex as she is a very oft' spoken in- dividual. ' is 4 is at Mr. MacLaughlin in Democracy class on March 13: It becomes increasingly difficult to support the govern- ment and a family on the same income. in at 4 in Mr. MacLaughlin to F. Morris in Democracy: You can't sleep in my class . Freddie: Ii you didn't talk so loud I could . if x at -u Mrs. Tilley: Eugene. why are you late ? Eugene: School started before I got here . as ar is is Salesman: Why this machine will do half your work . Mr. Buckley: Fine. I'll take two oi them . at in ir a Alan Hancock to his mother: What did you do with my shirt ? Mrs. Hancock: Sent it to the laundry . Alan: Ye Gods, all the parts ot speech were on the cuffs . in x in at Mr. Porter: Chase, what is Nitrate of Sodium ? Chase: Half the day rate I suppose . Mr. Porter: Come, give me the answer please . Ioanne Labbe: I can't say it but it is on the tip of my tongue . Cherry B.: Gracious don't swallow it . It is Arsenic . IF il il ll Betty Io, my love, you are an angle . Wrote Iunior St. Pete- She must have been a fearsome sight. Was she obtuse or was she right? I hesitate to state for tear ot wrangle But I think B. I. is a cute angle. is 1 is 1 Mr. Winslow: There is ten dollars gone from my cash drawer, Dean. You and I are the only people who had keys to that drawer . Dean: Well, suppose we each pay SS. and say no more about it . ill it lk lk An angry student at A. H. S. went to Mrs. Tilley to see the scoundrel who wrote the libelous article about him. You will have to be patient , said Mrs. Tilley. He is out attending the funeral ol the student who called to get satisfaction yesterday . if Ill it 8 Miss Di Mauro: Did you write this poem yoursslf ? F. Morris: Yes, every line of it . Miss Di Mauro: Then I am glad to meet you, Edgar Allen Poe. I thought you died long ago . at wk s- at Mr. Buckley: No more poker for me. I played last night and they cleaned me out . Mr. MacLaughlin: How much did you lose ? Mr. Buckley: Sixty cents . ' Mr. MacLaughlin: You weren't very dirty, were you . lk lk H 1 K. Diedricksen: Gimme a dime's worth of Asafe- tida, and Mom says to charge it . C. Iimmo: All right: what's your name ? Diedricksen: Diedricksen . C. Iimmo: Take it for nothing . I ain't going to spell Asaietida and Diedricksen for no dime . at at at -r Mr. Ayer: My boy, I never kissed a girl until I met your mother. Will you be able to say the same to your son ? Buddy: 0h. yes. but not with such a straight face . nil