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

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241 .-77 . The Class of 'LH Who's that running up the stairs Caught by teachers unawares, Smiling as though they had no cares? That's the class of '41 Who have the pep that brings unrest When kept in class room by a test, But do most work with honest zest? That's the class of '41 Who love their school with all their might For whom they will always fight, Upholding e'er its ideals right? That's the class of '41 Who respect and honor each teacher kind, And all their efforts to make us mind, And ask forgiveness for faults you find? That's the class of '41 Henry Vance '41 Newport High School From the basements below to the hall up above, Newport High School 'tis you we all love, Your classrooms are old: I know this is true, But the faces within are always new. Fond memories of you we will ever cherish, Such a fine institution must never perish. Though soon we're to leave you to Hnd our place in the sun, We hope you'll remember the class of 'forty-one. Eddie Towne '41 I V' THE LIVE WIRE The Qld Elm Tree A sudden thought once came to me As I looked at the old Elm tree. It's branches almost touched the ground, So still, so still, not e'er a sound. I looked at it and thought in vain, I thought that I would call its name. Oh, Mr. Tree, do speak to me. He smiled and said ' 'Do you inean me? I am so lonely, Mr. Tree, Won't you please come play with me? I have some dollies and dishes you see, A table so they can all have tea. The old elm tree just smiled and said, My little child. you thought me dead? I am alive as you may see, And I will come and play with thee. Mary Brewer '44 yum V' MCh I have a little school chum Who stays with me all day, Is more than I can say. ,VP I'm not at all as dark as she, ,W 'YM Nor am I quite as small, And tho she seems to think I'm nice, I'm not so nice at all. So you can't blame me if I think She's something you should see, Because I tell you here and now She's one swell pal to me. Dedicated to M. Boylan by Beverly Stuart '42 And what she seems to think of merifp W ffl

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NEWPORT, MAINE Y Z.. ig 1 23 silencep and everything went black. It was the end. Everything around him seemed to swirl and go black. He took a few faltering, stumbling steps and fell to the ground with a numb thud. His last thoughts, as the pain in his side seemed to pull his weary body into knots of pain, were that he had at least tried. Although Dick would never know, those last stumbling steps had carried him across the finish line. He was the winner and establisher of a new national record for the mile run. At Trilon they no longer use the cry, Do or Die for Dear Old Trilon- In memory of one who did both, there stands a marble monument in front of the Memorial Gymnasium. Leon Gray '42 ...i Villll Out Where The Daisies Grow Last night I thought I'd take a walk Out where the daisies grow. The moon was shining brightly down: The field was white like snow: And as I tiptoed softly round With shadows at my side, I saw the little fairies run To find a place to hide. One little fairy lost his cap QA little golden thingl Another fairy in his haste, Dropped a dusty wing. I picked them up and brushed them off, And tucked them both away Until some night that I'd return To watch the fairies play. And then I gently tiptoed off To let each daisy rest And let each little fairy climb Out from his daisy nest. And when the morning comes again, Each daisy will arise And lift her little dewey head And open wide her eyes. And then each little fairy runs To find a daisy white, To sleep all day beneath the shade And wait until the night. Then out again each fairy comes Beneath the moon's bright glow. It's really very beautiful Out where the daisies grow! Alice M. Whittaker '44 Long May It Wave Our dear old starry banner Floats high above the trees, The redg white, and blue banner A rippling in the breeze. So high above the ocean, So high above the land, Waving out our liberty For which the Americans stand. Over peril and disaster It stately holds its place Among the high and mighty, In honor and in grace. To wave above our freeland The home of the brave The Star Spangled Banner Till eternity shall wave. Bertha Russell '43

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NEWPORT, MAINE e -. e - -ggee egg. ees. eeee eeee e V725 Snowfall The snow was slowly falling down From steel gray clouds above: It rested on the earth so brown, A symbol of God's love. The valley was covered with soft white, And through this wondrous swirl, Slowly, quietly through the night God changed this lonely world. Phyllis Whittaker '44 Spring Here at last is good spring weather, No more snow for another year, Flowers and trees all bud together, Simply because good spring is here. The birds all flit to and fro, And little squirrels chatter, The old hard earth softens up, To see what is the matter. The green grass shows its pretty self 3 Soft shines the good old sung And soon appears spring's little elf, To tell that winters done. Snowflakes The snowflakes are a piece of art Unequalled yet by man: They fiutter down upon the ground, As lightly as they can. Now their construction is so fine, The particles so small, Without using the microscope, Some can't be seen at all. But in the spring when winter's done And Old Man Sun comes 'round, The snowiiakes then begin to melt And run into the ground. John Webb '44 -..LdQ?j-...-. lIllHlS Senior Play On Thursday, December 19, the Senior Class presented the play, Fixin' Aunt Fanny , at the Newport Playhouse. The play was coached by Miss Buzzell. Dorothy Randolph, bride -Barbara Pennell Boyd Macon, groom-Waldo Pray Toby Sullivan, best man-Robert Bean Lucy Randolph, mother-Frances Hand James Randolph, father-Henry Vance Tad Randolph, devil-Ernest Condon Claribelle Jackson, devi1's flame-Opal Wade Fanny Green, trouble maker -Jean Shaw Audrey Nelson, bridesmaid-Elaine Conant J anet Nelson, maid-of-honor-Virginia White G. Bloodhound Bailey, detective-Ira Cookson Isadore Eisenheimer, collector-Fred Witham Others who helped make the play a success were: Business Manager: Henry Ordway, Assistant: Sydney Shapiro: property manager, Gloria Gravos, Assistant: Lauriston Smith, Sound Effects, Dean Ellery Smith '43 GI - AJS