Freeport High School - Clarion Yearbook (Freeport, ME)

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30 THE CLARION ies! They aren't worth the words wasted on them , grunted an elderly woman. If we didn't break into the stores for food we should starve! There's many a brick I've crashed thru a bak- ery window . The day was October 4, 1789. Madam Jacques stood up and rap- ped for attention. Ladies, the men are marching to- night for Versailles to bringj back Stupid Louis. Arm yourselves with clubs, pitchforks or any other weap- ons you can find and we'll march be- hind them. They all jumped up and hurried out in search of weapons. They met at ten o'clock and started on their way to Versailles. In the outskirts of Paris they were joined by hundreds of other women bent on the same purpose. They marched all night, not stopping for rest. The next afternoon they reached Versailles. They met the men coming back. Why are you returning? asked Madam Jacques. Q- .1 , at We couldn't get through. This reply made the women more deter- mined than ever. They pushed on, and meeting a squad of soldiers with an artillery gun, they trampled over the soldiers and seized the gun to take along with them. They were near the center of Ver- sailles when they met the soldiery who had turned back the men. Humph! Only a band of howl- ing old hags ! exclaimed one. Bah! They can't do any harm! Let them pass. They passed by with the soldiers laughing at them, marched to the palace and seized the King and Queen and triumphantly carted them back to Paris. A short time later many of this same mob of women were walking thru the streets of Paris crying, Tickets for sale! See the King and Queen guillotined!! Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown. Daphne Towle '48

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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-

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