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

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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.

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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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NEWPORT HIGH SCHOOL 4 I 22 J A Welcomed Guest The sun was shining brightly, On a clear December day, You could hear the train whistle, Near the station far away. A guest would soon be coming, To the farmhouse on the hill, And all within were happy, For they knew it was God's will. Not a guest a year ago, just a member, like the rest, But Uncle Sam had put him Where he now would do his best. The folks were ready, waiting, At the station for the train. Then john came down the platform Humming an old refrain. At last it was all over, He had been and gone again. just three days until Christmas, But he couldn't wait 'till then. We hope that in the future, All the homes will be complete. But we must stop the Axis, We cannot meet defeat. Barbara Tozier. Liberty Across the Atlantic ocean, To Britain across the sea, Many American soldiers Are fighting for Liberty. We must remember also Pearl Harbor and Luzon, For the souls of men who died there We all must carry on. Remember, too, the country, With its many people, too, The land of the red, white, and blue Keep this Hag awaving, Never let it down. We want the U. S. to win the war For freedom and renown. Beulah Leavitt. The Joys of School Life Let me tell you, youthful classes, School is not a tiresome dream. For the student wins who studies, Lessons aren't as bad's they seem. School is real. School is eamest. Let diplomas be your goal. Every lesson that thou learnest Brings contentment to the soul. Not enjoyment and not pleasure Is your destined end or way, But to study that each tomorrow Find you smarter than today. Trust no future however pleasant- Time that's wasted soon is dead, In the minutes that are present Get some knowledge in your head. Lives of graduates should remind you, You can win diplomas too. And departing leave records that Make the old school proud of you. Records that the other classes Overcome by book and peng Tired, discouraged lads and lassies, Seeing shall take heart again. Schoolmates, then be up and coming- Pitch in 'ere it is too lateg Still achieving, still pursuing- Soon you'll be a graduate. Lorraine Clement.