Machias High School - Margaretta Yearbook (Machias, ME)

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22 THE MARGARETTA But, darling, the blood on your face ! her father said nervously. At that Tess giggled sleepily, Shucks, that ain't blood. That's straw- bry jam! SCHOOL DAYS I'm dragged out of bed at quarter past eight And hurried to school so I won't be late. I climb the stairs at twenty to nine, And that, my friends, is not on time. At quarter to nine I go to my classes, And while I am passing I eye the lasses. I look each one over from head to toe, And that's why in passing I am so slow. Let's start oif with French this beautiful morning, And right now let me give you a warning. If my lessons I do not know, Don't think I'm lying, it is so. Miss Eaton says, Today we have Chapter 9, And I find out I'm only five chapters behind. Oh, well, what is a lesson or two, Especially when you're going to school. Then I go to English class, Occasionally in this I do pass, But when I should be reading my English story I'm thinking of Lancelot in all his glory. ' Then to Geometry class I go, With dragging feet and head hung low. When Miss Ebbeson gives us a test- I-I can't endure to tell the rest. What a life it is to go to school! Five hours each day under demons' rule, And if you even get into a fight One of them says, Detention tonight! Laurence Johnson '44 Pk vii Ik PF I LOVE MY COUNTRY I love my country, my native land That stretches from sea to sea, And touches many a foreign land. America's the place for me. Now when I think of all the hate That spreads abroad today, I square my shoulders as I say, My country must not go that way. I love the lakes, the streams, the hills, The bubbling brooks, the rocky rills. It makes us bow our heads in prayer, God bless our land so rich and fair. Dick Kimball '45 Pk Pl' PK PF EDUCATION FOR VICTORY We must try for our EDUCATION In spite of the cry of WAR, So to M. H. S. we will be true And go on as ever before. We must study our lessons harder To prepare us the future to win, And may our brave and sturdy youth Keep the enemy from coming in. We must always think of the future When this cruel WAR is done, Then we'll be glad we have done our duty Instead of wasting our time in fun. Let us hope that now and forever Our people will always be FREE, To worship, to study, to play, and to win And lead on to VICTORY. Helen Hanscom '45 aw Pk Pk 4: GOOD ADVICE When I was, oh, so very young, I heard an old man say,' Keep very little for yourself, And give the rest away, Life will seem worth living, Just you wait and, see. But I was young, so very young, No use to talk to me. When I'd increased my learning I heard him say again, The things you've shared with others Have not been given in vaing Kind deeds make people happy, Be thoughtful the whole day through. Now I am two and fifteen And yet, I find it's true. Muriel Mawhinney '43

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THE MARGARETTA 21 But don't you see, said Marcella happily, I've switched the envelopes. Eleanor W. Dodge '45 if ik 42 PRISCILLA TESS AND THE STRAWBERRY JAM Mr. Frums tiptoed quietly through the parlor in the dark. In his right hand were his shoes and in his left hand his soiled necktie. He was feeling his way through the darkness when sud- denly he knocked something over, hurt his leg, and let a rather low growl es- cape his lips. At practically the same time a light was turned on and a little girl started to laugh, H'wo pop, she said, what- cha got in yer hands, huh ? Nothing-just my shoes. Why aren't you in bed, Priscilla Tess? Sure- ly you're not taking advantage of your mother's being away, are you ? Nope, I ain't, I was jes waitin' for you ta 'get in', like momma does. Where you been, huh ? continued the child. That was a nice thought, your wait- ing for me, but a little girl needs her rest. Now go on up to bed like a nice little girl, said her father. Gee, pop, I'm hungry. Can I have some strawbry jam, huh? she said, putting her braids over her shoulder. No, you certainly cannot. Not at this time of morning, said her father. Now go on upstairs-hurry! and he sat down on a nearby couch. Mr. Frums lay down and almost went to sleep. Almost, because as he was about to doze off, his daughter, Pris- cilla Tess, hollered down: Daddy, aren't you comin ta bed, 'tis terribly late-huh, daddy, ain't you ? No, Priscilla, I am not! came the reply of her father. Oh, exclaimed Priscilla Tess. Will, will you bring me up a drink of water? I'm terribly thirsty-please? Come down and get it yourself. I'm sleepy, said her father, disgustedly. O'k, pop-if you're sleepy, Priscilla Tess replied. About a half hour later, Mr. Frums awoke with a start from his dreams in which he was being chased by a mad elephant and was running head first into a beehive. Mr. Frums sat upright on the couch and looked around the room. All the lights were on, and then it suddenly came to Mr. Frums that he did not see or hear his daughter. He ran upstairs, hoping to find her safely in her own room. No, she wasn't there. He opened all the doors upstairs, look- ed in all the corners, and when Priscilla Tess could not be found, he hurriedly ran down stairs again. Had Tess been kidnapped ? he won- dered. No, no one would want to kid- nap Tess. Even so, if she had been kid- napped, her kidnapper would probably bring her back very soon. He went to the kitchen, the dining- room and the parlor. He looked every- where-under the couch, behind the desk, in the dish closet-just in case Tess had been playing a trick on him. He was about ready to give up when he decided to look in the pantry and see if his salary, which he kept in the sugar bowl, was missing. He turned on a light and was about to step inside the pantry, when he saw, huddled limply on the fioor-Tess-her mouth and face all red. Oh, Tess, he cried excitedly, are you all right, dear ? Tess woke up and looked at her fath- er curiously. Why, yes, pop, I'm ok -why not?

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THE MARGARETTA 23 Here's to the Freshmen, The Sophomores and Juniors, Here's to the Seniors, too! Here's to MacArthur and everyone else Who lives under the Red, White and Blue! Here's to Roosevelt and here's to Churchill, Two And Who men who can't be beat! here's to Hitler and all the Japs soon will get the hot seat . So come on girls and fellers'l too, They'll hear what we have to say, We'll shoot the Japs and hang the Germans, We're all for the U. S. A. The And Polly Murphy '42 Pk P!! Pls S1 A PEACEFUL NIGHT moon rose out of a cloudless sky, tinged the tree tops a golden hue. AA rippling stream from the lake went by, Reminding me that spring was due. The stars did blink as their reflection played On the calm, dark waters of the lake, And as night came on and the dusk did fade, I listened to the noises of the drake. While I stood on the bank of the rippling stream, Gazing at all the surrounding place, I suddenly awoke from my peaceful dream, And found the sun pouring down on my face. Glenace Feeney '42 elf Pls Pk FK MY DESPAIR Mr. Pendergast is my teacher, I shall not pass. maketh me prepare hard lessons. leadeth me to expose my ignorance before the class. maketh me rewrite papers for his sake. Yea, though I study 'til 12:30, I learn nothing. confinement bothers me, and my head re- fuses to Work. He prepareth quizzes for me in the presence of my classmates. He giveth me low grades and my work run- neth over- Surely zeros shall follow me all the days of my life, And I shall dwell in the history class forever. Amen. Alice Smith '43 He He He The THOUGHTFUL THINGS Did you ever stop to think What makes a day gay and bright? It isn't just the sunshine, But that helps out, all right. It's not just meeting friends you like, Exchanging news and jokes, No, it's more than that. It's thoughtful things That you've done for other folks. Ida Bowers '43 ill PF Pk ik ARE TEACHERS PEOPLE? Are teachers really people Like John or Mary Doakes, Or are they what they seem to be- A special kind of folks? No mortal eye could beam such fiamc, No gaze could be so firm That under their hypnotic spell The lordly seniors squirm. No human hand could be so quick To deal out Justice's measure And. confiscate a sling-shot, Some freshman's dearest treasure. No earthly step could be so 'light As in a silent room It stalks some helpless victim Like a spectre from the tomb. No person's lips in rage most vile These fateful words could frame, That poem by 3 o'clock, my friend, Or take your 'D' in shame. U I've studied them, I've wondered, . I've long been deep in thought, I've pondered till my aching brow Is fevered, damp, and hot. I've tried to see their viewpoint, I've tried the best I can, But include them I could never In The Brotherhood of Man . A test I thought to prove my point, So this one I devised To sink them to the depths of shame Or raise them to the skies. That poem by 3 o'clock, she said- I soon must hear her call, And if she takes this like a sport She's human after all. Philip Cole