Freeport High School - Clarion Yearbook (Freeport, ME)

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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..

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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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28 THE CLARION His Mouth will ever be the same, No matter if from us it is gone, No matter if its happy speeches Do not greet each dawn. Though these all are gone from view, I shall never forget, over the years Of my life, his dear memory, even though To bring to mind, brings also tears. Grace Noyes '46 FF PF PK P14 THE SENIORS The end of the school year is coming And the seniors will graduate. You ask the boys how they like it And they say its simply great. They'll have to do a lot of reheasing That is quite hard I suppose. If ever I am a senior I'll have to be right on my toes. After they get their diplomas They think that they'1l be free. Maybe they don't know it But they've got a lot to see. Everett Weed '47 'll Pk Ill if LIFE IN THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY When we look at pictures of seven- teenth century lords and 'ladies, or see them in the movies we think of them as being like ourselves, only much more elegant and attractive. They were undoubtedly more ele- gant in dress but in other ways they differed greatly from us. You would be very much surprised if you could observe the vocabulary and the table manners of the highest social classes. The difference in standards would become still more apparent if you could join these elegants in a box at the theatre in London or some other theatre. When the room grew warm one after another would begin to wriggle and scratch and sometimes a neatly carved ivory claw was used to reach parts of the back not easily reached by the human claw. Bathing was uncommon, the extent of the daily use of water being to wash the hands and to get sleep out of one's eyes. Soap was a luxury and bothersome, too, so they covered up what ever might offend, rather than to remove it. This was accomplished by the use of perfume. The people of the seventeenth cen- tury rarely used a tooth brush or vis- ited a dentist. Nothing is more apt to make one forgive radio announcers for interrupting the programs with remarks about soaps, tooth powders, listerine, etc. than a study of the act- ual state of hygienic affairs among the seventeenth century elite , If we our- selves do not need to be told of such aids to cleanliness, We ought to be glad that the gospel of personal hygiene has acquired a loud speaker. Richard Tryon '48 41 at at Ill INDIAN TALE The Indians, as we know, were an ever present menace to the early set- tlers. One of the settlers was Joe Weare and it is said that he lived in the vicin- ity of Freeport. He and the Indians were far from friendly. On one occasion Weare was split- ting rails near his home when six Indi- ans approached him and asked if he could tell them where Joe Weare lived. The quick-witted old scout replied in the affirmative and offered to show them the personthey sought as soon as he had finished splitting the log on which he was then at work. When Joe had driven in his wedge and had