Maynard High School - Screech Owl Yearbook (Maynard, MA)

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He ran out back and hid. Maw telled Paw the roof leaked, Thet she was gettin soaked, That she could walk no more. Instead she had to float. Paw said, Maw, stop naggin’. Or crazy you ' ll drive me.” So the roof went on a leakin’, In our shanty made fer three. Paw was a clean fella, Yep, a clean fella wuz he, He took a bath every Christmas, In our shanty made fer three. Once our neighbors started feudin. Paw wuz sick in bed ; Maw started firin’ her biscuits, With ’em she killed ’em dead. Paw wuz a lazy critter, Yep, a lazy critter wuz he, Maw couldn’t git him out o’ bed. In our shanty made fer three. Yep, how I loved that home, Where I wuz happy as could be, For there lived me and Maw and Paw, In our shanty made fer three. Barbara Thumith, ’5? First Time S is for the spills you take K is for the kin who laugh when you fall A is for the awkward movements that you make- and T is for the times you bump into the wall I is for the irresistible charm of the one who teaches your skates to mind N stands for the new acquaintances you find G is for the good time you have after all. Doris Sims, ’si Two Boids Two little boids were sitting on a fence: One of them ’twas Thin and the other ’twas Dense. Thin had a lot of cents, but Dense had a lot of sense Thin didn’t use common sense with his cents And soon his expenses were too high; But Dense used common sense with his few cents, And bought the Screech Owl from Maynard High. Paul Nelson, ’ } ( 12 )

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Now the chase really is on! Where can the last little nuisance be? You’ve seemed to have looked everywhere. Hmm Crash!!! Oh! What hit me? Little man, with a Hying tackle like that, you’ll be a great football star some day. Come now, be a nice boy and go to bed.” Whew! And as the angry, indignant roars above subside, you sink back into the nearest easy chair, and for the moment, completely relax. But wait! What was that someone said about the patter of little feet?” You can hear them now, and they’re far from sweet! Crash!!!! Here we go again! Sara Boeskk, At) Things I Like To see the sun in all its glory rise above the sleeping world, The briskness in the Autumn air, The leaves so bright and fair; The cheery smiles of the girl next door her words are equally bright; The warmth of a fire on a wintry night, With chestnuts crackling within, The fairyland likeness of a snowy morn With the snow soft as a new born fawn; The cooing of a contented babe, fresh as a rose; The smell of freshly ironed clothes; The moaning of pine trees as breeze sighs through; The chatter of an agitated squirrel, venting his anger at you; The roaring of the ocean as the wind caps the waves with white; The mew of a seagull as he swoops upon his prey from the height; The look of gratitude upon the face of the little old lady down the street As I offer to help with her bundles whenever we meet; The roar of a bubbling brook with its first Spring song, So glad to be free again it tumbles merrily along. All these things and many others, too Make me realize Life’s pleasures anew. Barbara Rich, ’50 Ghost Ball in the Sky An old ballhawk went trotting out one dark and gloomy day. The score had been tied up as he went along his way, (II ) When all at once a mighty clout of home run length he saw, A’ climbing up into space and through a cloudy draw. Yippee-i-o, yippee-i-ay, the ghost ball in the sky. Striding back he twists and leaps in quest of that great ball, And with a mighty clash he bids, but now we see him fall. He’s got to run forever on that diamond in the sky, But he won’t catch that vital ball, no matter how he’ll try. Yippee-i-o, yippee-i-ay, the ghost ball in the sky. He’s running hard and fast in chase of some im- mortal fame, But like most men he won’t succeed, with only him to blame, Of life he made a gamble, which ended in a strife And he’ll find out you can ' t fool God in this vital game of life. Yippee-i-o, yippee-i-ay, the ghost ball in the sky. Henry Nowick, ’51 In Our Shanty Made For Three Way up in them mountains, Where’s ah use ta call home, 1 remember Maw and Paw, We three lived all alone. We lived in a little shanty, Just a made fer us three, Maw and Paw never worked, But we wuz happy as could be. Once Maw made some biscuits, We wuz havin’ company, Uncle Yokum were a coinin’ ta visit. In our shanty made fer three. Maw’s biscuits corned out hard, As hard as thems could be. But Maw still served them fer dinner, In our shanty made fer three. Uncle Yokum weren’t use ta hard biscuits, He got as sick as he could be, He died that night of poison, In our shanty made fer three. One day Maw decided The shanty needed repairs, She said them steps were broken, And she couldn’t go upstairs. Paw said that he’d fix em, O’course he never did, When Maw reminded him,

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CHEER LEADERS First Row: Capt. S. Boeske; C. Higgins Second Row: J. Morgan; A. Greeno. Third Row: M. Lehto; C. Whitney. Fourth Row: J. O ' Clair; M. O ' Connell. Fifth Row: C. Clark; J. Paananen. Give A Cheer Janice Morgan is, oh, so small; She’s heard, but hardly seen at all. Carol Whitney is cute and shy, A Cheerleader with a do or die. Angie Greeno you all know about, For she can give the loudest shout. Mary Lehto, who cheers for our team Is in every football hero’s dream. Joanne Paananen, to her we yield, As she cheers for our boys on the field. Margie O ' Connell leaps with the rest; We all know she’s one of the best. Carol Clark is our red flame, Helping Maynard toward football fame. Pat O’Clair with her burst of laughter Is a girl that’s well worth looking after. Kay Higgins may be the last in line, But she’s first of all when it’s football time. Sara Boeske, our leader, though not very tall, Always has us at her beck and call. ( 1 3 )