Milo High School - Breeze Yearbook (Milo, ME)

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? 5i1T i ZVf n f POOR ME Poor mel I'm the little guy that always gets pushed around.' No one ever uses me very much because I am weak, Folks always use my older brothers, Period and Semi-colon,to fill in the big and important lplaces because they -are stronger than I, When someone does use me, he 'tucks me in anywhere, Ifm ,just shoved out of the way or scattered all over the place. I . A Yes, that's rightg I'm a comma,the little guy who isn't there when I should be, ands when I-shouldnft be there, 17m almost anywhere. My real home is in the English book, the only one that ever uses me right, and I seldom go anywhere else. My usual jobs are to connect series in a sentence and to connect principal clauses, but I have various other uses too. A Q p Although I don't suppose I ever will be any more than a comma, my real ambition is to be a strong guy like my older brothers, Period, Semi-colon and Golon. I have some very important relatives too, whose names are Question Mark and Exclamation Point. ' But all we commas are or ever will be are just punctuw ation marks and to most human beings this doesn't mean much, The minute students get out of English class they go pushing us around again as if we didn't have any feeling at all, Oh dear! I suppose I will have to remain the same for- ever, just a poor unimportant guy, ep v 'Q Maurena Stevens '46 r A ess! Gtouos HOVEHING4 ' There are grey clouds hovering over our nation today- clouds that may open and offer a rain of bombs at the most unsuspecting time, with little or no warning. ' Everyone his considering the nlet's do our bit' angle, A great many from our senior class that entered the build - ing, four falls ago are missing. -They are doing what they consider their part in this world crisis. Some are in the armed services, but still more are in vital defense work, I still maintain lthat getting an education is one of the best ways of doing our bit, A few,' but only a few, will return to their' education when this war has been settled and wages have been lowered. p X d ' When this war fwhich is beginning to promise us yet a longer span of strife? has been forgotten, those with a high

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4 lx.. 'if' --if. la' 1'-T' er-fx, L ,fx sy I. ,-, , , . Q .F- ,L 'X ,. sag v 5, -1 3. fr., .I , xyw. over the land, Remembering, her father's gift, the little girl wished that the forests were full of game. Immediately deer filled the woods. s The little boy then pointed .his finger at them, and they fell dead, A There was great rejoicing in the village and, the Indians lived in peace and plenty for many years under the protection of Katahdln and Red Rose. I ' ,Many moons have passed, and the red men who once roamed the forests are gone. Yet the legends of Katahdin live on forever, and to those who love its stories, it is simply the uB1g H111.W c . Gertrude McKus1ck '44 I A wkamms HOUSEHOLD p 'For heaven's sake,Ellen,don't throw that tin can away! IYou know I want to save it with the rest of the scrap p11e.' This came from Mrs. Blake, the mother of the family of six who-lived in the attractive white house on Piney Lane.I WHey, Mom,W cried the ten-year old Terry, Wwhere in the dickens did you put my old football? The boys and I are gonna play out back for awhile. What? Oh, Mom, you d1dn'tl Well, gee whiz,why did you have to give that away for rubber salvag1ng?W IThus, Terry went back to his friends somewhat downhearted. H Mrs, Blake's voice came again from upstairs, 'What's that, Mary? No, you can't make fudge tonight for your crowd, You know I don't have any more sugar than I need now that 1t's rationed. You'll have to make something else,' At four-thirty that afternoon, Mr. Blake came home from work. He had just settled down to reading the paper only to be interrupted by his seventeen-year old son's voice, WHey, Dad, how about letting me use the oar tonight? I'd like to take Sandra to the movies. Huh? Oh, no gas. No coupons left at all? Well, I suppose we can walk.W 'Rod, I do wish you wou1dn't keep putting off writing to your brother. You know how lonesome he must be to hear from you now that he's over across. He is just as anxious to hear about your football and other games as you are to play them, So won't you please write him ton1ght?U Thus was the life of the Blake household during ware ' ' Marylin Buck '44 time.

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school dipicma will stand a far better chance than those who have nothing to shows However, we must have workers in our factories. With Uncle Sam's needing msn and women- in the services there are many opportunities offered to youth with tempting wages. Some day these clouds will spread away and show a clear blue sky shining through, We must prepare ourselves for that time, Although many men will remain in the services to maintain a standing army, many will come home. There will be fewer Jobs with more men to fill them. Many men will find themselves without Jobs. Gur seeming blue sky stands a chance of clouding over again, and once the sky is blue, we must do our best to keep it so. ' , o There are days when these clouds seem so filled with gloom and despair that they simply overflow and enshroud the population. Don't let the low hanging clouds overshadow your life too darkly. We must look forward to the time when they will rise and disclose the gleaming future which they have been protecting. 'Each dark cloud must have a silver lin1ng.' . ' Estella Byther '44 THEY CALL ME A DRIP I am a little ralndrop. Last night I fell to the earth during a thunder shower. I landed smack in a river, Now it is morning. The day is hot and dry. The air needs more humidity, so it's time for us little drops to evaporate, After I had evaporated, a current of warm air lifted me higher and higher above the earth. It's getting cold up here so I will have to look for a dust particle to condense on. Then I hurried for the nearest cloud. I've been floating up here for two weeks now, First I was in a cumulus cloud, one that is white and fluffy like a big bunch of cotton. The sky was clear and bright then. Now' I am in a stratus cloud, one that almost completely overcasts the sky. - I am getting dark and heavy. The other 'drops dare putting on their parachutes preparing to Jump. Well, so long, for now I must precipitate. a -Gerald Tapley '48