Freeport High School - Clarion Yearbook (Freeport, ME)

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ze , THE CLARION girl with a vivid and somewhat wild imagination. She had to be, to have such a dream. It was, nevertheless a simple way to get out of such a pre- dicament. She looked at her mother and said, Gee, I'm glad I woke up. Laura Smith '47 Pk IK Sk wk MYSELF I'm one of the luckiest guys around I do mean what I say. I never knew how lucky I was Until just the other day. I'm not as smart as Tim or A1 And clever, will never be, For I'm not one to go here and there Or take in the sights to see. But here's the thing I treasure most The thing I'll do or die I am and want to be my real self And that no one can buy. William Lunt '48 F 8 I U GENERAL SCIENCE PAPER ON GASOLINE Gasoline has helped the education of Americans thru the way of trans- portation. The busses and automobiles that carry children back and forth to grade and high schools and even to colleges of different states are good examples. With gasoline in daily heavy use, people like to travel over good roads. It pays a town or city to have good roads on which to drive. It means an increase in business to stores, restaur- ants, hotels, etc. in that vicinity. You may take the bus to a city a few miles, you may drive your car to the theatre, or to some other place of amusement where you ordinarily X would not wish to go if it were not for the comfort of an automobile. The combination of gasoline, ve- hicles, and good highways has made the world a better place in which to live. The electric and steam train bus- iness has suffered. Most people pre- fer the speedier and cleaner travel by private transportation. Gasoline, thru airplane travel, has joined America with all other parts of the world and has made all states of our own country seem much closer to one another. Now, one thinks noth- ing of going by plane from Maine to California, Texas, or Florida but in days not so long past it was a much dreaded event to attempt a journey of anything over fifty miles. Jacqueline Stilphen '49 if Ik 42 if HGOSSIPY GIRLS The telphone rings and Agnes Lar- son answers: Hello, Oh! Is this Eu- nice? Well what a pleasant surprise. Last time I heard from you, you were heading for Boston. Didn't go? What on earth happened? He did? That's too bad! My husband, Charlie, had the gout this winter so he knows just how your husband feels.-Well, Ag- gie, did you hear the news? Mrs. Gor- don's husband got drunk-I mean in- ebriated, well anyway, he fell into Mr. Rand's grocery store Window. It woke Mr. Rand up and he got the po- lice. Well they put Gorden in jail for thirty days. They booked him on breaking and entering. Isn't that the funniest thing imaginable? Agnes, did you hear? I'm a grandmother again. Isn't that wonderful? I'd almost giv- en up hope but finally I have a grand- son. What? It's a cute name, James Bruce. 'Do you think so? Now I'm

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THE CLARION 25 I'M GLAD I WOKE UP The window to her small apart- ment was open just a little and from below she could hear the news-boy yelling the words which tore her heart. Read all about it. Gambler murdered! Lee stood breathless, her heart pounding, for she had access to all the facts involved in the case. All of a sudden she could no longer think, her mind was a blur. She sank back into a chair to mull over the happen- ings of the past few hours. It didn't seem quite possible. How could she, Lee Berry, be involved in a murder? She began thinking back to the earlier events of the day. It was a beautiful summer morn- ing and soon after she had arisen, the telephone gave a shrill and impatient ring. She hastened to answer it, onlyto find that it was her sweetheart, Terry, who was in a gay and happy mood. He was calling to see if Lee was inter- ested in a picnic lunch at the beach, which, of course, she was. After say- ing goodbye to him she strolled lazily to the back door, went out into the small and attractive garden of flowers to work at her daily task of watering the flowers and pulling the weeds from them. She hated to hurry, but of course she must. Terry would call for her in a couple of hours. Soon she finished. She walked dreamily into the house to other things she must do before leaving. It would be so nice to be on a picnic with Terry. She hus- tlcd around and prettied herself up and was wearing a particularly charming sun dress when she saw her date jump out of a snappy green roadster and come up the walk. He was really quite handsome. Lee was proud of him, but then, Lee was a good match for him because she was a very pretty girl with wavy, auburn hair. After saying hello to Terry, and goodbye to different members of the family, they were off. When they reached the lake it was exactly noon. The sun was bright and a light breeze was blowing. There were only a few people scattered here and there on the beach. Terry got his boat from the boat house and for sev- eral hours they sailed around the lake, enjoying the beautiful scenery. After tiring of boat riding, they lay on the beach, just studying the different types of people who passed by. All went well until they got hungry and it was then they realized, very suddenly, that they had no lunch. Lee had packed up a very delicious lunch in a basket and had been in such an excited state that she walked out and left it on the table in the kitchenette. lt was too bad, but it offered them a good laugh, neither of them had ever heard of a picnic without a lunch. They decided after some time to country a little farther, ride into the to find some sort of road-side eating place. It was here that Terry entered fight, trying to save a into a bitter group of gamblers from murdering each other. There were guns and knives and then a man was killed. Wfho did it? No one knew. Somehow as the crowd gathered, Terry escaped. He and Lee hurried away. They f'ouldn't be involved in this. They couldn't be. The next thing Lee knew, someone was shaking her violently. As she roll- ed over, she heard her mother say, Come Lee, you'll have to get ready for school now. Lee was only a young high school Wk Ml-

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THE CLARION 27 grandmother four times, yes, three girls and one boy. You know Aggie it makes me feel old. What? Sixty- five next January. I guess I am creep- ing along in years. Well, I'd better be- gin supper. Yes, sure, all right, sure, goodbye. Clyde Nicholson '47 l Ill 1 1 UMETAMORPHOSISU In a field, which is not far from here, Is a barn, with its rafters so near To the ground, that the roof is bent, And nearly touches the ground. Our kin would tell us of once bright colors, Of bright rafters, and the weather-cock, that hovers On the height, and sways, for now, and ever I after. What is it that makes beautiful things de- cay, What once was a swanky barn, to lean and sway, Is it not true to life, of past and present, But what makes life go up and then des- cend? note: The material for this poem, I gathered from an old weather-beaten barn, that be- longs to my uncle. Any similar reference to any other barn, standing, or in the con- dition of my unc1e's barn, is purely coin- cidental. Lewis Groves '47 ll It 1 It THE DUCK HUNTER There was stillness in the air, As a man with light brown hair Was perched inside a duck blind on the bay. His gun came upg he triggered, And he got 'em, so he figgered, But he soon found out that they had flown away. When he started home that day, The tide had gone from the bay, And he had to wade through mud and muck. So he went home sad and weary, On this day so dark and dreary, Without the glory of shooting a single duck. Ralph Dennison '46 ak at -u -r HOW I HATE TO GRADUATE I see no sense in going to school, Or getting up at six in the m0rn', Or having teachers tell me that I'm a fool, And listening to a mess of other corn. CHORUS Brad lies in bed till ten of eight, Then climbs abroad his old man's crate, And zooms down Pownal Road right out straight, And that is why he's never late. fhardly ever? Oh I'll be glad when I'm through school So I won't have to get outa bed, And I can stay where it's nice and cool, Did all you freshmen hear what I said? Leslie Simmons '46 wk wr an :- ULEW!! Written in memory of my Brother I can see him now, as he was- Laughing, gay, happy and free, Glad to be alive, to say and do The things that mean so much to me. His Voice is gone, I can on longer Hear the things he used to say, The things that I shall always hold Dear-until the very last day. His Eyes can look no longer on All of us he held so dear: Laughing, speaking, gleaming, the Words we can not find there. LL..