Higgins Classical Institute - Scroll Yearbook (Charleston, ME)

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36 H. C. I, SCROLL T ':'E:E'- 5 -:ni 4 5-4 ' i- BELIEF Longer is the twilight hour, I believe in the brooks, and the trees, and Longer time to play, the fields, Pretty grows the pink May flower And all that the earth has in store I believe in the rights that God gave man, Some thousands of years before. , The right to live in the holy land, Where the straight, narrow path is the guide. 'I'he right to wait for the coming day When all mortals shall be at His side. But before we depart from this earthly scene, Where we all are judged by above, Let's. fulfill our tasks of righteous work, And be subject to His love. B. Conners '46 SPRING And all the birds have begun to sing. The grass is finally turning green, And the men of the households are putting on screens. X X After the winter, then comes the spring, Spring is also the time of year. That little chicks begin to appear. Tho hens are put outdoors in their pens And the cattle are pastured cfnce again. The boys and girls, they fall in love, When the moon or sun shines brightly above I wonder why the spring of the year Brings everyone so much cheer? M. Stanhope '46 SPRING ON THE FARM Once again the birds are singing, Old dread winter's cold is past, While our hearts with joy are ringing, As we conquer each new task. Lambs are capering, cattle lowing, As they smell the fresh spring air, O'er the hills the green is showing, Mother Nature does her share. Hors-es restlessly are tramping, Anxious for the trace and bit, You can tell by their stamping, For the spring's work they are fit. Farmers all are getting restless, Anxious for the time to seed, Then to trust in God and Nature, To provide their every need. M. Locke '46 SPRING HAS COME The birds are twittering, The grass is green. 'Tis the prettiest spring I've ever seen. T0 STAY Sap is running Freely from the trees. Bees start humming And sharp blows the breeze. Spring has come to stay. M. Mace '46 SPRING Snow cannot be seeng The grass is turning greeng That's one of the signs of Spring. The birds are singingg 'I'he church bells are ringingg That's a sign of Spring. Flowers soon will reappear, Filling every heart with cheer. These are signs of Spring. Ted Farrell '46 SPRING Spring is the busiest time of the year, But it is the time we all hold dear. Perhaps we have play rehearsal every night, Or maybe on the baseball field we iight. But in the spring, pleasure is mixed with work, And around each corner the sun does lurk. Maybe after school we can take a bike ride, It's fun in this way like a bird to glide. The birds merrily singing each morning bright, Greet us before the day is quite light. And all through the day we are happy and glad, As we see strolling each lassie and lad. E. Chase '46 A BASEBALL GAME IL's a red hot day in May And the sun is shining brightg It's a perfect baseball day, But the game isn't going right. Il.'s the last of the ninth inning, The score is seven to six: The other team is winning And we are in a fix. Now the bases are all loaded And there are but two awayg But Masse hits a homer And therefore saves the day. Bill MacDonald '46 i.-..i.. -i T0 OUR BOYS Uncle Sam has called our boys And they have gone away. They've put away their childish And answered the call today. toys Many have gone from H. C. I. To fight for freedom and right. They are protecting us CYou and IJ And fighting with all their might.

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H. C. LSC 1 : tion and art and sc- he took me around and showed me the many improvements and changes. There had been much talk about making Higgins into a boys' schcol but at last it had been decided to make it co-educational lor the children of Higgins graduates ctnly. Paul told me about the dances that were hcld weekly with three formals annually. At last the bottom of the gym had been fixed lor bowling and other games. The garage had been built into a stable for riding h:-rses which the students may use in their leisure time. A much larger kitchen and a dining room have been established which must be a great help. Paul told me about where our old school- mates were. One thing that particularly in- terested me was that Eva Stinson and Vance Foss were married and living in Pros- pect Harbor packing sardines. J-:-Ann Peirce was admitted to the bar and has her own law office in Boston. Calvin Stinson became a doctor and spec- ializes in mental cases. He always said he wanted to know what made some people act the way they do. Trug has a large hospital and some of his nurses are Colleen Snlorw, Mary Shirley, Sylvia Green and Shirley Powers. By this time it was getting late but Paul insisted that I go uptown. 'I'here had been many changes, but some- thing seemed to be wrong with me. Bells seemed to be ringing and my eyes opened to find things exactly as I had left them a few hours ago. It was now 6:30 and the rising bell was ringing. I was in my own bed on the third floor in the girls' dormitory. Rebecca Merrill '48 TROOP SHIP EDITOR'S note: Bob came to see us when he was home last time, and he was asked to write a poem for this year book of which he was an editor last year. Not long ago he sent uf: this one, written while he was still on board the troop ship which carried him to Italy. The members of the Scroll board wish to express their appreciation and thanks to him for remembering us. The sea was pretty rough last night: It tossed the ship from side to side And dropped it in its seething depths And whipped it with its roaring tide. Last night before they cleared the decks, The white capped waves were running high: The Heavens changed from blue to gray And rain clouds filled the troubled sky. Inside and far below the decks, The soldiers sweated out the gale And cussed the rocking of the boat Or lay on sick beds, still and pale. .5- ROLL , 35 .a P- r -- Somc, as they lay there through the night, Were turned to thoughts of far away: Their homes, their families and friends,- The things for which they've learned to pray. Yes, even haughty soldiers pray When faced by death or seized by fright: And out from that strong stricken ship I know went many prayers last night. Day after day they've spent their time Upon the rolling, tossing foam, Aboard a ship which carries them To foreign lands far from their own. Yet on and on they ride alone Americans they are--and free, Seasick and lonely, far from home Aboard a troop ship, out at sea. Pvt. Robert W. Camercn Ex'-15 SOMEWHERE - A Fantasy In Blank Verse Snow falling, lightly and gently, Covering the country side-a film of white. From 'neath a hilltop rises a wisp of smokeg There must be people-somewhere. Trees, lace-like limbs gathering a breeze, Whisper of a summer that is past. And up there trembles a last leaf- Hope of a rcfbinfsomewhere. Rolling hills, a mosaic of misty whites and SYBIYS, And a shadowy sky, wintry dull, Where the fluffy clouds roll by. Beyond is the sun-somewhere. Ah, there 'tis, shining through the clouds, Setting amid glorious myriad cols-rs, Lighting the innumerable brilliants of the snow. God touches all things-somewhere. P. L. B. '45 FREEDOM Have you ever been down on a sea swept beach And watched the water as it rises and falls, Crashing unhurt on the coral reefs, Then crawling to the deep blue sea? There is peace, such as only the sea can find: The kind of peace not known to mankind. Man, fighting for the common good of all, Freedom from want, free speech, worship, and press--that's a beautiful aim. And there are men who would conquer these four freedoms, But they don't get as far as they did before Because Americans believe in freedom for all, With no country held as a dictator's thrall. Yes, sea, you have such beautiful freedom, If only mankind were not sc- dumb. B. Fish '46

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H. c. I.scRoLL 3-7 When Peace again has flooded the earth And the war has ceased to be, We shall all have a new freedom of birth And of Peace and Democracy. N. Cummings '46 LIMERICKS There was an old woman from Dover Who was in a car that turned overg She cracked her head And then it was said That she was laid in a grave at Hanover. H. Hanson '46 There was a man from Berling As a paper-hanger he did begin. He started a war- I dofn't know what for Now he will hang for his sin. . P. Archer '46 A man from the town of Berlin, ' Was wiping the sweat off his ching Our bombers flew by, And let the bombs fly, Our boys watched the old man dig in. The Japs thought they were bright, When they started the U. S. to fight: But cfne of these days, We will hear the Japs say, Our future is not like a light. A. Amero '46 There was a yo-ung woman from Dover Who used to roam through the cloverg One day she sat dc-wn On what she thought was the ground But there was a bee there and he drove her. There was a young man from Bangor He always got everything that he sang for, One day he sang reveille And in walked sweet Beverly He said, You must be the maid that I rang for. P. Seamans '46 There was a young man from Texas He was really very reckless, He fired with his gun Then began to run For he had hit a woman's necklace. P. Page '46 There was a young lady from Ricker, Who thcught Higgins would lick her, She buckled right in, And won out with a grin, And she found she could do her work quicker. M. Locke '46 There once was a girl from Garland, Who wished she could live on an island: With all of her might She tried to be right But slill wanted to live on this island. M. Madden '46 I once had a parrot named Polly, Who went for a ride on a trolley. When she got there And was asked for her fare, She said, I ain't got any, by gully. B. Fish '46 Well we remember that night in June The lake bathed in silver by the light of the moon, On the lake in a boat Which we thought would float, But it sank from our s-ight all too soon. Jean Allen '46 t v 2