Buckfield High School - Nezinscot Wave Yearbook (Buckfield, ME)

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LEST WE FORGET T'was four years ago, I remember it well On a cool fall morning At the sound of the bell, A group of shy students With innumerable fears Entered Buckfield High School For some fine, rosy years. Their fears soon vanished, Up rose their perception, With the droll situation Known as Freshman Reception. The ridiculous costumes, As fond hearts remember, Made these young, timid Freshies Become fully-fledged members, The years have sailed by, Golden moments of fun, Reflecting happy memories To this class of sixty-one. They'1l always be grateful, Their hearts truly claim Momentos of dances, plays And stirring basketball games. These times soon end, The future looms before, And past responsibilities Will affect success' score. Though the class will part And spread to distant shores, Its loyalty will always stay With B,H.S. for evermore. Lola Newton 61' THE CATSUP BOTTLE The catsup bottle sat there plainly Watching me with eye disdainly. Should I give it a mighty whack, Or maybe just a little tap? Quickly then I pounced upon it Tipped it up, with force I hit it Came the usual tiny trickle Oh, catsup bottle, you sure are fickle Rosemary Bennett 61' 32

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LITERARY

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BUC KFIELD HIGH SCHOOL Buckfield High is like a jail, I wish someone would pay my bail. All we do is work all day, Work and work without any pay. I'he four year sentence is really rough, The inmates here sure have it tough. Mr. Bean is the Warden for this school, He sees that we obey the rules. But I must admit with kids like us, The teachers have to raise a fuss. If we 're to learn the golden rule, We need a guiding hand in school. And when my sentence here is done, I must admit, that I for one Will be quite sad to graduate, And leave the school that 's really great. For deep down in my heart I know, There's no place to which I'd rather gog For Buckfield High means a lot to me, It 's the greatest school in the world you see Kathy Averill '63 LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT I knew that my heart would burst in song As I gazed at him for oh so long. His grey eyes sparkled like the morning dew, The feeling inside me has happened to few. His hair was dark as the blackest night And yet it shone in the pale moon light. He looked to me like some Greek god, But he spied a girl, and with a nod He went to her and there he stood I held back the tears the best that I could. I'd never believed in love at first sight But I changed my mind, when I saw him that night. Karen Bradeen '63 33