Milbridge High School - Light Yearbook (Milbridge, ME)

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18 TI-IE This is getting too much for me, trotting con- tinually from here to there. I've got to think of a way to get out of here so I can keep my appoint- ment with Veesie. I think I shall sit 'here in this easy chair for a few minutes and rest my poor weary bones. Maybe I can think of something. And so, he sat gracefully down into a chair, in fact, at a perfect angle on a heap of pins which he had lazily put there when he had removed the chair covers for his dear wife. A raucous yelp was heard from him and he lost no time in disengaging himself from the chair. That settles it. I'm-through, and with finality in his manner he went to announce his decision to his wife. It just so happened that his wife was a very husky woman and harsh voiced, Her words usually ruled the household. He should have known better than to go against her orders, but for a moment his anger got the better of him. One mention of this to his wife brought out her most domineering manner. Archibald Hinklefoot, when I givc an order around this household, it's to be carried out. Understand me? Yes, dear, was his reply in a small tone, TO BE OR NOT T0 BE It is not a question of what we pretend to be, it is what we really are. Today, so many people, striving to deceive others hy their deceptive atti- tudes, misleading remarks and subtle manners in order to gain desired ends, deceive themselves. He possesses an overwhelming avidity to become the center of attraction and popularity. By flat- tering remarks and finesse in conducting himself, he obtains that goal, along with self-satisfaction and exaggerated self-esteem. But-how long does he retain his fraudulent position? Finally people awake from the oblivion which has so completely surrounded them and discover that their omni- present pet is taking all and giving nothing. What a reactionl Emerson, a great American poet and essayist, wrote in t.hese words, a true person and friend: And loved so well a high behavior, In man or maid, that thou from speech refrained, Nobility more nobly to repay? O, be my friend, and teach me to be thinel Galley TWENTY-THREE-Milbridge Q U LIGHT ' All right, then. Take this broom and go out and beat those rugsf, In a meek, obedient way, the harrassed husband made an exit through the door. He pounded so furiously and long at the rug that the handle of the broom snapped. Glory be, now what will she say? Archie thought. Well, I suppose I have to go in and tell her. To make a long story short and to give one an idea of how the day of cleaning was brought to a close, here are a few of the mishaps that had been brought about: Directly after the rug episode, Archie acci- dentally broke a very valuable old vase which had been on the mantle of their fireplace since their first years of married bliss and which had be- longed to Mrs. Hinklefoot's grandmother. He had lallen from a stepladder when he had tried to re-hang a picture, and last but not -least, he stumbled on a loose tread on the stairs and fell .laintily at the bottom of the Bight of stairs in an astounding heap. And this is what 60uld happen if you ever have to lend a hand with the priwg housecleaning. -Madelyn Strout, '46. How much happier is the person who does not pretend to be something he isn't but always re- mains his own active self, sincere, honest, and -gracious. Being considerate of others, willingness to help people, evenness of temper, ability to have people count absolutely upon his loyalty in time of stress, and above all, charitable in his judgments and as conscientious about injuring other pe0ple's reputations he as wishes them to be about his own, are qualities of a fine, true friend, a benefit to society and to the world. -Vera Helen Freeman, '46. LINCOLN One hundred and thirty-seven years ago, a very important, if not the most important man in our history was born. Yes, as you probably guessed, it was Abraham Lincoln. I often wonder how he became so salient or secured such an excellent education. At his time he did not have the mod- ern conveniences that we have today. An old piece of charcoal and the back of a very crude shovel was used for writing. Can you imagine

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TI-IE LIGHT 17 IUST ANOTHER RAID At a lonely base somewhere in the Pacific, a group of impatient men were gathered around an Army jeep. The night was dark, the only light being the moon, which was barely visible behind the rolling clouds, but sometimes it escaped from its prison long enough to cast ghastly shadows on objects below. Before this silent group of G. I.'s stretched a long, narrow strip of charred, brown earth. They appeared to be expecting something. No one spoke. Each seemed absorbed in his own thoughts. The mosquitoes were very busy, but their victims did not seem to react as they should. Then, the omnipresent silence was broken. He,s probably out hunting for some more Zeros to play tag withl' Iohnny'll be in when he thinks of his roast chicken and cream piel said the commander of the squadron. When all were devouring their K Rations, johnny never failed to discuss his home in Maine and the wonderful chicken dinner his Mom pre- pared. From the general conversation, one gathered that Johnny was the favorite of the squadron. His troubles became the others. Although he was the most daring and had shot down the most planes, johnny always managed to come in from a mission, his prized possession, Lily-Belle, sometimes minus a wing or a wheel. It's coming-it's the planef' As the roar of a plane was heard, shouts of joy filled the night air. Then- Quick, everyone! That's no American plane, those are Iap fighters! The boys lost no time in reaching the foxholes. The first bombs tell. it was a direct hit. The lower end of the air field became a thing of the past. Damn those yellow rats! Iohnny'll never get in now! Don't be too sure of that! Look! The Iaps just don't shoot down their own men! A Jap fighter was rapidly descending in a ball of fire, illuminating the sky as if a searchlight had pierced the blackness. Five planes were seen by the amazed spectators in the foxholes. One was an American fighter! johnny wants his roast chicken! shouted the boys, joyously. Never had his friends seen such a performance nor would they again. Dodging in and out, Johnny managed to cause a collision between two of his ufriendsf' But the final victory was not for johnny. Intense in his courageous deed, Johnny and his Lily-Belle became a direct target for destruction. All was still after the crash. The Iaps, satisfied to have shot down the enemy of the pilots of the rising sun, flew calmly away, buck-teeth show- ing through a malicious grin. In the foxholes no one uttered a word. Each bowed his head, knowing in his heart that Johnny went down in glory, saving the lives of his friends. It was just another raidl -Vera Helen Freeman, '46, SORROWS OF A HEN-PECKED HUSBAND Constant confusion reigned throughout the Hinklefoot household. Since early moming of this particular day in early April there had been an unceasing number of mishaps, some amusing and others on the slightly serious side. Of course, when one lives in a topsy-turvy house like this one, a person would look for almost anything to happen. So, as is true of the first warm day of any spring, one 'thought was lodged in the brain of Mrs. Hinklefoot-spring housecleaning. And to make matters decidedly worse, her husband, the obedient Archibald P. Hinklefoot, was asked to solicit his services. Did someone say he was reluctant to aid her? That's putting it very mildly indeed. He acted flippant about his refusal to her so to keep everything going smoothly but on the inside he was seething with anger and chagrin. She knew perfectly well I was planning to go brook fishing with Veesie Peabody today and still she asks me to tie on one of those dilly looking aprons of hers and beat rugs, take down curtains and-yes, I wouldn't be a bit surprised if she asked me to wash themf, wailed the dejected Archibald as he trudged from room to room, obeying his wife's orders. Oh, Archie dear, run up to the attic and bring down that picture I put there last spring, or Rush out in the kitchen and get me a pan of clean water, or Take this chair out into the garage, and similar commands were ringing an unending echo throughout the house.

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'TI-IE LIGHT 19 the people of today using those utensils? No, of course, you can't. Maybe if everyone was as hon- est, gentle, just, and willing to work for himself and others as Lincoln, this would be an entirely different world. Reflect upon the affairs and trans- actions improved by this great man. He was the sixteenth President of the United States, from 1861 to 1865, the signer of the formal Emancipa- tion Proclamation of 1863, and the writer and orator of the 'Gettysburg Address, one of the noblest gems in the United States history, and most important, he was Savior of the Union. One could go on and on discussing the deeds of Abra- ham Lincoln. The United States never before in history had such a powerful president. I agree with Philip Brooks when he said, There are men as good as he, but they do bad things. There are men as intelligent as he, but they do foolish things. In him goodness and intelligence com- bined and made their best result of wisdomf' -Delvine Sprague, '46. OUR TRIP T0 STEUBEN On January 16, 1946, Mrs. Strout took the Economics class of ten students, to visit Steuben Library. She had to make two trips over and back. While she was back after the second group, Miss Lewis, the librarian, showed us different things that the people had brought to Steuben from different parts people brought back shells German helmet, and many seeing. The purpose of our going was to look up information of the world. Some from the Pacific, a other things worth to Steuben Library about labor for our unit called Of What Value Are the Labor Organizations to the Citizens of the United State-:E '. We found much valuable information ..-orrcr-rning this topic. After we found what was necessary, Mrs. Strout took us to different rooms of the Parish House. She showed us the janitor's room, bowling alley and the room where church and many activities -are carried on. Then she took us down to Fickett's rr-fstaurant and treated us with ice cream. We all -had a very nice time. -Elaine Ray, '46. THOUGHTS 'Tis winter and we trudgc to school, With hopes of learning something new. The .a row is piled around us all, And old man wind howls round the walls. The room: are cold with icy chills, ind books and lessons get a spill. ,Tis hard to study with happy thoughts Of summer and the warmness brought, So in this spot our minds are caught. Itis summer again and nature spreads Her leafy arms 'mid forest beds, Birds and crickets burst forth with praise, Thanking God for the summer days. Shrubs and flowers appear in bloom, Grateful that it now is June. Squirrels and bunnies hop along, Their hearts liftht and Hlled with song. The bubbling brook a melody plays, While winding and twisting its merry way. . The oak and chestnut spread wide their Swaying gently with the summer's breeze. Oh! to continue these happy thoughts, But, no, a class has to be taught. So there we leave the summer time And journey back to school chimes. i -Vera Helen Freeman, '46. leaves, 1 1