Dennysville High School - Dentonian Yearbook (Dennysville, ME)

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' LET'S ASK IZAAK T here were three of us. My city cousin was up stream? hi! father, down stream but not very farg and I was an idle, yet inte rested, looker-on. My cousin was casting a worm-baited hook into a small pool below some gentle nripsn. Likewise, his father waen throwing a worm-baited hook into a small pool below gentle rips But here the similarity ended, for my city cousin, who never had been fishing before, pulled fish after fish out of the brook. His father was standing near him with an unlucky usomethingn for he did not even have a bite. What was the difference--the place, the rod, the bait, the man, or skills? Let's consult Izaak Walton. Sue Ann Bell '62 A MDQT BmAUTIFeL AUTUMN UAY Often in the fall when the leaves are beginning to turn, to go for a ride, especially on horseback t ...!. reubn the woods, you realize that all the beauty in the world seems to be there-- right ther within your verb own reach. Phe many colors that you can imagine, in all shades, nues, and debrees of brilliancy, surround you. now phenomenal! and in the midst of this autumnal panorama, you seem to smell the fP6eH crisp sir of fall. It all puts a new look and feel on things and people around you. Truly, the pulchritude of antumn is unique.. N Joan Higbins '62 A WINTER DAY Listen, my friends, and I will tell of a winter day in Dennysville. The ground is covered white with snow, 4 And the bougns of tue trees are bending low. The children are playinb and laughing with else, th, what a wonderful slbnt to see! The old folk are encdanusu by this glorious scene, They think of each dazzling bush as a beautiful queen. One look at our rlver'anu'you will see, ' ' The way it winds-so graciously. with ice cakes piled upon its banks, A repetition of wintry pranks. Com. on anu join us while you may . In winter sports so jubilant uno gay. Winter days will soon be bcneg. Cone now and goin our happy throng. ' A 1V ' Frances Dudley '62

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WINTER IS HLRE It was a cold and winiy dayg The snow was falling dgwn, eThe energetic wind was shoveling it Across the frozen Qfguud. The trees were blcwi 5 fiercely, Sweepgzg snow above ,hei, crown From whine ine leaves had gone away With scarcely any soando Then picture all the summer birds, How smart they were to know That if they flew down toward the South, They would escape the sleet and snow. Yss, Winter is here, but not to stayg Spring in pursuit will melt it away, Calvin Preston '62 WHAT IS BEAUTY? What is beauty? From whence does it come? N Is it that which is econ In the setting sun? Who made it known That beauty was here? Was it a colorful Flower that As she fell close to our ear? What may I ask Does beauty behold? Is it-the phenomenal color Of a wild, wild rose? These questions I ponder Whenever I see, Such marvelous sights, which approach majesty. Every one look around you, And what do you see? Is it just shapes and hues Or beautiful majesty? Joan Higgins '62 THE LARK Let me wander through meadow and park, And high over head I hear the lark. Its music is song in perfect tune, A song for the stars above the moon. Listen in the breezes and you will hear That song of the lark so crystal and clear Again and again I've listened and heard The joyous song of that sky-lark bird. Bonnie J, Damon '52 whisper ed it,