Dennysville High School - Dentonian Yearbook (Dennysville, ME)

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GIRLS I like girls. They prance about, They load on their paint And men lookout. They look beautifulg They flutter their eyes. They use too much cream ' And hideous dyes. They empty men's walletsg . Then spin them in whirls. Girls are clever creatures: I like girls. I Eugene Leighton '60' FHESHMAN DAYS Listen my classmates and all shall near The interesting tale of my freshman year, I thought of high school too much as a farce, And put in my time as a ufreshyu lass. As I mounted the treads of the dark stairway, I began to wish I were far away. My algebra at first was really so easy,. But it soon became unexpectedly teasy. Law at the start was overly tough, A And I discovered right soon it is no bluffs English, a course with all of its grammar, Leaves little in school you could label as glamor. History of the world at times seemed bright, But had me reading 'bout every night. Thus, 'twas my teachers and schoolmates true who put laughter and zest in my freshman review, Sue Ann Bell '62 Spring , How many of you like spring, That most wonderful time of the year, When all the birds are beginning to sing And whisper in every ear? How wonderful is spring When the flowers are beginning to grow, And the very mint green of summer Is just beginning to show! Joan Higgins '62

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DOIVT P55152 ME I School year is half .wer and more, And ii- 'loesrdt seem .so grand, To ponder how my marks are And wonder where I stand. I've tried to keep my grades up, But it's no fun at all, To have to study while at home, When I like 'bo play basketball. But anyway it pays, I guess, If I want to pass at aJ.l, b To really study from the books And maybe learn to play basketball. Dale Cook '62

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The Sophomore Boys First there is beter, who's known as Pete, He's the boy with wandering feet. Next comes Sheril, Cager for short, He's the boy with the farming lot. Thea there's Burdette, whom we call Billg than he plays his harmonica, we all get a thrill. Also there's Weston who is a good sporty We studies hard for his well earned report. Franklin is last but not least, that's for sureg Because he's the lad with the good basketball score. They'stick together through work and fung They'rc one for all and all for one. ' Florence Seeley 'ol The Train The train, day in and day out, Always came whistling by With a loud clang and noisy Wshebang,W And then went puffing good-bye. The old smoke poured out of the engine, This left the blue sky black. Then off again with a Wcliokety-clack, The train puffed un the track. The train at one time cane in at ten, And than again at fourg But now she hardly ever comes, Even in twenty-four. Now, this train of which I speak ' Left us a year ago, To never more travel the track That had been used many years before. Joan 'i pins '62 Every Morning Between the hours of seven and eight When the sun is beginning to shine, Comes a shattering noise from the stillness That tingles in my spine. I open my eyes in wonder And look all about the room, To find it a thing too familiar, That alarm clock--the heartless goonl 1r.-.-...1.. ,, ,- -1 I I A