Hartland Academy - Ripple Yearbook (Hartland, ME)

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There's ironing from way last week- Who said housework was fun? But Ma is coming home tonight, I'll soon be through this mess. I'll iron, wash, and cook, and cleang Itls not so bad, I guess. Ma'll say, You've done so well, my girl, I think you need a rest. And Pa will Wink at me and say, I think she's earned a dress! -Betty Bunker, '46 FRIENDSHIP When you're in need and do despair, A friend is certain to be there To urge you on anld share with you The things that make you feel so blue. When taibles turn, and he grows grim, Then you can do the same for him, Thus friendship grows from day to day, As one helps ease the other's way. -Ruth Pearson, '46 SCHOOL From early morn 'til way past noon, We pass our time at school. Some children like that way of life, To live by rod and rule. Now sissy girls may choose, I know, To pass their days at school, But boys who are the liveliest, Have different things to do. They'd sit upon the river bank, To swim or maybe fish, Or skate and slide in winter time, Such things they always wish. Oh! Girls can go to school and read, But I'll stay hom-e and play. But boys anld girls are not alike, Thank goodness! I shall say! -Jack Neal, '46 OUR PART Far away on a battlefield Over across the sea, 'l'here's a soldier boy who's lighting .Just Ior you and for me. Somebody's son or sweetheart is lar away from home, ues lighting hard for victory in air, on land, or foam. If he will make this sacrifice, well help while he is gone, We'11 scrimp and save and work and wait And buy and buy War Bond.s! Betty Bunker, '46 POETRY Did you ever have to write a poem? And only had a minute? Did you ever have to scratch your head? And think how to begin it? Well, that's the task I've got to do, And try it as I will, The words won't rhyme or come out right, It just won't fill the bill. So I'll resign unto my fate, Which may be flat D minus, But there's still one hope to which I'll cling- In this job they can't fire us! -Shirley Stedman, '46 HANDS OFF! His hair is brown, his eyes are too, His love for me is true. He gets a thrill when I am near, When I'm away, he's blue. I love him too, in rain and sun, In showers, storm, and fog, But, girls, don't try to cut me out, He's just my airedale dog! Betty Bunker, '46 SONG IN THE NIGHT It was a moonlit summer night, When everything was still. I stood outside to watch the stars, And shadows on the hill. I heard a sounid deep in the wood, A sound no one has heardg It wasn't either man nor beast, I231-

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Now balbies grow fast, especially babies of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows, and it wasn't very long before that hollow log became one of the liveliest nurseries in the Whole world. At first the babies didn't venture out from under the rwbbiss-h and brush that covered the hollow log, but they were contented in chasing each other in and out of the nursery, while their mother kept her eye on them. Billy himself wasfn't far off un- less he was out fishing. Just as soon as their mother thought they were big enough she led them to the bank of the pool, a few steps from the pile of brush. Such a wonderful place it was! No wonwder their eyes grew big and round. For the first time they saw the laughing brook, the jolly little sunbeams, blue sky, trees, plants, and flowers. They felt the breezes and heard them whisper in lbird songs came from. Suddenly they began to play, for such live- ly little fellows couldn't keep still long. What fun those five little imp-s had! They played tag, hide anld seek, they wrestled and rolled and tumbled over each other and over their mother. It was a Wonderful day to discover the world. Finally, they were so tired that they went back to the nursery and tumbled right ,straight into bed. And this means you, too. Now, scat! the leaves. They listened to the and tried to find out where they -Marguerite Hart, '47 .I,..-........-....- - .. .... - ..... - -...-....-....-....-,...-....-....-,.........-....-....-....... - - - - .. - .. - PUETS' CURNEB BUY THOSE BONDS So that is all that you can spare? Just think of over there, They don't quit when the going's rough For them it's1 always tough. 7 So you work eight hours ev'ry day? At that war plant you slave away, And you help at the U. S. O. You just bought a. bonldg is that so? So you think you have done your part? You feel it in your heart. I surely hate to disagree, But that sounds wrong to me! That boy who used to live next door- Who lost his life at Corregidor, He died to keep the U. S. free, Now what have we done, you and me? The U. S. A. is out to win, So let's all pitch right in! Think over what I had to say And buy that bond today! A -Achsah Farrell, '46 THE SUNSET The sunset is a pretty sight. The sun fades down behind the hills, It fiecks the clouds with golden light, And it's all done by God's own will. I like to watch it slowly sink Like some exhausted human being, Just going home to rest at last From his long day of endless toiling. No man could build such beauteous scenes With science, art or aught on earth, He couldn't create that golden gleam, But God alone proves nature's Worth. -Joyce Thompson '44 HOUSEWORK Who said 'twas fun to do housework? They're crazy as a coot. The pies are tough, the cake like lead, The steak is like a Iboot. The dishes. pile up in the sink, The washing isn't doneg' -I 22 1-

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I knew it was a lbird. Tihat bird was small, but full of notes, It loves to sing, it seems. It ,sang a song' so smooth and clear, 'Ilhat took me into dreams. And in my dreams I heard a whisper, I know not what it said. And 'soon again I heard another, It went right through my head. It woke me up, and what I heard, Was still that same smooth note. It falded off, so far away, And I sat down and wrote. I hear a bird so far away, It's singing soft and low, 'Twill sing until the break of day, When he to sleep may go. -Kenneth Lary '46 SCHOOL It seems to me, And it must to you, Going to school Is tedious to do. First a lesson, Then a big testg Do you not think Those teachers: are pests? You cannot talk, You can't even sing, Can't say a word, It's a darned funny thing. There we must sit, Studying hard all day, We'll all be glad The twenty-sixth of May. Oh, the teachers May get tired, toog They really have Lots of work to do. E241 And so I suppose When the end is near, The days of school Will seem very dear. But as for me, It still is true School is most tediousrg Don't you think so too? -Rae Jean MY POETRY To write a poem I was told to do, So Stubborn me Must see it through. First I gazed, And then I thought, Its hopeless, yes, I guess I'm caught. I said to myself, What of my rank? But what to do? My mind: was blank! I tried and tried, But all for naught, I find my poem Is not so hot! But still I tried Randlett '46 With might and main, I did my best, That's surely plain So if this poem Lacks rhyme and beat, It's not my fault, I still repeat. -Marilyn Mills '46