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

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22 2 garden, where the pale spring HIOOH was casting infinite shadows on the sweet smelling flowers and shrubs. They sat on the garden bench for a few minutes, with Susie knowing that She must End the answer to M0rtim9f,S strange behavior. Mortimer rose shortly to leave, tell- ing 'Susie that he had had a Worldefful evening. Then the inevitable happened when Susie nearly shouted, Mortimer jame- son, what on earth is causing such a strange behavior in you? Strange behavior in ine? flues' tioned Mortimer. 'iln me? he repeated' Why, Susie Drake, how can you be S0 stupid? Why, why, everyone kI10W5 that this is Leap Year! Ohhhhh,,, was all that the WiSifUl Susie could murmur. And the pale yellow moon of spring winked her eye as she smiled down upon them. Lois Boulier '50 ,-l,.1,..---- THE BROOK AND THE WAVE The brooklet came from the mountaili, As sang the bard of old, Running with 'feet of silver Over the sands of gold. Far away in the briny ocean There rolled a turbulent wave, Now singing along the sea-lbeach, Now howling along the cave. And the brooklet has found the billow, Though they flowed so far apart, And has filled with its freshness and sweetness That turbulent, bitter heart. Willis Cetchell ,49 A SUCCESSFUL HUNT It was a cold, frosty morning after a severe snow storm, that a hunter, iso- lated in his little log cabin one hundred miles from the nearest settlement, found himself without ample clothing to keep himself warm enough to endure the in- tense cold. Shivering with the cold, he put his last stick of wood on the fire, grabbed up his rifle and started into the forest, muttering to himself, If only I had a fur overcoat. With this thought in mind he wandered at random in search of food. It so happened that on the same morning a bear, famished with hunger, came from his den, ready to jump on the first object that showed any signs of life. Because of the long snowstorm, he had not had anything to eat for three days and nights. Snarling and growl- ing, he set forth towards the hunter's cabin, which was about ten miles dis- tant. The only thought in his mind was getting a warm breakfast. On the bank of a small stream, be- tween two hills about midway between the bearls den and the hunter's cabin, the hunter and the 'bear saw each other. At the first sight of the man, the 'bear rushed with all his speed to shorten the distance between them. The hunter, while thinking of what a chance he had to shoot the bear, was knocked down by him and inside of two seconds there was no hunter. Thus each received what he wished for: the beafr got his breakfast and the hunter his fur over- coat. Bobby H-aining '50

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. ,, . ' te 45 rx 55173 31 21 0330303 saw Seavey and Cray cleaning desks, and so she fixed up hers to be 'Kin the gamef' Now every junior did the same, and soon every student in N. H. S. was trying his best to g'Outbeat Grayfi And now when Student Council meets, they are proud of their school which canit be beat. The moral of this tale applies to school and other things. Reforms, like snowballs, will keep on growing, if somebody only starts the ball rolling. -tRevision of Farmer Brown's Ex- an1ple.l Doris Kimball S-19 MORTIMER'S FIRST GIRL Another spring had come! The little town of Centerville had taken on a gay and lively atmosphere. Bluebirds had winged their way back home from their long winteris stay in the south. The t1'ees were newly clad in a soft foliage of green. The air was fresh and faintly perfumed with a light fragrance from the early budding -flowers. Highland Avenue, the lane on which Susie Drake resides, has been touched by the magic hand of Mother Nature as she brings forth a new spring. Perhaps this is why Mortimer jameson has turned his mind to thoughts of love. He has suddenly awakened to the fact that Susie Drake is an extremely attrac- tive young girl who is in the same class With him at Centerville High. 'Mortimer has been very fortunate thus far in the first romance of his young life. He had just succeeded in dating Susie for the forthcoming NU Club dance which was to be held at the high school gym the following week. He had been rather bashful in asking Susie, but now the ordeal was over and she had ac- cepted. ln Mortimeris estimation, the week passed by at an unbelievable speed. It was Friday night, a most beautiful eve- ning in spring, with the sweet chirping of crickets and soft evening b1'eezes iioating through the treetops. At eight Mortimer arrived at the Drake residence. He paused outside the gate, adjusted his tie, and gathered up the nerve to continue on his way to the front door. He pressed very lightly on the doorbell, brit the sound of the buzz- ing made him jump. Mrs. Drake opened the door and greeted him in her ever friendly manner. Somehow or other, Mortimer managed to smile and utter a faint 'iHello.', Descending the stairway was Susie, attired in a breath- taking pink evening gown. 'Mortimer thought that she was the most charm- ing girl that he had even seen. Susie had always known that Morti- mer jameson was shy, but not this shy. He could scarcely say a word while they were walking, fyes, walking, for Mortimer had no carl to the gym. There was everything to make a per- fect evening, the wonderful air of spring and a dreamy orchestra, but somehow, to Susie Drake, the evening was far from perfect. The hours passed slowly while Susie danced with Mortimer, for he was continually stepping on her feet. As the gym clock struck eleven, Mortimer said he must go, for his mother would be expecting him. Al- though Susie knew that the dance would continue until twelve, she made no protest. They were soon on the Main Street, with Mortimer trying earnestly to keep up a rather feeble conversation. It seemed like hours to -Susie before they would ever reach Highland Avenue. Finally the Drake residence came into view. They walked noiselessly into the

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., 1, 7:4 1-' -s nt. ' 1-3-5 kjtik 1' V rsurgyagafaiffs-4? w'n 'i 'mwiniii pi'-'H W fiifii-A mam Mr. Chaplin: l hope 1 didnlt see you looking at l'le1'lJcrt,s paperf, liicliard Parlee: l hope you didnit, loo. Bliss Bruxyer: uklickcy. what is 11 Clllllgllllllilln Mickey: 'KA hole surrounded by had cooking. Tlielum P. and Mickey P. were play- ing cards. Mickey P.: lleyl Youre clu-atingfv Thelma P.: 'Tin notl l had that ace before we startedf, Nlr. Crauer: 4'XVhat was going on in 1776?', Blaine L.: i'The XVar of 1811 Miss YVard: If Shakespeare were liy- ing today would he be very famous? Clem NI.: Yes, I think he would, be- cause he would be 376 years old. Miss VVard: VVhat is a synonym? Ronald P.: Something you put in a spice cakef' Miss VVard: K'You can't sleep in classlw Blaine L.: If you didnit talk so lond T couldf' Roger C.: 'KDon,t I deserve something 'besides a zero in spelling?', Mrs. Fcrnald: Yes, but they don't let us give anything lowcrfi Mrs. Fernald: MWhy is it that light- ning never Strikes twice in the same JOKES placed, Norrnan lf.: Because when it strikes once, the same place isn't there any inort -. Ronald P.: ulyan. you're afraid to light with niefi lyan F.: uNo. but if 1 fight, my morn will lind out and spank ine. Donald P.: How,ll shc find out? lxan F.: Shell see the doctor going into your placef' On a rather warm day an old lady went up in an airplane for the first time. When thc plane had been in the air some time. she pointed to the propeller. Xll right, young manfl she shouted to the pilot. uyou can turn the lian oft now. l lcel much cooler. Xlrs. Cilson tin Latin classl: 'iD0ris, what have you there?', Doris: A poem, Xlrs. Cilson: Read itfl Doris: Latin is a dead language as lar as I can see. It killed the ancient Romans, and now it's killing me. Nlr. Crauer: 'iCarrie, is that desk too high for youd, Carrie S.: MNO, but the seat is too lowfi Xlrs. Anxious Cpoking the street car r-onductor with her umbrellal: GIS that tln- First National Bank? Conductor: GNU. mum. themis my rilvsf,