Kingfield High School - Abram Breeze Yearbook (Kingfield, ME)

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26 THE ABRAM BREEZE THE BUSIEST THING Oh, the busiest thing we have in our school Though it has nothing to do with our books Is the long green table which stands in the hall. The white lines are not just for looks. As soon as the recess You surely will want to watch out For some are trying to get the paddlesg They go through the door with a shout. bell does ring They still like to play though the class bell has rung. They act worse than beasts in a stable. You've guessed itg the busiest thing we have Is our green and white ping pong table. Joan Trask '53 CHAMPS We the girls at Kingfield High Demand a chance to speakg For we think our winning games Is more than a lucky streak. TheBangeleygirls have tried three times To put us in our place, But we just struggled with all our might And played at a terrific pace. Ernestine Dunham '53 THE THING Oh, the man that was walking down the beach Should have gone the other way Then he wouldn't have found that fatal box That has changed his life since that bright day. He couldn't even give it away To a solitary persong None would take the dreadful thingy To you let this poem be a lesson. The only one who finally took it, And this is on the level, Was a man who lives in a scorching place, A red eyed, horned Devil. So if you want to go to heaven When you're strolling around the sand The only thing you should pick up Is some honest and handsome man. Eleanor Parson '53 ATHOME I like to stay home at night? It gives to me such delight To think I have a home, And can dream of the unknown While I sit by my fireside bright. Joan Trask '53 ,nl 470K-iv

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THE ABRAM BREEZE - A25 Winter, winter wonder land, You cover us with a blanket of snow. Oh! Winter, winter wonder land, Why do you send us a cover so white? Winter, winter wonder land, Why do you cause all our flowers to blight? Oh! Winter, winter wonder land, You give us so many winter sports, Winter, winter wonder land, But to keep warm we need so many coats. Jean Pushard '54 THE BASKETBALL PLAYER Johnny was a basketball player, No better could be found, He could shoot, jump, and also dribble And he could take the ball out of bound. Johnny was a basketball player The best that I have ever seen, He was quick as the lightning flash He played for the good of the team. Johnny was a basketball player Who wore the red and whiteg He always seemed to make the plays Which seemed to us just right. Martin Sillanpaa '51 H DOUBLE TROUBLE The young man called for his girl at eight While the moon was rising high. He tooted and tooted to hurry his mate But had to give up with a sigh. Finally she came at quarter of nine All dressed in the usual frills, He thought she looked fine He knew he was in for many thrills. They at last set off for the dance Where he thought they might cut a rug But when he found he had gum on his pants, It really was the end for poor Doug.' Gloria Dyeri '52 DONKEY FUN One stormy night in January Of nineteen fifty-one The Legion and the Odd Fellows Met for a bit of fun. The sport was donkey basketball They played with all their might, Some guys didn't even get the ball It was a funny sight. Taisto Maki's little mule Was gentle as the spring air,- Shethrewhim head over heels Bight into a folding chair. By the time Charles K. had tumbled off And got hold of the ball His little donkey could be seen At the other end of the hall. At the end of the game three of our girls Poochie, Jo and Gin, Raced on wooden donkeys To see which one could win. Then three of our boys did the same thing And three of the older men, too. lt was really more fun I actually think Than an afternoon at the zoo. I think every one enjoyed himself And I am no exception! And if they ever bring the donkeys back They'll get a grand reception. Ruth Donahue '52 BASKETBALL PRACTICE At practice each and every night We shoot fouls from the floor, If we do miss, Oh! what a plight For then we shoot some more. We dribble with care around the hall Until we dribble fine But we can not carry the ball ' Across the center line. Beverly Boynton '53

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DRAMATICS A ONE-ACT PLAY CAST .Seated: N. Knapp, Morrell, T. Standing: Mrs. Chadbourne, N. This year we presented two plays to the public, the one-act play 'Wil- bur's Wild Night' and the three-act mystery comedy 'Lights Out', both of which were coached by Mrs. Chad- bourne. 'Wilbur's Wild Night', which was given for the benefit of the school on the night of the Carnival last fall,was cast chiefly from the under- classmen, most of whom were inex- perienced in dramatics. The cast was as follows: Wilbur Maxwell, a pint-sized atom bomb Norman Knapp Mrs. Maxwell, his mother Beatrice Morrell Mr. Maxwell, his father Leo Boyce Connie, his older sister Gloria Dyer Betty Lou, his younger sister Jean Pushard Miss Turk, Betty Lou's school teacher Marilyn Howard Mr. Mallory, Mr. Maxwell's boss Theodore Thompson Heap Chief Tail Feather,an Indian Chief . Norman Trenholm Thompson, M. Howard, Pushard. Trenholm, Boyce, Dyer. A three-act play,'Lights Out'.for the benefit of the senior class trip to Washington was given on the night of March 30 with this cast. Agnes Harwood, the late Albert Stil- well'S ni6Ce Beatrice Morrell Dorris Harwood, her daughter Virginia Trask Carl Emerson, with an eye for business Paul Cory Vicky Wayne, young, wealthy,attractive Joan Trask Helen Freeland, a secretary Marilyn Howard John Bates, a prospective buyer Theodore Thompson Susan Bates, John's wife A Christie Packard Neil Parker, a writer of detective sto- ries Henry Carey William Patterson Vaughn, a real estate agent Victor Nichols Ella Tucker, Mrs. Harwood's maid Gloria Dyer Benny King, El1a's Romeo Leo Boyce