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

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THE LIVE WIRE 4 I 23 1 - 1' The Big Deeds We have boasted our courage in moments of ease, Our star spangled banner we've Hung on the breeze: We have taught men to cheer for its beauty and worth, And have called it the flag of the bravest on earth. Now the dark days are here: we must stand to our test, We must keep it Hying, and give it our best. We have said we are braveg we have preached of the truth, We have walked in strength of our youth, We have mocked at the ramparts and guns of foe, As though we believed we could laugh them all low. Now oppression has struck! We are chal- lenged to fight, We must fight, fight, and with all our might. If in honor and glory our flag is to wave, If we are to keep this land of the braveg If more than live words are to fashion our creeds, Now must our hands and our hearts turn to deeds. We are challenged by tyrants our strength to reveall Let us prove that our courage is real. Richard Scott. Spring Green grass and budding leaves Little brooks with cowslips in them Little robins, and humming bees Plowed Held with mud on them Green frogs up on the rocks Green woods with birds in Hooks That is what I think of spring. Eva Dow. Aerial Gunners I wish to be a pilot, and you along with me, But if we all were pilots, where would the Air Force be? It takes guts to be a gunner, to sit out in the tail, When the Messerschmitts are coming, and the slugs begin to wail. The pilot is just a chauffeur, his job is to ily the plane, But it's We who do the iighting, though we may not get the fame, If we must all be gunners, then let us make this bet. We'll be the best darn gunners that have left this station yet. Homer Sawyer. Are memories the foolish things About which lovers speak, A tiny bit of romance held So gently near ones cheeks? Can they be cloudy nights beneath A fringe of yellow moon. The dying hope that someone meant The phrase, I'll see you soon. Are memories an altar At which our faith must kneel, Or can they be imaginings We never really feel?

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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.

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NEWPORT HIGH SCHOOL -r I 24 fl 4- SENIOR PLAY Coach, Miss Genevieve Hawkins. Seated flett to rightl-Coach Hawkins, S. Mitchell I. Towle, E. Gray, A. Rich. Standing tleft to rightl-M. Brawn, B. VVitham, P. Soule, II. Scott, XV. Maddocks, I. YViers, L. Mc- Lean, R. Greene, D. Bryson. Senior Play The annual Senior Play was produced this year in the Playhouse on Decem- lier IG. XVhere,s Grandma?v, a three-act comedy, was coached by Miss Gene- vieve Hawkins, and included the fol- lowing cast: Grandma, an old lady who wants to he young and then, secondly, is con- tent to he her age, Mildred Brawn Gretchen Blake, a young wife, Evangeline Gray lioli Blake, her brand new husband, Irving Wiers -lack Marley, Cretchen's brother, Leland McLean Lucy King, Iackis sweetheart. Althea Rich Arline Truesdale, the girl Gretchen wants her brother to marry, Dolores Bryson Carol Morley, Cretchenls sister, Sheila Mitchell Midnight. the chocolate hrownv houseman, Erwin Soule Dahlia, Midnight's wife, Inez Towle The story: YVhen Gretchen finds that her younger sister and hrother are get- ting out of hand, she sends for their grandmother, whom they have never seen. They picture her as a sweet, white-haired, little old lady. But when she comes they are astounded to find her red-headed and apparently out for a good time. In the end, it seemed that Grandma really was the sweet old lady they had imagined and had played the part of a