Gilman High School - Gilmanac Yearbook (Northeast Harbor, ME)

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:ees-as-aeGILMANee ri-451-IIGH65 '-168-SCHOOL9562--35--25 x1943r 4 4 4 w h'n s e THE GILMANAC L L - 4 w 4 4 M r1945s ,ln SALVAGE Your heels are stoutly mendedg You've a brand new set of toes. I donft know what to call you, But Ifm wearing you for hose. Our sprints together will be few ! For you are worn and thin. Then it will be my turn, old sock F1 . FI LO run--ann turn you in. A ' ' Mary Olsen '44 4 OUR SCHOOL There's a yellow school house on the hill Where pupils go their brains toaflll,f f The absentee list in this little school Is very high as a general rule. When this happens Mr. Kelley says, UIt's easier to mark the present than the absent I guess. ' But all together they're a pretty good bunch, When you can't get a problem they'l1 give you a hunch. Hugh Smallidge '44 A SOUVENIR I found them inl a book last night, These withered violets. A reminder of an early love, That one never forgets. 1 You know what tricks memory plays, With all our long past fun? These flowers remind me of a boy, I wish I knew which one. Geraldine MacKenzie '44 ..21..

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I KNOW AMERICA WILL SING I know America will sing, That mothers will sing because Their sons are home, That sweethearts will be happy for War is no more, But peace is forever. Sisters and brothers will sing once more For now there is something to sing for. For fields then will be - Bright and green and red with flowers, Not red with the young blood Of our finest men of america. Churchbells will toll over the world again The merchant will sell his wares again, not kncwing Or caring for a noise from the skies. June again will be June, fairest of all months, Time of earth?s fullest beauty, y Then, I know America will sing. , I Anita Walls '44 'SPHINGU I looked out of the window, it was but a while 980, And there I saw the daybreek, its clean face all aglow. , The spring has come, I know it, for I feel it in my'b1ood, For I've seen the buds a sprouting, and birds lmilling 'round as a flood. I walked about the hillside, and heard mother nature confess, That hers was a land of beauty, which God and man did bless. , A There too, I saw the mayflowers, and the crocus nod their heads. I They had just waked up from their winters sleep, and were now getting out of bod. Again the spring has conquered, again the winter lslain, I've looked about for signs of it--my searches all in vain. Winfred Joy, Jr. '44 - 2O in

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. , Q 1, MY SON JIM fcontinuedl Q Irene was surprised when she looked and saw Leila decending the stairs, a vision of blonde loveliness, in a frock of silk crepe in which she dressed for her first dinner with Jim's fami1y,- a gown of the softest blue which accented her eyes and played up to her golden ringlets. Leila was perfectly poised and appeared to enjoy the formality of the meal and if she felt ill at ease, she did not reveal it. Irene was amazed bv her new daughter's charming manners. But resentment still gnawed at her heart. Why cou1dn't 1Jim have marriedione of his 'own set as she had always hoped? It was down right embarrassing when Leila followed Irene in to the library later that evening. U Mother Irene, n she started in a soft weak voice, HI know it's difficult for sou to have me here You see, Jim told'me all ahout von, Your plans for him, his future and evervthing i After a monent's silence she continued, nJim was afraid I wouldn't like you, but I wasn't. I knew Jim's mother must be someone fine to have reared such a lovely hc? as Jim. And now it is for me to measure up, so that You will like me. Resentment left lrenefs face. She crushed the girl to her. There were tears in her voice, but her ewes were shining because she knmwthgn thatleilammwas just the firl for her Jimmy, and that she would love her as if she were her own daughter. H Bette Beale '45 -... ., - ggi-