Madawaska High School - Owl Yearbook (Madawaska, ME)

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Pagel2 THE OWL' MII lf' iBuems DREAMING In school sometimes I dio dream, And then my mind is not so keen, My thoughts are very far away, I can't rememfber things they say. But now with finals creeping near, I ll have to keep awake, I fearg Or else in june she-d many a tear. Ifve decided right away, To pay attention every day, In June Iill then -go up the aisle, With a very happy smile. Mertie CAHOON, '39 MAINE My state has a beauty rare, T-o which no other can. com-pare. Its farms have always been its pride, By hills and forests vbeauitified. Wi-ld animals abound in Maine, Brave hunters come in search of gameg And fishing is as fine a sport, From lakes and streams the prize is brought. Now is'n't it just very plain, That if a boy is -born in Maine, He'll want to say how grand and great It is to live. in Maine, My Staten? Onias MARTIN, '39. TIME FLIES Things we have to do to-day Should not be left until to-morrow. He who works the 'lazy way Is laying up a store of sorrow. Each new day brings tasks and cares Which confront us all the more. For 'now we'r-e faced with yesterday's share Of what we should have done before. Let this poem teach you how As you travel -life's uneasy way, To do your daily duties nowg For to-morrow too soon becomes to-day. Gerard SOUCY, '39. A PRACTICAL JOKE Inf you ha-d a pair of skates, Would you go skating on a lake? If you would like to have some fun, Go on a lake and try to run. I took the sign that says Thin Ice Put it where you couldn't see it twice, Then hid myself behind a tree, And patiently waited a sigh to see. Soon. along came a guy I know, To put on his skates sat on the snow' Then he went skating on the lake, To the iplace where I knew the ice would break I laughed aloud when he fell in, Because he went where the ice was thin. When he hit the water he began to shout Till-l I had to go and help him out. U Valere TARDIF, '41. THE ATTEMPT There was a man from Pumipkinville Wfho -pitch-ed baseball with very much skillg He gave all the baseball fans a thrill When he signed with Louisville. There they put him through the mill The different ways they sllammed the pill In just one single batting drilil 3 Now he's back in- Pumpkinville. Durward GOODELL. '39 GOOD OLD WEATHER A lot of people used to think That tlhis new year was going to bring Things so very different From the years prece-dent. The March winds 'did not choose to blowg April showers turn-ed to snowy The Iiiay iilowers may bloom in juneg 'Cause the whole wor-ld's out of tune. The july heat may never come. From the ever-hiding sun 3 Therefore th-e girl who wants a man VVi.ll have to go without a tan! Raynald D. DUFOUR,'40 Nil Qc

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'THE OWL Pagell 'Ill If Jfrum The eps nt a ppetnriter Oh mel Yes, here comes the janitor. I do believe school is -over for today. What a relief it is just to sit 'back and enjoy yourself for a cou-p-le of hours, especially when a person has been driven just as hard as one possibly can go all day long. No, believe me, life is'nt all a bed of roses for a poor typewriter like me. You ask me why I am sighing? Uh it's nothing much, except taht that horrid girl who uses me so often just forgot to put on my black coat again. Now I'll get all dusty once more and get 'blamed when my keys get all clogged up. No wonder I look like an old out- of-'diate Ford car. Woe is mel when I think -hofw pretty and new I was a couple of years ago, I feel just like crying. I shall never forget the -d-ay I came to Ma- d'a-waska High School. I w.as a pretty bla-ck machine just out of the factory, with great ideas amd ambiti-ons for t'he future. One day as I sat thinking happily off where I wounl-d go to 'be used, an old broken down typewriter who sat beside me, turned and said, Why are you smiling like a basket of chi-p l? Oh , I answered, -because I'm so happy. You see its 'my turn to be moved out today. My old comnpanicn scowled back at me and muttered J-ust wait until you get kicked around like I ha.ve. You'll change your tune. I merely laughed and knew this would never happen to me. You see, I was going to be of service to mankind and, of course, mankind would be 'good to me in turn. Well - the day arrived. I was pick-ed up by a large man, packed in a stuffy w-oo-den box and carried out to a large truck which stood in the factory yand. I re- memlber I ha-d albout twenty-five other com- panions, all new and shiny like me, but I be- lieve I was the happiest. I hummed a little as the tru-ck sped on, and thought I was very important. About three days later we arrived at our dlesvtination. At least it was my destination. The other twen-ty-four were to be used else- where. I will miss my companions, I thought, as I was again carried from the tru-ck, but the world around me was so bright that I k-new I would be too busy seeing things to miss any- one. It was a school where I was to be used. I knew that now, for didn't the man say This is Madawaska High School to another man, as I entered. I will admit I was a bit homesick as I was placed on a lange desk by myself. There were more typewriters arou'n-d me, but none was as young an-d bright as I. I knew this was the typing room and here was to be my home, so I tried to make the most of it. I had a long talk with myself that night. I was'n't going to be homesick for the factory. My motto was to be Service - always, and' I w.asn't going to 'break down until a long, long time rpassed. But -- all good things must en-d and I'm afraid this is what happened to my amlbitions. It was the next morning that things began to change. At first I was half scared out of my wits by a bell that rang, and then I almost died when a troop of noisy boys and girls came into the room. I tried to smile but I'm afnaid' I was very near tears when a very big boy came up, plumpe-d himself down in a chair next to me and started dru-mmi-ng on my keys. I didnft like this treatment but had to res- pond, for wasin't Service my motto? I lost many an illusion in life that week. I found out that I had many enemies, and one especially kind. friend who was a sweet, gen- tle., Commercial teacher named Miss Booth. She helped .me over many a rough spot, but how I suffered in the hands of some of those boys anid girls? At first I was in constant de- mand. The other old model typewriters were le-ft and' I was use-d incessantly. This made my other fellow types j-ealous of me and' I led a dogfs life. But ml've grown up l'l'OW. I don't complain much, not even. when I get pound-ed around because the typist makes a mistake and blames it on me. I d-on't get angry when a person who intends to write Mary jane Brow-n writes blu jamb plkmrb instead. You see, I just have to take life with a smile. I'm old now. I'm not used much, so I sup- pose I',ll be taken back to the factory one of these days. But after all my motto is stil-l Service Mertie CAHOON, '39, 4.1 ,

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-O 'Q a T H E O VV L Page 13 ememher hs Wlauhguhlin Ibanez On the night of April 28th the High School Seniors presented a play which was a great success. This success was partly due to the ability with which Miss L-eflaire, our English Teacher, directed the play and partly due to the cooperation of the actors an-d their good work. The name of the play was Hobgobli'n House , an-d what a house it was ! Gerard Soucy put chills in our bones in the person of Darius Krupp, a fearful hunchback, who was always telling weird stories. He had two tough looking characters as his confede- rates in crime who were only slightly less fearful in appearance. They were lifluebeard Bronson, played by Conrad .'Xlbert, who was an escaped flunatic, wi l1 Hector Cyr as Bill lVi'lkins, his keeper. Germaime Collin was admirabffe in the part of a rather stu-bborn. but courageous sipinster by the name of Priscilla Carter, who took efficient care of her two nieces .lill and Marion, played by Mildred Dionne and Irma lllichaud. Their fboy-rfrienrds were fine cha1ps,.lack Loring and Frank Harlow, played iby James Price and Durward Goodell. liiliner tSonnyj Hourgoin was tops in fun- making while acting the part of Henry Goober, a funny-faced Negro, who had a habit of stuttering. lilmer was ably assisted in his comical antics by Lucille Albert as Delilah NYorts, a good-natured negress, and Mildred Violette as Susan Parkins, lthe Henglisl1' 'tlusekeeperf Last ibul not least, Patricia Albert added an atmosphere of mystery to the play in the per- son of the headless phantom, and other ghost- ly apparitions, only to prove at the end lo be the kidnapped daughter of a millionaire, The stage assistants were Louis Albert, Unias Martin, XYilfrid Levasseur, and Norman Pelletier. The play was attended by a very large audience and the gate receipts were larger than any heretofore taken at a Maidawaska Senior Play. Adrien MORNEAULT Irma MICHAUD Elluniurs REIAIR ROW flelft to rlgihtl : Mr. Dadgle, Ardfvisorg E. lS0'ucfy, L. Oyr, L. Folnigemie, A. Mi- eihauud, A.Dionne, J.Ta:l:l'if, R. Sammy, A. Cayer, J. Roy, L. Sirois, L. Bouefhard, L. Beau- pre. - C. Dairgfle, Cl.iC'yr, 1-1. L3,'lO'I1'1'bf3', G.PeC11etier, L. Car rier, M..Garon, R, Dufour, E. Bouicihmfd, H. Gerard.-G. Dufour, C. L-achanee, O. Gendreau,J.fC'yr, B. Sirois, G. Barron, E. Albert, D. Oyr, A. Cote, Yivette Rioux, D. Gocldell. R. Bouchard, T. Oyr, C. Sirois, B. Messelcar, M. Drurfour, A. Tniboldeau, A. Sirois. li 9' H --,L..-. L, .,, ,, ...- A ...TTQQ1 . f'Qff ,,.v 1. -iQ L-MAL., -,- ,,,,, W, .........-.....,llf