Guilford High School - Rostrum Yearbook (Guilford, ME)

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28 THE ROSTRUM MOTHER Laughing and happy all day long, Singing a song of cheer, Never a dull moment through the day, VVhile she was at her career. Cooking, sewing and mending too, Her work was never done. But doing things for her family WVas nothing to her but fun. Telling us all what to do Inst like a sister or brother, And if you havenit guessed her yet, She was my own dear Mother. Alfreda Hanscom 716. A DAILY THOUGHT Here comes the grocery man, Toot-toot-toot. Run for your ration book, We'll have a bone for the soup. NVhich book is it you want today? Book, two, or three, or four? O, say, XVhat fun ,twould be for me once more, To shout, G'Bring me some sirloin, I adoref, Not one, not two, but three full pounds, 1'd chew it down by leaps and bounds, To heck with stamps 9 Iid like to sa , Y, '1Give me a full stomach just for today. John Lombard ,45. BOMBS A bomb is a load of destruction So the papers say, A bomb is a mighty soldier To get enemies out of the way. Some bom'bs are very heavy, While some are very small, But the bomb that comes my way I don't want to be a bomb at all. We've dropped them over Germany, We've dropped them over Japan, We're going to keep on dropping them, As many as we can. So buy bonds, a million, To buy bombs and bombers too, And Weill lick Japan and Germany, 'lim just betting you. Roderick Moore 716. ? Sprung we all from simple dust, Born were we to gain a lust, To help the helpless in despair, To give the world our simple care. Live our lives, come what may, Do our duties all each day, Pave the way with what we gain, A life secure with neier a strain. Toil and rest, love and hate, NVill make sometime for us our fate, Do and learn what all we must Until we all return to dust. M. Michaud ,44. RATION STAMPS Hush. little ration stamp, Don't you cry! You will be an antique bye and bye. Now you get our sugar, Now you get our meat, Also our canned goods, And the shoes on our feet. Now you do your duty And we wonit cry, If our boys come home Bye and bye. Geneva Kimball '45. A MODERN TRAGEDY She walked down the street with despair in her heart, Her features were twisted and torn, The sidewalk was hot and her feet were so tired, Her appearance was sad and forlorn. ,Tis wicked, you say, for a middle-aged ma'am To look as if she were to die, But you do not know for what reason it was, So I shall try telling you why.

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THE ROSTRUM 27 Her son was killed, her only son, Her hope, her pride, her joy, Why did disaster fall on him? XVhy, he was just a boy. She prayed and ibowcd her grey head, Her heart was full of sorrow, How could she live another day Inst live to face the morrow. Oh, God, you are so cruel To take my son away, My faith is gone forever, Did I have it yesterday? I prayed for his protection This the day and this the nite, But now my faith is altered, Do you think that this is right? She thought of God Almighty And she lifted proud her head, If my son died for freedom, Then mysonis not really dead. Dorothy Lewis ,44. THE ISLE OF LIBERTY ln this big war-torn world of ours, A-t some unknown place, A person can find the quest of life, An an isle of peace and grace. This isle will be known for miles around, Where one and all are free, A place to which we all are bound, The Isle of Liberty. Pauline Skinner ,46. WRECK OF THE PAPER DOLLS They were treasures once-though of little cost, Now they are torn and their cloths are lost! All their losses, I never could mention Why they look as if they had been through a depression! They inighft have fought in a battle in- stead .Xud in that tussle, Snow-White lost her head. Cecile is the only one left of the Quins, The others inustive jumped out of their paper skins! Charlie McCarthy has lost his false chin Now whatill he do if he can't even grin? Princess Elizabeth and Margaret Rose Have gone back to England-I suppose! Now wouldnit it be fun galore, Il' I could bring them back and pretend once more? Madeline Knowles '44. OUR PAL, BRITAIN The people of Britain are fighting swell, The weak, the strong, the sick and the well, To how Hitler's head and an Englishman said, I say, old chap, I'll he glad when you are deadf, Their tea is seldom and far between, But they donit mind, not even the queen, Their children are barefoot, their cities are bombed, But with the Yanks on the march, it xvon't last long. Their food is going, their logs are boomed, But Britain will fight ,til Hitler is doomed, Revenge is ours and Victory too, So keep thern flying, for the Bed, VVhite and Blue. Mary Moore ,47. SPRINCTIME Birds aisinging in the trees, Squirrels chirping with the breeze, Flies 21,l1ll1T1lTllIlg ,round about, Trying to tease the speckled trout Who lurk in every shady pool, Where the water's always cool, Deer and rabbits together rush, To nip the buds from nearby brush, While nature uses her strange po-wer, ln growing every plant and flower. All of this and more too, Wlill happen when this winter's through. Carroll Moore ,44.

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tion TIIE ROSTRUM 29 lt was only this morning that she left her home To shop for the food for today. She went to the butcheris, the groceris, the bakeris, But all of them turned her awayl She had left all her food stamps at home on the shelf- The stores had all closed everywhere! She hadnit the points, she hadnit the food, And all of her cupboards were bare! - so- She walked down the street with despair in her heart, Her features were twisted and torn, The sidewalk was hot and her feet were so tired, Her appearance was sad and forlorn. C. WV. Iohnston 314. OUR FLAG As our boys march off to war To meet a terrible foe, Above them in the smokey sky, Our flag will always blow. It was with them at Pearl Harbor, At Manila and Bataan, lt was with them at Wake Island, WVhere they fought to the last man. It may be torn in places, And soiled and dirty too, But those boys will iight through and night For the good red, white and blue. day And when the war is over, And our Hag Hies in the air, It will remind us of our freedom That they fought for over there. William Herring '47. G. H. S. Sits in Guilford, town of fame, The little place with quite a name. Our basketball is always good But isn't there a reason why it shouldl Of course, diduit you guess the name? Guilford High of sporting fame, And P. C. Clark, all will vow, Our greatest coach up ,til and now. XVill we win? XVell, I guess This lligh School is G. H. S. Robert Ames '44, A'S AND B'S Clan you imagine what it would be, If Xs and B's just grew on trees? XVithout a worry and without a care, To take time out weld surely dare. No No No No tcacheris pencil raised on high, rank book posing under her eye, long detention lists to hearg English class to fill us with fear. The honor roll upon the wall YVould be so very, very tall, The Register','d publish an extra edi- XVith all our names used by permission. No lectures coming from Mr. Clark, No fussing done about our marks, XVhy life would be just joy and ease, lf Ais and B's could grow on trees. Ruth Leighton '46. TWO COMBS No matter where you ever go, Or if you stay at homeg Some fellow's always asking you, mlley, let me take your combf, So now Ilvc got an idea, Iim sure that youlll agree. l'll carry one for everyone else, And carry one for me. Austin Dean '46. A BASKETBALL GAME The ball was thrown to the middle of the floor, The two teams worked to make a score, Be careful, kids, how you pass itl liahl Rah! Guilford made a basket.