Central Aroostook High School - Arostookan Yearbook (Mars Hill, ME)

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FACULTY Seated: tleft to righth Mr. Spearin, Miss Lund. Miss Barattiero, Miss Libby, Mr Perkins, Standing: Mr. Emmett, Mr. Clark, Mr. Favour, Mr. Cunningham. 1 1 i NATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY Seated: tleft to rightb J. Deeves, V. Dyer, F. Irvine, W. Anderson, G. Keenan, G. Bell. Standing: J. Stitham, Mr. Favour, P. Crichton, S. Smith, C. Craig, F. Gilman, B. Fenderson.

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ELEGY In Memory of Stanley M. Gerrish Such a short time ago, he lived as one of us: We heard his bouyant step: his laugh was boisterous And loud and clear. It seems but yesterday he stood At manhood's threshold: strong and keen to march With eager stride, and grasp the glowing promises of life ahead. We looked upon him as one richly blessed With talents to fulfill a brilliant destiny. We saw hls arms upraised, and his baton In strong expressive hands-hands capable Of wringlng from the very orbit of the sun The tuneful music of a sensitive and melancholy melody. We somehow sensed great symphonies within him Surglng to be hom: and felt the restless energies That stirred his soul with beauty or with agony. But now we bow in sadness, sorrowing To see his promises cut shorty ambitions unfulfilled. Rebelliously we call lt cruel unjust- Unjust to rob him of so much of life- Unjust to snatch him from his folks and friends Unjust to send back into nothingness, a talent That might have been passed on to future men. But we forget, in our keen sorrowlng, the pain That often racked his body, the despair That sometimes cast its shadow on his soul- The obstacles he fought against, and failed to overcome, When powerful emotions, too strong for him to crush, Controlled his frame, and could, within an hour, Shatter his dream of ecstacy in horrible despair. Soon, when a little of the hurt is gone, We'll think of him as freed from all the pain And cares that kept him chained to petty trivial things, Then even we who for a little while Were privileged to be most dear to him Will know we must not mourn to see hlm go. We cannot be too saddened when we know That God is just, and He has sent our friend To flnd somewhere within the spirit world The things his soul so longed for here below. We know that we who walked so very close to him In memory will walk with him again: And if we listen very lovingly, we'll hear The music of a pure unbroken melody. -Edna B. York, Bridgton, Maine