Harmony High School - The Ferguson Yearbook (Harmony, ME)

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He s1ts bes1de the road, H15 head 15 m a whirl What shall I do? he crmes I ve got to see my g1rl So he starts the Job once more and there by chance, t1s seen The cause of all h1s troubles He s out of gasolme hn Cobb 49 WIG SNATCHING PIG One day I tr1ed to catch a p1g down by lus pen I squatted Over he came, down on my head and away wxth my w1g he trotted my old w1g I ve never found Now, I have a new one and to my head lt s bound Wxgs are quxte expenswe so 1f another day I ever try to catch a p1g I ll start a d1fferent way Velma Alton '50 HARMONY BASKETBALL We have a teaxn that's really hot W1ll we w1n the game Well why not? We go xnto the game Wrth a lot of v1m, W1th hmgh spzrxts We try to w1n But when we lose We do not srgh, For that s not the sp1r1t of Harmony Hrgh We ve done our best Do you expect more? We ve played the garne and lost the score Mar1on Hernck '52 DAY S END The sun 15 slowly Slnklng Belund a golden cloud The rays are softly beam1ng Around her sxlver shroud The wh1teness 15 a glory a new and precxous th1ng It 1nsp1res us to a garden to pray and preach and sing The sunset rays are shppmg Beh1nd a cloud of blue, Wa1ting for the mghtfall And a star to glxmmer through The rays are hke a ra1nbow, Purple, green and red And out across the bed Quentm M1tchel1 Jr 49 OUR CLASSES F 1S for Freshmen so young and so gay, W1th help from the teachers they re on the1r way S is for Sophomores the silhest class, The teachers w1ll th1n.k that they have the1r brass J 15 for Jumors the frmends of the school We don t know much but We do l1ke to fool S 15 for Semors so n1ce to us all, When lt comes to gaxnes they are r1ght on the ball N1ta Brown 50 . . , u II ' ' ' - 1 ll 9 ' ll ' . U ' . l J'o ' ' ' . D 0 0 I I've traveled east, I've traveled west, H Streaming through the window, . , p ' l , . . . . . , . 0 . . , I Z1

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HHS 15 for the happy hours, We ve spent 1n study hall 15 for the arguments Wh1ch ended w1th a brawl 15 for the rulers, That were scaled down the a1sle stands for the memor1es, Wh1ch cause us all to sm1le 15 for the orders We sometunes forget stands for the notes we threw And usually got caught IS for the Yes, S1r, or Mam, We should have used but d1dn't stands for our honor roll In the corner lt was stuck 15 for the 1nk, We were always Wlplng up stands for our grape vine We ve acqun-ed qu1te a system, aga1n 1S for the heartaches But of course we ll m1ss em Mal Boulette CIVICS We have to study c1v1cs w1th 1ts govermnental orders I always take the easy way and work around the Borders We l1ke to study P011t1CS to see who 15 who, When It comes to Dewey I th1nk we all were fooled Then lt comes to Tru.man why he s the very best W1th help from the people he can do the rest The, teacher IS an angel but other t1mes she s bad So let me tell one thmg don t ever get her mad We l1ke to study CIVICS but there are other subjects too We d better stop our fooling and try to f1n1sh school N1ta Brown, Velma Alton 50 HHS Some l1ke to go to H1gh School but I would rather d1e For when I get my rank card I cry and cry and cry History 1S my hardest subject wh1ch comes but once a day W1th D s and E s and zeros I m afra1d I m here to stay N1ta Brown 50 MY MAN W1th b1g blue eyes and nice blond ha1r lou turn around and he ll be there He 11keS to tease and he always w111 When he's out for dmner he When on a date he IS so po11te I don t see why we have to f1ght He likes to save h1s money and lt s all so very true Somet1mes lt isn t funny and lt makes me feel so blue My poem is all through and you don't know h1s name I ll give you one clue h1S middle name IS Blame Nita Brown DIFFICULTIES Under a bleak and lonely tree the stubborn auto stands G1g an angry lad IS he For th1s has spoiled h1S plans The carburetor seems to be the cause of all h1S woe He tightens up a dozen bolts but Stlll the thmg won t go H . . . , A ' , R . . , . . ' M . . . I 0 ' I I 1 O ' , ' ' . . , . , N . Y . . H , ' I ' ' . G , ' Q I u ' , H ' ' . ' f , ' ' ' , hates the bill. I49 0 . ' 0 - ', ' , ' . '50 o . U . Z0

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I M NOT A POET A poem 15 one th1ng that I can t wr1te I th1nk and thmk and try all n1ght But 1n the mormng, when the sun comes I ve got a poem that takes the cup It has no verse, lt has no rhyme But that s all r1ght I do It all the tlme And when 1ts tune to pass th1s 1n No teachers praxse do I expect to w1n D1ck Munger GRAVEYARD F OLLIES The graveyard lay m s1lence The color of the gravestones l1ght Whxle the tomb 1n the left hand corner a ghostly gr ay 1n the mght The w1nd mourned among the trees, A gentle but haunted song and the mus1c was gone Now came a loud rumble as the graves all opened w1de Out from the deep holes 1n the Ghosts seemed to gl1de earth Some were short and broad whlle others tall and sllm, Danclng m the moonl1ght around a blg graves nm They floated around like huge shadows danc1ng on boney feet I, cl1ng1ng to the graveyard fence, felt sort of dazed and weak Suddenly they enclosed a grave and swaymg mn the breeze Sang a bewrtchxng song that made my own blood freeze I watched w1th ternfxed eyes as they turned toward me the1r faces Then slowly they looked at the ground and sank xnto the1r usual places The wmd mourned among the trees 1ts own ghost s specxal song The graveyard folhes over, I turned and hurrzed on up, 5 Velma Alton 50 ZZ Q . . , . S U ' : , . . . I u I . , 0 This was followed by a silence I I 9 I . I . , . ' 9 I