Chelmsford High School - Yearbook (Chelmsford, MA)

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CHELMSFORD HIGH Sc.HooL WINTER SKATING Blades afringing! Hearts aglow! Bonfires gleam on ice and snow. Voices singing! Echoes clear! Merry laughter full of cheer. It's Winter! EVELYN FLAVELL JUDY I love to look at Judy She is so fair and blond, Of her eager eyes and teasing ways I'm growing very fond. In fact I just love Judy, She is my dearest friend. And I find I love her more each day With a love that has no end. She is the perfect girlfriend, She's never cross or cold, She bears with me in all my moods, This puppy-three months old. ROBERT MORRISON '47 AMBITION 'Twas the day of report cards And all through the school All the boys were like angels, Even Hoyle didn't fool. Their faces were sober, For A's they did thirst, And yet they just sat there Expecting the worst. Of course they had studied, Their parents all knew it, But somehow or other, Their report cards didn't show it. But soon it was over And home they all went, Wishing on studies More time had been spent. Next day they resolved- And you'l1 be amazed- They're going to work hard For nothing but A's. MARJORIE WHITE '47 OUR PARTY LINE Our telephone is the busiest yet, I lift the receiver but only get, Well, Kate, I finally bought that hat, And yaftafta, yafta-ta, chat, chat, chat. I read the funnies and try again, To learn that somebody lost his pen. Although I listen with naughty glee, The chatter fails to interest me. The receiver I put back on the hook, And I settle down with my favorite book, When all of a sudden the telephone rings., And extra special news it brings. It's my boyfriend asking for a date! He apologizes for calling so late, But believe it or not, I hear him say, I've been trying to get your line all day. I never had time to make that call, But what does it matter after all? The important call is the one that came throughg , Why should I grieve that I didn't get you! ELAINE SOIITTER '47 THE DIFFERENCE I have a driveway, as you can see That's twice as long as it should be It's lovely when the weather's fair And fragrant blossoms scent the air. But when the snow is three feet high, I get my shovel with a sigh. Shovel, shovel, from twelve to three- It almost is the end of me. WINIFRED HUNT '47

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1947 YEAR Boolc REVELATION My pencil walks a mile a day Aftraveling up and down, It runs along a paper road And through a paper town. It leaves a trail where 'ere it goes Where you may follow me And learn my very inmost thoughts And personality. Evelyn Flavell '47 THE WILDERNESS TRAPPER I know an old trapper, so lean and hard, Who lives in the forest on beans and lard. He works like a beaver, and small is his pay As he follows his trapline day after day. Along high ridges where snows are deep, Down through the valleys where little brooks seep, His traps are all set for marten and lynx, Those little furred creatures of wooded pine brinks. The Indianfdevil, so ruthless and strong, Follows his traps and does him great wrong. It destroys his fine furs, all valued so high, It never gets caught, and refuses to die. Yet in spite of these troubles, no man can say The wilderness trapper is never seen gay. For he loves the dark forests, tundras, and streams, And he lives every day in his boyhood dreams. Horus WILKINS, JR. '47 SKIING One bright and sunny morning I thought that I would try To learn a little skiing, Enough to get me by. I started out so bravely, As happy as could be- I did not know the troubles Which were in store for me! My skis were brightly polished And as shining as the sung They were a Christmas present From an aunt in Washington. I found a hill quite gentle And not too very high, But just right for a beginner, So I thought that I would try. I put my skis on swiftly And I started down the hill. It never once occurred to me That I might take a spill! The hill which looked so gentle Wasn't really gentle at all, And halfway to the bottom Appeared a large stonewall. My skis they would not mind me, They wouldn't even stop, My poles were little better, So I left them with a drop. I missed the ball completely, Though how you couldn't guess, But the skis which wouldn't mind me Saved me from that stony mess. They threw me to the ground, you see, Before that horrid wall, And I wasn't even hurt a bit From that pridefshattering fall. I picked myself up slowly And vowed that never again Would I risk my neck at skiing, But stay safely in my den. MAUREEN DANE '47 A DREAM In my dreams I always see A car both black and long, With silver fenders, white wall tires, As sweet as any song. A car with looks and lots of speed, With all the latest frills, ' With engine great and powerful To climb the highest hills. But when I waken from my trance, I always look around To see if this dream car of mine Is really on the ground. But I find only empty space Where my new car should be And wish I were asleep again To dream of it, you see! Gnoaca MERRILI. '47