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

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NEWPORT HIGH SCHOOL 'P I 20 1 i- We started out at 8:00 in the morn- ing and arrived at our destination around 9:00. It was quite a hike, but it didn't seem so far as we had so much fun on the way. When the gang got there, we skated until dinner time. Some of the boys started a nice fire so we could roast hotdogs and marshmallows. It seemed as though we ate twice as much, prob- ably due to the skating. We finished around 1:00. Then we sang for a while and gathered around and chatted with one another. After starting to skate again we had the most fun, as one girl among us could not skate. Although lane man- aged to creep around a bit, she was down most of the time. Finally after some tiring hours and help from the others, Jane was doing quite well. At 3:00 we all started home. jane managed somehow to get in a fish hole in the ice. Her feet were soaking. There was a shore nearby, so we walked over and built a fire so she could dry her feet. This slowed us up some, as we did not arrive home until 8:45. On parting, jane made the daring re- mark that she liked skating very well. Emily Parent. It Happened In a Day Mrs. Hardy sat up in alarm. What was that strange noise that had awak- ened her? She frantically clutched Mr. Hardy's shoulder, whispering, Burg- larsl Mr. Hardy merely rolled over, opened one eye and stated, Go back to sleep, dear, itis just Johnny falling out of bed again. And so the day QFriday, the 13thD be- gan for Johnny Hardy. Finding himself on the floor, he decided to stay up. Pulling on his clothes, he dashed out the door and started to breakfast. Try- ing to run down the stairs in two leaps, he turned a double somersault and landed on his head. Cingerly he proceeded to the table and began to devour the meal set be- fore him. Halfway to his mouth he up- set a good portion of soft-boiled egg on his best white shirt. In a frenzy, he pulled an old sweater over his head before his mother could see to what ends the egg had departed. Showing off on his way to school, he walked along the narrow iron top rail- ing of a fence, and, much to his sur- prise and embarrassment, he fell flat on his face. Upon his arrival at school johnny was greeted with the fact that, since his Eng- lish notebook was three weeks overdue, he would receive a failing mark on his rank card. The morning passed with only a few mishaps, namely, three visits to the principal and two zeros for deportment. At noon, when he returned to school, the last bell had already rung. Not in the mood for a talk with the principal, he slipped out a side door and headed for home. His mother had gone out, so he caught up his shotgun and started out in search of a squirrel. In the woods Iohnny had located a beautiful specimen, aimed carefully and just as his finger tightened on the trig- ger he felt a hand on his shoulder. The truant officer! Leave the rest of the afternoon to your

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THE LIVE WIRE -k I 19 :I 1' Anger was seething in him. Was it his fault that all the girls had been dated? Suddenly he had an idea. Remember the movie star who had presented him with the trophy for the best composition last year? Why couldn't he ask her? It would be worth a try anyway. Monday evening found Ray studiously writing a letter to the movie star, Ianice Lane, Who was at her summer cottage just a few miles away. After tearing up two or three different letters, he found one to be satisfactory. He went to the corner and mailed it, then went back to the dorm',--wondering what the out- come Would be. As Friday night rolled around, and with the boys, taunts still coming at him, Ray received a telegram from jan- ice saying that she would be there at 9 p. m. He dressed in his best tux, combed his hair, and walked across the campus to the hall. His brown skin, black curly hair, and blue eyes were in contrast with the bright lights in the hall. As 9:00 o'clock rolled around and no movie star, Ray began to wonder. Soon it was 9:30, 9:45 and then 10:00 o,clock. He was beginning to give up when a large car drove into the yard and out stepped-Janice Lane. Ray was out the door in a flash. As everyone stared at them as they walked in, Ianice told Ray why she was late. Her manager had told her not to go out, but stay home and rest. She had a hard time to get away. By 10:30 they were like old friends. The evening wore on, when suddenly they were interrupted by two police- men and a rnan in plain clothes, who proved to be janice's manager. Hle stopped Ianice in the middle of a dance with Ray and asked her why she wasnit home resting up for her next picture. Before Ianice could get a word in edge- wise, she and Ray were caught in a sud- den ilash of light from a reporteris camera. I enjoyed the evening a whole lot and I hope we'll meet again soonf' said Ianice as she was taken through the door. Ray felt a funny feeling rising in him as if he didn't want Ianice to go. He went over to the dormitory and laid awake a long time thinking. The next morning he was awakened by the housemaid saying there were some policemen to see him downstairs. He slipped into a robe and went down, to come face to face with Ianice's man- ager. Hello,', he said. Aren,t you the fel- low Janice was with last night?,' Yes, I am! replied Ray firmly. Well,', said the man, your picture is on the front page this morning, and itis just what we've been looking for. And we want you to sign a contract to play opposite Ianice in her next picture. Besides, she won't play the part with any other man but you. Will you do it? Ray hesitated a minute, not knowing what to say. But, just as suddenly, he knew what he was going to say, because he could have a good career and be near Janice at the same time. A Skating Party It was a cold winter day when twenty-four of us started out on a skat- ing party. The party consisted of twelve boys and twelve girls. We were all to bring our share of the food and wood.

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THE LIVE WIRE -r L 21 1 1- imagination-and the truant ofIicer's. That evening, arriving at his best girl,s home forty minutes too late, Iohnny received a frigid bid to go to- well, any place but her place. After wandering around town, he returned home, locked himself in his room and played his favorite Vic records, break- ing only four during the course of the evening. We Ainft Thru, Lost your gal? Gee, that's too bad. You're feelin' mighty blue. Don't worry, kid-Iill fix ya up. She tell ya she was through? Here's a little good advice, I'1n sure I ought to know. Ya see I've felt the same way too. Now listen-here I go! When you,1'e feelin, 'specially blue And everything's gone wrong, Take a walk on a country road Where everything's a song. If everythingls just a clutter, An' life seems awful bare, Nothin, donit look good at all, lust gloom ,n misry's everywhere. You need a walk down near th' brook, A bablin' its joyful song. It,s the best tonic fer miles 'round. I garentee ya-twonft be long B'fer ya fergit those blues 0, yers, And things begin ta gleam, ,N you're walkin, along that path, Building a brand new dream. At ten he gave up the ship and turned in, only to receive the events of the day in his dreams! Thus, a day has begun-and has died. Do all days pass as this one has? Here has been dawning another blue day, Think! Wilt thou let it slip uselessly awayfy' Now there,son-thatfs wut I do An, it certainly helps a heap. I can go ta bed without them blues, An, tryin, to count them sheep. Instead ya dream about th, flowers, An, bees, an' skies of blue. Ya stick ya chin out, smile an' say g'By cracky-we ain,t thruf, Phyllis Whittaker. Spring Ode How glad we,ll be to see the spring, In all her glory fair. To bring sweet, spicy, summer rains Instead of frosty air. To make the flowers blossom bright, The grass grow green and tall, Oh, yes, we'll all be glad to see Sweet spring, best time of all. Norman Cochran.