Hartland Academy - Ripple Yearbook (Hartland, ME)

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Mr. C. Preston Whitaker, B. S., Univensity of Maine Mr. Charles Heddericg, B. S., Colby College. I wish: That the students would live up to the school song. ' That the students Would learn to to be more cooperative. That the students would refrain from chewing gum. Miss Aileen M. Boutilier, B. S., Farmington Normal School Miss Evelyn M. Glazer, B. M., Boston Univer- sity B I WISH: That I didn't have to make three wishes. That I wasn't always being asked to write things to publish in the Ripple. That I was not general handyman and repairman for the whole school. I WISH: There could be unearthed in the I WISH: That the home-ec department had a furnace that didn't smoke. That I could be two poeple second period, so I coul-d teach a class in the gym and one in the annex, with- out neglecting either one. That all the boys and girls in the academy knew how much I enjoye- ed being with them for two years. -E151 boys' or girls' glee clubs, a couple of Lawrence Tibfbetts or Lily Pon- sesg I'di even settle for a Frank Sinatra. That Hartland Academy would copy the custom of the Mexicans and have a Siesta after lunch every day. That the conference room had a piano to save wear and tear on the academy's piano-movers every Fri- day morning.

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For an elimination of the conflict Principal English Science Foreign History Instructor ,,.,. Instructor ..,,. WE WISH FACULTY DIRECTORY Language Instructor Instructor .,... Home Economics Instructor Agriculture Instructor . . V I Music Director ...,...., The editors asked each member of the fac- ulty to submit for publication a list of three wishes. These wishes were to be confined to some phase of their life at H. A. Here are the results. Mr. Frank G. Stone, A. B., M. A., Bates Col- lege I Wish: Much happiness' and a fair share of success to all H. A. students both now and in the Again to H. A. person's chances ing depend upon future. students-since a of successful liv- the habits he ac- quires early in life-a wish that all of you in your school days may be wise enough to acquire habits of diligence in work, courtesy in con- duct, uprightness of character, and the cultivation of wholesome plea- sure and recreation. A final wish for all of us at H. A. remembering that we are now liv- ing in a period of history when the future lies in the balance-that we may do our best to be loyal, patrio- tic American citizens. Miss Stella D. Clifford, A. B., Bates College I Wish: That all the students of Hartland Academy had the enthusiasm for school and the general zest for living that the sub-freshmen pos- sess. ,Y That I had an automatic door- closer, preferably some electrical .41 4 I Mr. Frank G. Stone . Miszs. Stella D. Clifford . . . . . Mr. Mason D. Shaw Miss Ella B. Philpot Mr. Charles R. Heddlericg Miss Aileen M. Boutilier Preston Whitaker Evelyn M. Glazer Mr. C. Miss could operate from front of the room. device which I my desk at the of none of H. A.'s That the lives students may be impaired in hap- piness or service by any deficiency in the training which was received here. Mr. Mason D. Shaw, A. B., University of Maine I Wish: Miss Ella I Wish: I WISH: 1- For a larger, well equipped labor- atory bordering on the classroom. with the bus- schedules in working with individuals and groups on ex- tracurricular activities. Not so much to have surroundings different, but to be able to meet and adjust them successfully. B. Philpot, A. B., Bates College. For a room large enough so that when the Sub-Freshman are pres- ent, the doors can be closed with- out bulging. But if that cannot be For, instruction from a sardine packer so that I can pack them in without bulging of doors amd walls. , That all teachers had the experi- ence of being with such friendly and interesting students as those I have found at H. A.

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tfol:nu1nn:un:nn1nn1 1 1 111411-ny41nn1m,1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1nn1n1 LETERATURE l 1 1 -.ml-:nn1,m1u.11-qu1,1I.-1,n..un1-um-.,,-nu1..1ml THE WINTER SNOWS The world seems so different after the first snowfall. Snow covers the chilled grass with a new beauty. In the early morning when that first storm is over, you feel as if you were in dreamlan-d or in some far-off wonder- place. In January the snow weights the naked elms and the green firs, it makes funny white on rooftops and fence posts. The trees as if they were coated with a white caps look southern moss. When the sun rises slowly over their high tops, they begin to glisten like some evening! garment covered with silver. The distant hills and valleys look like a land of riches as they gleam with their diamond beauty. When one thinks of the steaming jungles, the muddv beaches, and the iighting Japsl, the snow is like a cold cloth for an aching head. To our boys in Italy and Africa where they toil in the blistering heat and live in muddy foxholes, this is a lanld of wealth. Over there one does not see his small rooftops heavy with long shining iciclesf that make one think of the candles at an altar. They miss the windows covered with a heavv frost that pictures designs as intricate as the tracery of antique glass. You cannot helu but drink in all of this lheautv that you behold. As I look at those far off hills, my eyes. cling there as if in turning away it would all be lost to eternity. Here worries and cares are forgotten tempor- arilv in the ecsftacy of a glistening world. It's pleasant, too, to go to bed at night and listen to the driving snow and howling wind. Here we know that there are still such things as freedom, security and lasting peace. -Joyce Thompson '44 GIL, OUR SOLDIER In France there ist a grave-one which is markeld hy a faded cross and serves as a re- minder that Sgt. Gil Randall died for us in World' War One. In Africa, a lone pilot circled albout. As far as he could see, there were only desert sands iuninuinninnqnn--nn--I -un1.mu1uu..nu1un1nn1n-.n....g1n!. stretched before him like a vast ocean. The sky was very dark with no moon at all, and the stars ,seemed to be hidden. Gil dared not attempt to larud because he did not know whether he was over friendly or enemy territory. Earlier in the evening, Gil had become separated' from the rest of his squadron when they had been attacked by German fighter planes. The ship had been badly damaged, but a skillful pilot kept it in the air. Communication by radio was impossible since the enemy would pick up the message and learn his position. Gil's only hope was to locate the American line and glide his plane to safety. With the plane in such a condition and the gas supply so low, Gil realized that only a miracle could save him. Uncertain as to the location of the enemy line, Gil circled' about trying to decide which way to turn. The compass had been smashed lby a German bullet which pierced the front of the plane, barely missing its pilot. Suddenly, there came a blinding Hash fol- lowed by a terrific explosion which seemed to rock the earth below. Cannons roared! Everything below sprang into action. There was so much confusion beneath that no one noticed the plane as it soared nearer the en- emy line, now clearly evident. Dimly outlined against the earth there was a clear cut line of tanks, guns, and other ma- chines of warfare. Directly in the middle of that line was a dark mass which extended for some distance. In fact, it must reach near- ly to the American line. This portion of the battlefield seemed to be rather quiet. Then Gil rememlbered that this was a line of shruab- bery. Neither foe had dared use this pathway for fear of a surprise attack. Why! there were lights moving along this pass! What was up? At once it came to Gil-the Germans were trying to break through the American line! If the Americans advanced, they would split and go on either side of the shrub line, thus giving the Germans a chance to plant machine gun nests in the center of the American line, and by careful planning even attack from the rear. 1I: 16 11