Freedom Academy - Echo Yearbook (Freedom, ME)

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13 SPRINGTIME THOUGHTS CWritten in Ballad Forml ,Tis The evening slowly creeping in, sun is sinking lower, The dishes have been washed and dried And I've just swept the floor. The baby's eating his supper now And talking in his baby way, It's peaceful as I'm sitting here Thinking at the close of day. The sun reHects upon the window And also upon the floor, Those rays seem bright and calm to me As the sun is sinking lower. The days are warmer and longer now, 'Tis spring, I guess that's true, The snow covered fields are clearing And the sky is a pretty blue. The streets are thawing slowly And the birds beginning to call, This all seems very nice to me, But the sun is best of all. I guess the summer is rather nice With its warm days and nights, The fall is Very pretty too With all its autumn sights. I like the winter too, I guess, For all its snow and ice, But best of all I like the spring It seems so bright and nice. E veryone has his favorites, Of cloths, and eats, and time, Cf all the favorite things there are, I believe that spring is mine. You can't express some things in words, Mere words don't express your feelings, You can't say why and how by these, You have to see to believe in. One can't say why he likes the trees, And the sky of a pretty blue, I can't say in words why I like spring, So this will have to do. -Jean Clark ,44 OLD GLORY When I see Old Glory waving in the air, Waving o'er this land so fair, When the stars and strips I see, It makes me sing and shout with glee. After this wicked war is o'er, When heart-ache and sorrows we know no more Old Glory will still be waving high In this true American sky. Now if we want this war to cease, We must help production to increase, Help to make America more than swell, And keep the Hag we love so well. -Barbara Upham '46 RATIONING Don't be a sourpuss as rationing gets underway Donlt go around grumbling about it every day It isn't so bad as you'll find out When you see what it's all about, For it's helping our boys who are in training To keep their weight and keep on gaining. I'm sure we don't really mean to grumble Any more than a cannon can help its rumble. So every time you begin to sputter About your coffee, tea and butter, Think again just what it's for And let's all beat the Axis in the war. -Betty Webber '46 POEM WITHOUT A NAME I can't think of a thing to write I guess today I'm not very bright. As I look around the room I see All the students filled with glee. And yet, I'm so blue, so very blue I can't think of a thing to tell to you. But I guess this is enough for anyone to write Especially for someone who's not very bright. -Arthena Taylor '46

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I2 rode around until about seven o'clock, then we went to the hall and started getting ready for the game. The girls played first and lost. Then the boys played. We won in this game, but I think it was the hardest game I ever played. The next morning we started for home around eight o'clock and we got back to Freedom around ten. Howard Drake '44 SCHOOL YEAR When basket-ball is over, And baseball begins, That's the time they And ask, Where's Mr. Chick? look around Well, Mr. Chick is in Helping to fight those Japs, There won't be many of them left When Chick gets in their laps. the army, Now there's another matter That has taken place this year, We have two new teachers, A man and a woman here. , The gentleman is Mr. Thurston, principal of our school, The The lady is Miss Rollins, The teacher of English rules. -Pearl Carmichael '44 PUNCTUATION MARKS Of all the punctuation marks I think the period is the busiest man. He is really like a traffic cop, Line by line he blocks the words And brings them to a stop. The question mark is a very funny fellow, He is small, but very wise, He asks so many questions For a fellow of his size. Of all the punctuation marks I like the comma best, Because when I am out of breath He just simply lets me take a rest. -Betty Bradstreet '45 A RADIO RIDDLE Now l'm going to ask you a riddle, He's very famous and plays a fiddle, He's on the radio every Sunday eve., And he and Fred Allen do enjoy, I believe, To give each other dirty cracks, And slam each other behind their backs He was up to Bangor quite a few weeks ago, And gave the people a wonderful show. He entertained the soldiers of Dow Field And all their sorrows he tried to heal. I'm sure you have heard his big, fat announcer, I think he is one you may call a bouncer , The squeaky tenor on his radio show Is one, I'm sure, you all must know. The lady actress who receives great applause Keeps the show rolling without a pause. And still another who I think is best His jokes surpass all of the rest. His voice is hoarse, his skin is dark, But with me, he hits the mark. I'm sure you all have guessed by now- Yes, lt's Jack Benney! And how! ! -Erdene Knight. '46 a

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14 LEST WE FORGET The stars upon the field of blue Stand out as states united, Our flag waves high over many lands, Those countries that are fighting. The ones who for their country die Their memories have not ceased, But live they shall through many years As ones that died for peace. Let's do our share, we will, we must, Today why not begin? Buy stamps and bonds and do your part To help our fighting men. -Margene Stewart '44 MY POEM What shall I write? What shall I write? With emptiness my head does ring, I guess I'1l wait until tonight, For I canlt think of anything. Everyone 'round me is laughing and V fooling But I must think of something, I musn't start any whispering For my brains a poem must bring. Shall I write about milking the cow? Or shall I make it a goat? My brain surely is empty right now, So empty I'm sure it could float. Guess I'll write a toast to Herr Hitler, No, that wouldn't sound right, Shall I write about the romantic fiddler' No, guess I'll wait 'till tonight. How can a fool like me write a poem? Now that question I ask of you, Can't write about Paris, Greece or Rome, So guess this will have to do. IN ENGLISH CLASS We all came to class today With our lessons well prepared To find our lesson had been changed To something twice as bad. Now we must try to write something Some poetry or some prose, Everybody is busy writing, But what I'll write nobody knows. The teacher said, 'Thing hard and fast, We have no time to spare, For we must have some material, Our year book to prepare. So I shall try to write something And see if it will pass, Because you don't get ranked for nothing When you're in English class. I think I'll get a D for this, I've done all within my power, The next time they want me to write a poem Please give me more than an hour. -Lila Raven '44 -Thelma Benner '43