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

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THE LIVE WIRE Or golden fairies slide. Like diamonds they glitter, A most enchanting sight, Piercing through a velvet blueg A hazy Wreath of light. Clusters of precious jewels Shine thru' a clear, cool night, Faintly smiling down at us. That misty cloud of light. Phyllis Whittaker. LOVE What is love? said Johnny Brown To his older sister Sue. I can't understand about it at all. Do you really think you do ? Well, Sue began to tell him . The accurate meaning of love She said, It was angels blessings Sent from the heavens above. Love's like a case of spring fever. It makes your heart play a tune, And it may end With Wedding bells In April, May, or June. Love's like a sandman's pleasant dream, With all beautiful things surround- ing. Love's like a garden of trees and shrubs, And beautiful flowers abounding. Now do you see, said Sister Sue To little Johnny Brown, What love is and Why the angels Order it sent down ? Yes, said John, I think I do, And his face began to blush, It's all good things put into one I And ends in kisses and mush. It's when a guy looks at a girl And thinks she's like a dove, ' And, if he finds she has some dough, Well, Brother, he's in love. Joyce Emerson. ODE 'FO THE ANT A curious creature The industrious ant. A double feature Of rambling and rant. Entomologists rate him A creature of brains. They record his cities, The armies he trains. He professes religion, Casts ballots, holds slaves. Holds courts of conviction To sentence his knaves. Entomologists can claim Educational training. But I don't give him credit To go in when it's raining. Theo Wiers RATION BOOK BLUES We haven't any sugar, We've used our points for shoes, We haven't much of anything, Except those ration blues. But why should we be kicking About our ration books, While our boys are out there fighting To wipe out the Axis crooks? Weive had to give up pleasure driv- ing, But don't let that get you down. There is still a horse and buggy To take you into town. Some say you can't have any fun, I .

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NEWPORT HIGH SCHOOL His hands were soft and pink and white. He didn't have to work. He had to concentrate on jive. The poor, insipid jerk, But things have changed for him at last. He's lost his saddle-shoes, And fiashy socks, and jazz-bow ties And colored hair wave goos. His lovely curly locks are cut Off close up to his head. His smooth white hands he prized so much Are now all rough and red. It's what he needs! It'll do him good! He'll some day be a man, Instead of just a Jitterbug The hep-cat of the land. We want to thank you Uncle Sam, A million times, and how!! We're rid of the obnoxious droop. He's in the Navy now!! Alice Whittaker. GOOD OLD MAINE I'm glad I live in good old Maine Where our game of life is open, For we play that game the American way, ' And our slogan is Well, here's hopin'. I'm glad I live in good old Maine Where our souls are still our own, Where we can shout out what we think I Without fear of a dictaphone. I'm glad I live in good old Maine With our old red, white and blue, Where, in the most improbable ways, The impossible things come true. Howard Gray. SPRING I find that things are lighter now, That life is twice as sweet. I want to hold my head up high, While walking down the street. My heart beats come in leaps and bounds, My lungs expand with ease, I work and play with equal joy On warm, bright days like these. My head is clearg my thoughts are clean, Yes, everything is fine. I wouldn't take e'en gasoline For this great life of mine. The reason is as plain as day, For my bewildering, If you can keep a secret, please, You see, my friend-it's spring. Louise Wiers. THE RISE OF A NATION We shall rise a better nation When the battle cry is o'er, When our troubled days are over, And the cannon cease to roar, And a love of right and duty I Will fill the land once more. We shall thank our God All Mighty That the days of strife are o'er. Richard Scott. THE MILKY WAY A thousand dainty stars Shed radiance through the night, Sprinkled across a deep, deep blue A band of silvery light. God's bridge to heaven, Where Knights of old can ride, And elfins run in stardust E221

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NEWPORT HIGH SCHOOL But if you can find a guide, You'll always remember that day You went on a buggy ride. If you stay home by your radio, In comes a flash of news. That will start you thinking About those ration blues. Rosalie Jones. OUR FLAG It hangs in every class-room This flag of our land. It's in the hearts of our boys Who fight in united bands. It's before us every moment And each one saves a place To cherish it with love And ever burning grace. It's stripes fly high-the symbol of The things which we believe. The love we shower over it Will never be relieved. And when our day of Victory comes Old Glory shall fly high, Her folds unfurled to every breeze Which blows through peaceful skies. Betty Turner. HOME Where's the place you long for When you're many miles away? Where's the place you're thinking of As your thoughts race -by each day? The pasture's always greener On the other side of the fenceg But it seldom seems to be that way When you use your common sense. It's easy now, to bluff it out, We all would like to roamg But I'll bet my hat, we'll all be glad When it's time to start back home. John H. Webb, Jr. l24l