Barre High School - Barretone Yearbook (Barre, MA)

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MY SUMMER ' S DREAM Oh how I love the summer. The time when school lets out. When the truant officers all home. And I can fish for trout I can sit among the daisies, And dream of Howard Duff, I can dream about a million stars. And still not dream enough. I ' ll dream about Rod Cameron. And handsome Errol Flvnn, I’ll dream about tall Gregory Peck, And also Jeffrey Lynn. I ' ll dream about the cowboy. ' A1 La Rue and all. I’ll dream of all the actors Who are big and strong and tall. Oh how I love the summe ' ' . When I can sit and dream. Dream of all the movie stars. Shown upon the screen. — 3y BARBARA BOYLE SPRING! The pi ' ettiest season of the vear When all the May flowers bring good cheer The buds all red on the Maple trees With a slight tint of light green leaves The violets bright, and Robins gay Say with delight, “It’ll be a great day.” And then there are brooks, like silver strea.ns And odd water lilies like rare dreams. Frogs peeping in a near by pond And bright forsythia bordering the lawn With early morning sunshine and evening dew This season should please more than a few. —CHRISTINE OHLSON BASEBALL TIME Baseball time is here again And every team has their men Playing as hard as thev can Trying to please every fan Thev practice in the earlv Spring Trying to accomplish manv a thing Trying to make a winning team So that thev will be supreme. They cannot win every game But if thev could, oh what fame They would acquire from evervwhere Playing the game and plaving it fair. —By RALPH LINCOLN

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that war, and they will be victorious in an even greater struggle, that against commu- nism. What can we do to prepare ourselves for the future? Get all the education we can. It is held to be self evident that the success of a democracy depends on the intelligence of its average citizen. Therefore, may higher education be our goal for a better America to com.e. So far we have been considering only our greatest material weapons for world peace, and have been inclined to overlook our greatest weapon of all — God. We have God on our side, and with that assurance we go forth undaunted — confident of victory over evil. It is with God’s help that we have preserved our liberty thus far, and it is with His help that we will continue to preserve this liberty in the future. RALPH WELLS SPRING Spring is here! This is a phrase so often heard after the snow has .melted away and the trees and flowers begin to bud. Soon the birds return and their chirping songs can be heard everywhere. After many months of cold dreary weather, the signs of war.nth and beauty are looked forward to, and enjoyed by all. There are many reasons why the spring season is welcomed by each and everyone. V ith it come flowers, both wild and cultivated, which add color and beauty to their sur- roundings. The trees, v ith their sheltering arms, provide beauty, shade, and shelter to birds, squirrels and chipmunks. With the coming of Spring many animals come out of their dens, because they too, like human beings, prefer the warmth and beauty, to the cold and dreary. Along with Spring come many exciting and relaxing sports such as: baseball, tennis, and greatest of all — fishing. As often heard, “All good things come to an end.” The same is true with Spring. So take heed of the phrase, “Spring is here!” and make the most of it. SYLVIA FRANCIOSS GRADUATION Spring has arrive-J once more. Spring brings a fresh carpet of green, the budded trees, the sweet fragrance of apple blossoms, the flow of the gurgling brooks, a nightly concert from Mr. Frog, and a new glow in the heavens. Beside these things a solemn affair occurs in every village, town or city — graduation. Graduation is by no means the end. It is only the beginning. The beginning of a new and exciting life. Gradually through the years we nave been taught to assume more responsibility, to be honest, considerate, decent, unselfish, pleasant, versatile, co- operative and have acquired more common sense. Just learning the facts isn’t enough. It is practicing them that really counts. One’s life is what he makes it. Immediately following graduation we come upon a clean page in our books. What we write on it is up to us. Many of the graduates wish to further their education and enroll at various schools according to their chosen vocation. Some of the graduates aren’t fortunate enough to be able to enjoy the privilege of college education and others do not desire further schooling. However, whatever footsteps we tread in, we must be influenced to continue striv- ing to keep our America exactly as our forefathers fought and struggled to build it. A democratic land with privileges for all regardless of race, color, or creed. A land where the four freedoms are enjoyed and practiced so freely. It is a great responsibility to place on anyone but we must realize how ' fortunate we are and to show our appreciation we should all work together to preserve what we have and strive to better ii to everyone’s benefit. JUDY SAMPLE 21

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WHAT FUTURE YEARS WILL BRING Along the old brick high school wall Grow ivy vines so very tall. Each class day they are planted there To grow and flourish without care. They must endure the sun that shines Upon their leaves and on their vines — With winter’s snow to tolerate And gentle spring, - co-operate. These plants are set by those who must Endure life’s hardships and who trust That life, like ivy will progress To prosper on without recess. Some wish and yearn to find success While others hope for happiness. A few may in a century Be praised and kept in memory. Some will be faced by risk and strife While most will lead a common life. I wish that all may sometime see God’s love and care, eternity. — ALDONA SLUCKIS THE SEAMSTRESS April is stitching with needles of rain. Her silver thread flashes again and again. She’s making a garment that cannot be seen, But soon it will cover th earth with green. Soon in the grass her embroiderv will show Where daisies shine primly like flakes of white snow. And where the shy violet lifts her wee face To add to the soringtime her fragrance and grace. Yes. April is stitching with fine liquid thread. She’s stitchine the patterns of each flower bed. She’s stitching the bark and the leaves of the trees And every green blade that will sway in the breeze. April’s a seamstress unmatched in her skill. She’s alwavs brought springtime and she always will. She’s a kind little lady who uses her art To make earth a garment that gladdens the heart. —PALMA PULIAFICO FIRST DAY AT BARRE HIGH The day of davs had co.me at last. We’d entered Barre High. But before the day was finished I thought I’d nearlv die ' I wandered through the halls confused Upstairs and down I sped. I entered rooms and rooms again From every one I fled The school bus was late that day. My friends I couldn’t find. 23