Milbridge High School - Light Yearbook (Milbridge, ME)

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TI-IE LIGHT w 1 SENIORS Back row--Ysonne Davis, Mary Strout, Alana Strout, Elaine Ray, Martha King, Helen Ray. Second row-Alton Strout, Douglas Eldridge, XVilliam Edes, Richard Pinkham. Front row--Arletta Ray, Madelyn Str-out, Delvine Sprague, Vera Helen Freeman. STRIKES Since the war our people are greedy, To have more money to help their needy, But strikes never are the way To secure positions and higher pay. The soldiers of this war were brave, And for us their lives they gave. People of this nation should Forget these strikes for their own good. -Martha King, '46, BUY VICTORY STAMPS Although the war is over And victory we have won, We cannot say with a true heart That our job is completely done. There are still many tasks to be finished. So don't lag on the way, Go to your post office daily And buy a stamp each day. Thcy're not war stamps now, But victory stamps they're called. Bc a good investor And don't let your country fall. The money you are now investing Will help bring the boys back, So keep the minute man flag flying For thc country which you'll never slack. -Helen Ray, '46

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14 'THE awoke and it was dusk, the moon had risen, the trees were like jewels because the dew had fallen some time ago. As I turned homeward, I felt glad that we live as F reemcn, without a king to rule over us. -Mary Strout, '46. ' THE PLACE BACK HOISIE A I 1 As the evening darkness settled over the small town of Elmville, a lonely soldier sat thinking of his many problems. He was very unhappy, too, as he had not been here for four long years and now everythinghhad changed. All his old friends had gone. Many were in the service and many had to move to get jobs in war plants. This was not the home front that he had dreamed of dur- ing the many hours which he had spent fighting. He had spent four years at war because he had enlisted before our country was in it. Now he was at home again to recover from a serious wound which he had received. He kept wonder- ing where his buddies were. Perhaps he would see them soon, as now the war was over. Yes, the fighting and killing was over at last, but now the soldier had his mind on the home front. What would happen to the many families without homes? Would peace stay established throughout the world? What would happen to all the islands we had taken? Would 'there be another war? Would there be a depression? Will the people still buy bonds and stamps to support our wounded men? All these questions and many more kept going through his mind. When he had been fighting he had often said that when he got home again he was just going to settle down and forget all worries. Now, it seems his worries have just begun. It is not only he but all the others. Also, when they were lighting. the home front seemed to them like a quiet and peaceful place to come back to. They helped us so let's help them by making the homo front a place to dream of and make it a better place for all our fighting men to come home to. '-Alaha Strout. '46, DESTROYER The storm came up and the wind blew with all its fury, Men were seen on the deck, lashing everything down in a hurry, For they knew that everything must be shipshape Or they might meet a watery fate. LIGHT The storm came up and the wind blew its utmost But nary a man was seen to leave his post. They knew that this destroyer must get through Each and every man of her gallant crew. Her destination was not specific, But they knew she was headed for the Pacific. Here she would meet the common foe, Her guns would tell a dreadful tale of woe. The men and ship did weather the gale, It's things like this that we should hail. She arrived safely at her port, And from the Commander came her last report. Once again she headed for the open sea, Where once a man could feel free, A sub was sighted from the mast, And here the once proud destroyer served her last -Alton Strout, '46, FOUR YEARS AT M. H. S. As we entered Millbridge High School In the year of forty-two, We were all so shy and timid And didn't know what to do. The first two weeks went very fast, Freshman Reception rolled along, We had some stunts and skits to do And also sang some songs. The next year we took another step, They called us silly sophomores, No longer were we shy and timid Or afraid to go through the door. We soon became jolly juniors, We thought it was going to be fun, But when we heard Junior speaking We knew our tasks weren't done. Now we've reached our senior year, The last one and for all. We're going to miss coming to M. H. When school begins next fall. S. -Elaine Ray, '46. 0 .

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16 THE LIGHT SCHOOL I wandered slowly to Millbridge High That stands so erect in the town, When, suddenly, I saw a crowd, A group, of boys and girls standing around, Out in front and on the steps Talking and laughing, full of pep. Continuous until the bell does ring And calls them into the room, They go to their seats by a broken line All settled and are quiet soon: F ifty-two students when all in their seatsg The three teachers looking very neat. The pupils beside them, but they Ready to take the attendance, Oh, such a cold, cold day! Books are open but in pretension: They gaze and look with little thought, Knows to one what joy this has brought. For then, in the classes they sit In vacant and pensive moods, Then all of a sudden the bell is hit And breaks the solitude, Day is ended with heads full of knowledge, So in the future they might attend college. -Yvonne Davis, '46, HOMEWARD BOUND On the frosty morn of December twenty-second at La Havre, France, more than two thousand G. I.'s became overwhelmed with joy as the name Queen Mary in large, luminous letters reflected upon their faces. Two or three weeks of impatient waiting for transportation to the U. S. A. had elapsed as they paced the floors and poked coal fires. Now as soon as we could board ship we would be going home to stay. I feel justified in saying to stay, for each and every one had done his duty and served his time as tnie Ameri- can soldiers will, so Uncle Sam was rewarding us with the well-known point system, which gave us all a release. After being arranged on ship, some of us were put on K. P. durty and I was one. When I say I, Johnnie Blink is the name, but just call me Blinky. Trying to settle down to work, my mind drifted back to the simple, white wooden crosses stretched for miles on a lonely hill which rep- resents the valor, skill and gallantry displayed by young boys like myself. For some unknown reasons their life had not been spared. Maybe, I thought, they have joined a happier and better world rather than coming home crippled or dis- figured. It all seemed logical for an instant, then other mental pictures Hooded my mind, such as reprisal attacks, days of near starvation, days of anguish and hostile guns which maimed my many friends. My brows cast shadows of scorn and odium at these infusible thoughts of the brutal enemy. Shaking and trembling, I knew this never would do so I cast the qualm of anger aside and resumed my duties. Insomnia was my chief problem that night so I went on deck where movies were shown to entertain us. Suddenly, without any warning a severe storm approached. Our ship was tossed about by the violent waves like paper boats. This brought back memories of my childhood days when Mom would soold us as I marched in with the neighborhood boys to play war with our paper boats, tin soldiers and guns. Now I had experienced it all. My attention automatically came back from the past to the future and I stood at the bow of our ship drenched through and through as a monstrous, obstinate wave bounced upon me. Pensively, I moved before the second one came that would have swept me off the deck. Day after day similar to this one rolled by with many so seasick it made no difference what happened nent. Another incident which I must reveal appears rather humorous now but annoying then. One might attempt to take a spoonful of food and unfortunateely it would go sliding by but just in time to get that mouthful from his neighbor's plate. When that strenuous journey was about half completed I remember hearing three shrill gun salutes from our ship. Later I leamed a Captain had died and was buried at sea. On the thirteenth day, as I was on deck gazing into the clear blue sky, I heard someone force- fully shout, Yes, sir, she is still and always will be waiting for us. We had entered New York Harbor and as he said the Statue of Liberty offered us a hearty and inviting welcome. It cer- tainly gives any veteran a wonderful feeling to get a first glimpse of the Statue of Liberty when retuming from overseas duty. -Arletta Ray, '46.