Freedom Academy - Echo Yearbook (Freedom, ME)

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18 A MODERN WINTER IDYL It is hard to picture and as pretty as can be, l will try to show you for you to see, Down by the river, by the I-Ialf-moon stream, I will put into pattern this little theme, By the oldest ruins in this town of an old saw mill, For the bygone people who worked and showed their skill. It is a pretty place right here-where, ln the coldest time-the trout appear. I swear The biggest, the longest, the prettiest fish are caught. Here in the early month of April I caught, My first trout here where I was taught. Down half a mile is a small falls that reaches clear across, A place where rocks are covered with moss, Where the biggest trout toss. Yes, right here is the place I am talking about, Where you try to catch the biggest of trout. I wonder how long this place has been here? Do you suppose it has changed from last year? And up there where the bridge is now, can you tell me how They selected that place? And for so many years it has kept its grace? The sun is getting bright, On the crust of shining, gleaming white The trees are seen as through a magic glass! The wonder of this all, nothing can surpass! Every descriptive branch has dripping, glittering icicles, Like a dream- Down by the place they call the stream. The running liquid, singing from the rapids in a steady fio You can't catch me, you can't catch me? I know. l am trying to explain for you to see, So you will joy in it like me. Pattern of mouse feet stitches in the snow. Make the sides of the stream all glow. After the 21st of March this beauty will be gone- And new things then will be born. Why has nature been so rude? Or am I a little bit prude? It looks as if everything's on fire, near this little I have to pinch myself, thinking it is a dream, stream, W

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Of course, Mary had no intention of keeping it. The very next morn- ing Mary took the money to the policeman, who to her, always seemed to stand on the corner. He was the first person she thought of to Whom to give the money. He took it and promised to find the rightful owner. As Mary returned to her home, tears blinded her eyes as she watched the bright-eyed Tony who needed shoes so badly, and little Linda who needed new clothes. Why couldn't they have been rich chil- dren! She quickly brushed away her tears before the children saw her crying. This they seldom did. She fondly washed and kissed each one playfully as she sat them down to a breakfast of leftover po- tatoes and crackers. Even with so little, they ate like little bears upon finding a tree of honey. About 3 o'clock that afternoon she heard someone knock at the door. She quickly opened it and there stood an elderly lady, very nicely dressed. Are you Mary Saunders? she asked pleasantly. Yes Mary said shyly for she was not used to strangers. Won't you come in? The lady came in and sat down. She did not appear nosey or any- thing as lVIary had expected her to. Are you the young lady who found this wallet?', she asked as she took the familiar brown wallet from her pocket. Yes, answered Mary, with a satisfied look on her face. They sat and talked over the in- cident, and finally the lady asked Mary if she had folks. After hear- ing the story she told Mary that she would like to have her come to live with her. Just then in came the children from their play. But you see, I have to take care of my brothers and sisters, and sure- ly I could not leave them. Oh, 1 see and with a final smile the lady left. After Mary had told the children about the lady's visit, nearly all of them soon forgot it, although in Mary's heart, she kept a place for this motherly person. A week later a car stopped and again Mrs. Blanchard appeared. She told Mary that she had come for her and her brothers and sisters. After Mary's consent to leave, to- gether they collected the children's most prized possessions. Mary soon learned that Mrs.Blan- chard's husband had died two years before and that she lived alone in a large gray house. She had always been lonely for children whom she loved so much. So, after thinking it over very care- fully, she had decided to take these motherless children. Each one slept the best that night that they ever hadg but Mary, before going to bed, thanked God for His kindness, kissed her new mother, and vowed always to be truthful. Nancy McKenney.'54

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19 Gray rocks sticking- out of the banks of ground, And crispy snow sparkling all around, lt is even more exquisite with the blue space in the sky, What makes it so lovely? It could be- If only I could make a blind person see, lt would be even more wonderful to me! How long this stream! I do not knowg And try to reach it I will not go, To me, beauty goes farther than a rainbow. As I walked home that winter day. The sun was warm and sparkling gay, As if to say, come again another day. June Larrabee '53 FRESHMEN When Third hit squarely at the ball, , He shook his fist and cursed! Seniors say Freshmen are green. Because of that blamed .rsecondu But little do they know it, That we know more than they all do But WE don't try to show it! Carolyn Cates 'oo THREE GOOD SPORTS One time there were three brothers Of whom I've often heard. The only names they ever had Were First, Second, and Third . Now all these brothers were sportsmeng But the sport that pleased them all Was the game that pleases most people, That great old game Baseball , In every game the school team played They all were in there pitching, Just waiting for a chance to bat, With all their fingers itching! Now Mr. First hit that old ball And only got to second, He'd planned to hit a homer -- At least, that's what he reckoned! When Mr. Second, hit the ball, That crowd you should have heard! For this put 'tSec. on second. And First way down on third. He'd only got to Hrst! Now First, of course, was back at home. He took the bat againg But now I guess that I will quit For here's where I began. Earl Gardiner '52 FREEDOM F. is for Freedom The top team of the year! R. is for Rah! Rah! The fans, how they cheer! E. is for Excellent The job the team has done. E. is for Entry To the Eastern State Tourney they won D. is for Dick CYeatonD The manager of them all. O. is Our Coach - Mr. Cosgrove-- Who does a wonderful job with basketball. M. is for Don Marcia The captain of the team. To repay the boys and coach The League Trophy, how it gleams! Charlene Smith be I STUDY, YOU STUDY, WE STUDY, EVERYBODY STUDIES. I COPY, YOU COPY, WE COPY, EVERYBODY FLUNKS