Freedom Academy - Echo Yearbook (Freedom, ME)

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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

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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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15 Uqlumni Freedom, Maine April 6, 1943 Dear Alumni Editor: Looking back almost a year to twenty-six members of the class of 1942, I find it'rather difficult to learn of their exact positions in our so rapidly changing world. Our three honor students were Shirley Bessey, Margaret Marden and Hazel Tyler. Shirley is working as vigorously as ever at home in Knox. Margaret, or better known as Mugs, to all the gang, attends Bangor Maine School of Commerce. Hazel has taken the name of Mrs. Stephen Cross and resides in Freedom Village. Mary Knowlton who had previously been at home in Freedom is now in Virginia. The other girls who are working at home are Beatrice Hanson, Myrtie Curtis, Marguerite Penney and Marie Clark all of Knox. Also Doris fHustusJ Abbott of Knox, and Evelyn fSteWartJ Drew of Free- dom. Of the six boys in our class Daniel Judge Raven is working on the farm in Knox, Clair Barstow who has been in the Bath Iron Works is now waiting for the bu.gle call. The other four boys are now under Uncle Sam's guidance in the Army. Carleton L. Curtis at Camp Pickettg Merton M. Keller enlisted after attending Northeastern Uni- versityg Ralph L. Overlock at Fort Devens, Mass. for a short time, and Carleton B. Flye is in Missouri waiting patiently for his transfer to Oregon. Mildred Emerson is married to Harold Abbott, and while he works for Uncle Sam she lives with her mother in Clinton. Another soldier's wife, Frances fYeatonJ Hustus has employment in Belfast. Also working there is Hilma Blenis. Muriel fNuttJ Bowerman is living in Augusta Where both she and her husband are working. Farmington State Normal School houses one of our classmates, Rebecca Ward, whose home town is Thorndike. She is taking a Gen- eral Course which includes Home Economics. The remaining four on my memory list are Phyllis Turner who works in the Augusta State Hospitalg Idella Clark now in Portlandg Hester Raven working in Knox, and Bernese Ravin residing in New Haven, Connecticut.