Ashland High School - Echoes Yearbook (Ashland, ME)

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Elf' tint' rg L I no ' x MISTAKEN AMBITION Mommy, Mommy, called the little boy excitedly, come see the funny man out here. He is playing some kind of a machine and he has the funniest animal wearing a tall hat. Tommy, won't you please be quiet? I have my housework to do and I can't bother with you. Go and play like a good boy and don't get dirty! With these words, tired Mrs. Brown resumed her work. There was still so much to do. Crestfallen blond Tommy, who was lonely and greatly attracted by the man, started to follow him. He didn't intend to run away but, oh, the music sounded so nice and the animal was so funny. Suddenly Mrs. Brown was conscious of a great stillness or quietness in the air. Tommy, who was always talking and laughing, was silent. Tommy, Tommy, where are you? Silence an- swered her spoken plea. What had Tommy wanted this morning? He spoke of a bird,-no. an animal and a man. The man was sing- ing or playing- Just then a notice over the radio in- terrupted Mrs. Brown's thought. Attention, everyone, be on the look- out for an organ grinder and a monkey! This man is a dangerous killer! Last seen on Brooks St. Mrs. Brown almost fainted. Tommv was in danger! It was this man that had attracted Tommy and he had fol- lowed him. Perhaps right now Tom- my's body was lying in some isolated ditch. Mrs. Brown threw down her duster and almost fiew out the door into the street. In her agony she did not think to notify the police. The residents of Brooks St. saw a strange spectacle that afternoon. Mrs. Brown, always so neat and sedate, was running down the street, with no thought of her appearance, sobbing as if her heart would break. Down Brooks Street, up Adams Street, and through Bacon Street-Oh, where was Tommy? Finally she asked a policeman on the street if he knew anything about the organ grinder. Why, yes, answered the policeman, he was caught soon after the radio broadcast. Did he have a small curly-haired boy with him, My Tommy followed him this morning and I can't End him. You said his name was Tommy and he has curly hair, There was a boy with him and he is at the police station. He couldn't remember where he lived. He is probably eating his dinner, now. Mrs. Brown scarcely waited for the policeman to finish, but hiurried to the station. There, she found Tommy, all grins, and with dirty hands and face. As she tucked him into his crib that night, she resolved that she would never again be too tired and busy to listen to Tommy. Housework and the cares of her day were unimportant compared to the safety of her little son. JOAN PIERCE '50 THE LOVING STAR If you were a star Way -up in the sky I'd crawl through the heavens To be where you are. I'd stand in the night And see what I might, But I'd try to be Near you all through the night. MYRNA SOUCIER '53 National Poetry Association

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Frrmt row, left to right: J. McHatten, J. Beaulieu, B. West, J. Prue, E. Rand, P. Web- ber, M. Bartlett, M. Soucier, E. Cowett, C. Pierce, M. St. Peter, M. Colbath. Second row: D. Corbin, L. Lyons, L. Flint, E. Page. S Belyea, N. Cloukey, J. Flint, S. Beaulieu, B. Cloukey, F. Deabay, V. Pelky, B. White, M. Lafalnd, H. Baxter. Third row: D. Soucy, L. Soucier, R. Chasse, C. Goodblood, R. Davenport, D. Cameron, C. Bodge, N. Riley, B. Howes, H. Searway Mr. Buckley. Fourth row: D. Colbath, F. Tardie, P. Bragdon, L. Tardiff, O. Chagnon, IF. Walker, W. Pierce, F. Langille, V. Clark, T. Coffin, R. Grant. FRESHMAN CLASS School opened this year with the Freshman Class the largest by far, with an enrollment of 54. The teachers and upperclassmen were alarmed when they watched the green Freshmen pass in view. But soon the Sophomores took command. The day of Freshman Recep- tion dawn-ed, and with it came the Freshmen in our weird attire. Boys wore make-up, bedroom slippers, bath- ing caps and girls' bathing suits over long underwear. The girls wore rubber boots and burlap sacks, tastefuly sashed with rope, over long underwear. Classes were delayed as we were re- quired to remove our footgear whenever we entered a room. But it was soon over, and we were allowed to take our right- ful places as the newest class of A. C. H. S. We sponsored two socials during the year, which were very successful. Our class officers were: President .,,...,., . . . ..-Paul Webber Vice President ....., .. .... .Marilyn Bartlett Secretary ...,.,,. , .. ,,,.,,.,Edna Rand Treasurer ,. Jeanette Prue

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FLYING SAUCER Look! Away off there in the distance, Very few of us understand its existence. It dips and climbs and glides Accelerates, and stops and slides. Men drop their work and rush To view the object with a quiet hushg Its then that their women-folk get crosser At their silly antics as they gaze at the flying saucer. BLAKE BARTLETT '51 National Poetry Association. SPRINGTIME God created springtime for lovers No one can deny this. He made each little detail As sweet as a lover's kiss. He wove a spell of magic With illusions and expectancy, And filled all hearts with yearning For their true love to be. He took two lonely hearts And awakened them-such bliss, God made the spring of beauty As sweet as a lover's kiss. MARILYN BERRY '52 National Poetry Association SUMMER IN MAINE When I get up in the morning The dew is on the grass, I stand in the doorway crooning For summer has come at last. Cows are in the meadowg trout are in the streamg Deer feeding in the forest-Is it all a dream? When evening shadows are falling And there's nothing more to do The whip-poor-wills are calling, For the long, long day is thrcugh. BETTY Howss '51 National Poetry Association STORMY NIGHT Mom and Dad were at the moviesg the children were all in bed. Oh! how comfortable I was. I was sitting in the big chair, in front of the fireplace, in the living room. I was listening to a very interesting murder mystery and I was trying to study English at the same time. Outside a storm was raging and as the sleet pounded against the window- panes I felt very glad to be safe in my own hlome. Burr!! The thought of it all made me shiver. The story on the radio was getting quite exciting. The robbers had escaped! I was frozen to my chair! I couldn't move! I listened again-and then I heard it! Somebody was up- stairs! I could hear the heavy footsteps directly above my head! I had to do something! Then I thought of the back stairs and decided to try them. I was frantic! I crawled easily .up over the stairs. All I could hear now was my heart pounding heavily in my ears. When I finally reached the top of the stairs I heard the footsteps again. It sounded as if they were down the front stairs. I paused for a second to catch my breath and muster up a little more courage. Suddenly I thought of mv baby sister downstairs! I had to do something! I started for Dad's room to get the gun. When I returned the noise had ceased. Now I was really in sus- pense! I tip-toed down the stairs and there before me was my little brother, yawning sleepily and yelling I want a drink of water! I. DAMBOISE '52 A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS I often find my thoughts wanderinfr. especially from school work, to different scenes. Sometimes I think of the far- away places I have never seen, and I have a moment's regret when I think that unless a miracle happens I'll never see them. Then I think of the farm I hope to own someday, and the modern machin- ery I hope to have, of the new converti- ble I want, and the potatoes I'll raise to feed some big city. I often think of the rotating plan of crops. of how helpful it is to the mod- ern farmer and how it differs from the ways of farming two hundred years ago. That part of history, which im- presses me most is the part which tells primitive ways of farming.