Milo High School - Breeze Yearbook (Milo, ME)

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18 THE BREEZE THE SOLDIER Over there amid the mud, the dirt and the slime A soldier stands with gun in hand, His mind alert, though filled with fear, For every tree, every bend, every slope Holds some unknown hidden danger. His heart is heavy, he thinks of home His Mom, his Dad, his sweetheart and friends. Then suddenly through the thunder of shells And the drone of planes, a stabbing pain. He gave his life that we might be free. Flora Brown FLOOD TIME First comes the wind, Then a little rain, The rivers rise high, And the land is in vain. The roots of the trees Are eaten slowly away. And the channel of the river Serves as a slough way The water becomes higher, lt Hows in no certain way, It crosses the land all about, And journeys on day after day. Now the rain has stopped, The rivers are going down, The land has new top soil But there is destruction. jack Horne MY PUPPY The wind blew back my puppy's ears, And filled his tiny eyes with tears. It blew his curly hair back straight And turned his whiskers into figure eight. It blew his tail out long and slim And made him look so awful thin. But through the tears in his big brown eyes, He faced the wind with mild surprise. He loved to sit there on the street And look at all the people's feet. He couldn't understand, no doubt, Why they all seemed to run about. They turned their backs, and closed their eyes, WVhile he watched them with great surprise. Why did they look where they had been, When he so loved to face the wind? Charlene Kelley SNOW The snow is gently falling. As it lights upon the ground A blanket of white is seen. Everything is covered all around. A footprint here, another there, Children on their way to and fro, Lightly covered with Hakes of white As they are playing in the snow. A drift is seen which we must wade, Like the drifts of life now left behind, And the many drifts yet to come. Though deep they'Il be, a way we'll find. Gail Van Dyne

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POETRY THANK YOU MOTHER NATURE To Mother Nature I am so very grateful, For the many things she gives to me. I wish to thank her for the good she provides for me, Which helps me to grow healthy and strong. I wish to thank her for the trees from which lumber came, And from which my home was built. I wish to thank her for the air I breathe, And for the sun which shines so brightly through my window pane. I wish to thank her for the Helds of beautiful flowers, And for the rivers, lakes, and streams, which sparkle in the sun. I wish to thank her for the water I drink, And for the many opportunities she gives to me. Fo sum it all up in a few words. I would like to say, Thank You, Mother Nature. Isabelle Newman THE FIRST SNOW STORM IN THE FALL Oh! What a beautiful, beautiful sight, The trees and field all covered white. Snowflakes still falling clown, Quickly covering all the ground. In the distance we hear a duck's call Then we hear the echoes fall, Far off we see them in the sky, As far, far off they all Hy. And over the snow covered ground Creeps the night without a sound, The moon shines down on this pretty sight, Of the snow covered trccs and fields at night. There are joyful times at Hallowe'en XV ith its happy or spooky scenes, But the most joyful time of them all Is the very first snow storm in the fall! Edna Clark KATAHDIN Tall, majestic, high and grand, Mighty Katahdin makes her stand. Wildlife wander the full year 'roundg Over her quaint and ancient ground. It is said by our elders, who should know it seems, That this mountain receives old S0l's first beams. When rising in the morn and settling at night, He shines first and Hnal on this fair sight. Many trout inhabit her beautiful streams And deer in her forests prevail beyond our wild- est dreams. When looking northward and into the blue, This mammoth will pleasantly come into your view. VVayne Artus ' SNOWF LAKES Softly, silently, came the snow Down from the sky one night. Its patterns on the barren trees The streetlights were the floodlights As the snow came fluttering by. The ground was their ground to lie on, And they had for a roof, the sky. But soon they stopped, and the sky was clear, No more came the fluttering snow. But they left their mark as they always do, A blanket so white and so cold. Glenda Cowing A PHOTOGRAPH OF YOU VVhen the evening shadows gather After all my work is through I can't keep my eyes from straying To a photograph of you. There it sits upon my bookcase, just the way you looked that day. It seems it was but yesterday i When I first heard you say VVords of love that made me happy And made my dreams comc truc, But tonight I am alonc with just A photograph of You. Morton Hamlin

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1oKEs Larry Morrill: I didn't catch your name. Sheila: I didn't throw it! Dick Moore: Will you lend me twenty-five cents? Darrell jay: I can't. I only have twenty cents. Dick Moore: Okay, give me the twenty cents and you can owe me a nickel. Miss johnson: Sheila how would you punctuate the sentence: Yesterday while walking down the street I saw a five dollar bill. Sheila: I think I'd make a dash after it. Lillian: What happened in 1809, Darrell Spear? 'KLincoln was born. Darrell: Lillian: What happened in 1812? Darrell: old. K'Why er . . . Lincoln was three years Harold ture? Darrell jay: A fish, from the time my father catches it until he tells about it at our next party. : Whatls the fastest growing thing in na- 73 Mr. Hussey: How would you divide 'two oranges among three children? Larry Morrill: Make orange-ade. joan Mayo: Con way home? Am I walking too fast, Helen? Helen Horne: No, but I am! Dearle Ingerson: Do you think my piano playing has improved? Betty Richardson: Of course. Haven't you no- ticed that Ilve stopped holding my ears when you play? Miss Johnson: Haven't you finished washing the blackboards yet? Dick Moore: 'lNo Ma'am. Seems the more I wash, the blacker they get. Francis Cross: f'What's drawing the crowd down at Karp's Clothing Store? Clayton Royal: He said he'd give each customer a cigarette lighter and a coat hanger. Francis: Is he really doing it? Clayton: He's giving a match and a nail. Douglass Russell: HI certainly don't like all these flies! Helen Horne: You pick out the ones you like and I'll kill the rest. Miss johnson: Who can make a sentence with gruesome in it? Richard Pearce: The man stopped shaving and grew some whiskers. Mr. Hussey: What's the idea of having that cross-eyed teacher for study hall? Mr. Choate: 'KWell, look at him can you tell 'who he is watching? Stacey Lampher: '4Speeding, eh? How many times have you been before me? Bryan Stubbs: Never, your Honor. I have tried ' to pass you on the road once or twice but my car will do only fifty-five. Mr. Bragdon: I don't want any callers this afternoon, said Mr. Bragdon to Miss Cook. If they say their business is important, tell them that's what they all say. That afternoon a lady called and insisted on see- ing him. just I am his wife. she exclaimed. That's what they all say,'l said Miss Cook. Clifford jay: 'LI got into a fight last week, and a man kicked me in the synagogue. Wilbur Nichols: Where is the synagogue? Clifford Joy: In the temple? Mrs. Bragdon: f'Don't you think that a man has more sense after he is married? Mr. Bragdon: Yes, but it's too late then. Tommy Horne was so proud of his play as a golfer that he wanted to show off, so he in- vited his teacher Mr. Hussey to watch him. As he started off for the first tee, he said to his opponent: Fm particularly anxious to make a terrific drive. That's my teacher over there. Sorry, Tom, said Norm Leonard, but you canlt expect to hit him at two hundred yards. Mrs. Grinnell: 'ADidn't I tell you not to go out with perfect strangers? Charlene Grinnell: But mother, he isn't perfect.