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

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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,

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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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iafaeciaczfeef G 3339393651 Lady of the house: And what can I do for you?,' Tramp: If you donlt mind, lid like a coat sewed on this buttonf, Nlrs. Gilsonx Please -correct this sen- tence: 'Girls is naturally better looking than the boys , Dale C.: Girls is artificially better looking than boysf, Wfilhur M.: Hey, Twirpl Arenlt you going to the game tonight? Henhert T.: K'Nope, live got to stay home and help Dad with my school workf, jimmy, from down South, was spend- ing a rather cold spring away up North and on Iirst seeing a pussy willow re- marketl: alloy, isnlt nature wonderful? When it's cold up here the buds wear l'ur coatsf, Miss Brewer: Whats etiquette, jean? jean lt.: Oh, that,s the noise you mustnit make swallowing soup with company in the housefl WEDSISEDGGGDGGDGBGQGGGGIB 3336 90033333 QQDEIGJGIEBEIEGIZGGIQEUVZUEUQ1 When the final fourth quarter is finished, And the last of the touchdowns is scored, And the cleats are drifted for the season, And the suits with the mothiballs are stored, And Alumni cease making suggestions: Well, we can relax a hit then And sit hy lhe tire and remember 'l'he games and the fun and the mcn. There was George, who led us in victory: There was Pete, keen, shrewd, and tough, There was Blaine with smiling good nature, And jean with just the right stuff. lt hrings me a thrill for all winter When l think not of victories, but men XVhose hopes and whose joys I have shared in So lel's call the roll once again. And with it my heartiest good wishes 'I'o Mahlon :mtl to Dick and to Paul, 'l'o Boll, XVilh'nr, and llerb. l'm proud lo have livccl with them all. Anil lo lvan, ltonalnl and Gordon, The managers, XVillis and Neal, A toast to those ,who must leave us And lhe others who stay with us still. Adapted. mx W x x xi tL?ai!ffUYs4ffR5r! G' if lot fe yi Ps 9 A .-sglgsfa ll'!l r: .,i?f Q,,,j M4' v