Freeport High School - Clarion Yearbook (Freeport, ME)

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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

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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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THE CLARION 29 the log well opened, he asked the Indians to help him by pulling on each side as he drove the wedge. The Indi- ans obliged. Then Weare, by a dex- terous blow of the sledge, knocked out the wedge, causing the seam to close like a vise on their hands. This left them at the mercy of their terrible enemy, who, as he gave each a death blow with his axe, shouted, 'Tm Joe Weare. Barbara Carleton '46 IK lk ll' i EDUCATION Oh! if education grew on the tree That grows in my own back yard, I would pick what was low and easy for me Not to climb to the top for the hard. But here in the school it's quite different you see, These four years have been long and hard. Oh! that education had grown for me. On that tree in my own back yard. Rosaline Chaney '46 tl 1 U U OUR BASKETBALL TEAM We have two teams in basketball That never fail to challenge all. 'Ihey put the ball right through the hoop' And make the cheerers yell and hoot. But if our teams should lose a game We do not consider it a shame, For we take every game as fun Plan to win the very next one. We always take a bus to go I 'Io other towns through rain or snow And if the weather gets in our way We cancel the games till another day. Some gyms are big and some are small, But we don't mind the size at all. A good sport takes it on the chin If he should lose he still can grin. Archie Dennison '47 FRANK BUCK Yes sir, he's a friend! I can't get along without him. He's long and thin rather narrow. He's green in face. But you can forgive him for that be- cause he turns into everything you desire. It's a help to almost everyone to have him around. His face value states that he is worth one dollar, sometimes he is backed up by gold and other times by silver. No matter which he is backed up by he is a friend to everyone, and he has a lot of brothers and sisters that work just as hard to help a man out as he does. Lawrence L. Lunt '47 4' lk Ill lk INTELLIGENCE Here's to old Bessie, the cow, Who never got any attentlong But just you look at her now, And notice her smug expression. People come to see her most everyday, For things I need not mention, They bring her fine and tasty hay: Just trying to win her affection. She's not very smart and informing, But she knows what they are afterg Cause Farmer Brown listens' each morning, To news that never goes past her. A. F. L. '46 i il l 4 THE PARIS MOB In Paris soon after the Bastille had fallen, Madame Frances Jacques and a small band of middle aged women were gathered in her cellar. We must have bread! cried one. We are too poor to buy any. It is all the fault of King Louis and his Marie Antoinette! cried an- other. The aristocracy and their privi-