Newport High School - Live Wire Yearbook (Newport, ME)

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NEWPORT HIGH SCHOOL 2 SPRING IN DEAR OLD MAINE Once agam the trees are buddlng And the blrds fly overhead Lxttle flowers wake and open In thelr snowy wlnter beds Low and lower grow the snow banks Soon the brooks begm to swell Thus we know that sprlng IS nearlng In the state we love so well From the maples sap we gather Boll lt down from day to day Whlle we watch the beaver famlly Bulld a dam thelr cunnmg way Though the country lanes are muddy Streets are wet Wlth sudden raln In the heart there s warmth and feel mg That It s sprlng 1n dear old Malne Here a robln there s a bluebxrd Fllttmg ln the balmy breeze Through the blue Skl8S float the Whlte S31 s Squlrrels chatter ln the trees Llttle pussles chmb the wlllows Then the sun WIII shlne agam To slgmfy It s Sprlng ln Malne As happy as the butterilles Fllt the chlldren to and fro Danclng rlng around the rosy For there s no more school you know Dartlng ln and out the lllacs Never thmklng of a galn Though thelr hearts are llght and carefree They love sprlng ln dear old Malne Lucllle McGlaufl1n 39 COUNTRY KIDS There IS Joy one cannot tell Walkmg ln the shady dell Plcklng apples from a tree When you re happy as a bee Chasmg cows about the lane Harvestmg the golden gram M1lk1ng as the sun goes down Gatherlng leaves of red and brown Hearlng tlny squlrrels chatter Watchmg muskrats Jump and splatter Huntlng down the tlmld deer When the morn IS gray and clear Through the woods and flelds we roam Takmg baby rabblts home Flushlng partrldge or a quail Llst nlng to the plne trees wall Flndlng where the chestnuts grow Where the Jays and roblns go How a sparrow bullds lts nest Where the otter when ID danger Hldes lts baby from a stranger Knowlng forests thlck and dense Helpmg bulld a plcket fence Helpmg mark a gypsy tra1l Gathermg acorns ln a pall Swlnglng axes cuttlng logs Dragglng cedars through the bogs Laughmg at the snow or ra1n Peltlng on the wlndow pane Waltlng for the settlng sun Tell1ng us our day IS done Through the twlllght comes a mem ry Of one s chlldhood ln the country All thls Joy I know to be For I was a country k1d you see L MCGIQUHIH -4 Q 5 J 1- . . , i 1 - ' Y ! Y I 7 , - . , . . . D ! s , n 1 1 1 I . , ' 7 . . : ' ' , ' ' , When the berries taste the bestg 3 .1 : s . n u ' I I Y . - , 7 1 . Q 7 1 1 u s , . I I , , . . r , I . . ,

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THE LIVE WIRE THE STREETS OF PARIS Haven t you dreamed of Parls that clty of mystery and del1ght Haven t you longed to mlngle wlth the throng to JOIN them ln thelr heartbreaks thelr sorrows and thelr merrlment? Ican close mv eyes and lmaglne myself wandermg about the streets of that mystlc clty seelng yet not belng seen fll'IdlIlg dellght ln becomlng an onlook er ln the Streets of Pans I first find myself on a beautlful boulevard at early dusk I look about me and see that elther slde of the avenue IS neatly lmed wlth trees B hlnd the trees I catch glxmpses of grey stone walls No bulldmg ex ceeds slx storles ln helght for the French have made a law to that effect How drtferent thxs from the towerlng skyscrapers of New York Jagged and boulevard t1l I come to a typlcal llttle w1ne shop The shopkeeper IS clos1ng up hls wares for the nlght He IS clearlng off the tmy tables on the edge of the sldewalk where hls customers have lmgered for thelr coffee or thexr wlnes durmg the day As I pass thls swarthy llttle Frenchman nods a cheery Bonsolrl Now the llghts of Parls begm to fllcker and transform the clty mto gav and somber shadows For a moment my eyes are dazzled by the beckonlng llghts on the Seme and beyond Per haps It made the llluslve shadows of a slde street more allurlng at any rate my reluctant feet tread softly upon the street called Place de la Con corde I see falntly ln the dusk the outllnes of an Egyptlan obellsk Rem lnlscently my mlnd goes back along the channel of the years and I see upon thlS spot the 1ll famed gulllotlne Wlth horrlfied eyes I gaze upon the mallclous face of the executloner Far ln the dlstance looms thelnfamous Bastlle the heartbreak of thousands of homes durmg the French Revo lutlon Wlth a shudder I hurry back once more to the brlghtly Ilghted dlstrlcts The streets of Parls are fashloned ln a hllter skllter manner so I hardly know where I w1ll arrxve IU my tra vels What holds my attentlon all the way IS the fact that nobody seems to be ln a hurry All laughmg and gay thls llghted avenue Des Champs Elysees seems entirely remote from the one recently vlslted There are queer people there poets wlth sadly drawn faces artlsts wlth the fire of ever burnmg ambltlon IH thelr eyes students from UHlV8FSltl6S gayly chantlng thelr French melodles fash lonable folks from the resldentlal d1str1ct across the rlver all a e unlted here They may be queer gay sad poor or wealthy there IS no place ln comparlson wlth thls ln the wlde world My wanderlng feet turn now toward the banks of the Selne The moon llght mlngles wlth the glow of the clty upon the water In the dlstance up on the lsland whlch was once Parls ltself stands the lmpresslve Cathedral Notre Dame Tall grey and ex tremely beautlful It remalns today Harkl softly a clock Chlm6S Its mellow notes float across the sllent somber heme What could be a more proper envlronment to say Bon SOIF7 In the shadow of haughty Notre DameI bid my farewell and glVe thanks for the prlvllege of wan dermg o er the Streets of Parls Barbara Temple '41 -r K 24 J 1- , ' 9 . . . I . . , v ' , ! . 1 ' 1 ' : ' . ' : , , ' li ' Q, - . . . . ' y . . . . . it . e- ' n u ,, . 1 ' ' . , 1 u n u 3 7 9 . - - 7 I . . . uneven! Isaunter slowly down this I 3 , ' , . . . . I . . . ' ' , - r . . i . l , ' - ! ! ! 9 . ' 7 . H . H . . . . . a n . I v - i . . , . . I ' r I 1 ' . ' D ' 9 1 Y . , '. ll ll - , - ' !7 7? ' ' . - n u - ' , ' 1 54 ' 7!

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I like glrls THE LIVE WIRE 2 GIRLS A fight ls what one m mkes It Whether lt s won or lost Don t think that you can t mn lt No matter how much the cost CW1th apologies to Mlss Dorothy L Reldl They re a funny sort They laugh and giggle An aw ful lot They powder and palnt And manicure too I llke gurls Say don t you' They argue and hght 'I hey keep you up eyenlngq It s a terrlble sm' They go to the pxctures Most every nlght They keep a guy broke And then plck a fight' They all have a hankerm To buy useless thlngs Just love to own Beads bracelets and rlngs But between you and me I llke the glrls see? Charlle Pray 39 FIGHT Flght to be a wxnnlng boat Flght for a blg success Flght for a leader s velvet coat Flght tlll you ve attalned the best Flght wlth an honest weapon A weapon of knowledge and falth A weapon whlch cannot be broken One whlch wlll keep the pace You can t Wm a fight by wlsh ng You can tbc a Vklllll r by looklng on You can t reach xour goal by shlrkmg Success doesn t come wlth a song Flght lll a cheerful manner Spur your opponc nt on Flght tlll xou ve won the banner Stlll help the weaker along Henry Ordwav LUCKY LUCKY BOYS What a thrlll to be a boy Every mlnute filled Wltl1J0y All they do IS strut around As If they owned the whole darn town They just Whlstle all day long Llfe to them IS Just a song Shootlng m trbles playing craps Playlnff Jacknlfe havlng scraps Pockets full of tops and strlng Kmves and mlce and everythmg Always swappmg wlth each other Thls and that for those and t other Golng fishlng for some trout Fall IH tne brook and get the gout But every mmute s full of Joy What a thrlll to be a boy A poor strugglmg glrl -P ---W 4 6 9 1- .N ' , , . , V . . . 1 - ' . , ' ' , . V , w. . . , . . - 1 B . 7 a -i ' , f ' , I, i Y , Q 7. E D . ' 7 . Q . f . L ., f , 5 ' , . 7 Q V , ,M . . ' 1 . V , 4 N 1 ' ' A ' ' - , v . . V v . K ' ' 'L . They bawl and they grin, ' K , r 1 ' K: ly, . M l41 , . . 54 79 X 7 1 I ! n , ' 1 I i l , . , . !T ' . . . , . .A . i , . I . N 9 1 . 1 D I ' 9 , . ' ' . 7 , . ' 1 9 . . , . , , ' 1 I I ' , . , . - . 7 ' . . . ! ' ' ' if ' H .