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

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A TRIP TO THE MOON One day as I sat nibbling on a huge sandwich of sardines, lettuce and to- matoes, salad dressing, tuna fish and other miscellaneous articles, and en- deavoring to study my latin, my mind strayed from my subject and I found myself dreaming about my favorite topic-rocket ships. It was then that the idea came to me. Why couldn't Professor Zanuck and I build a rocket ship and take a trip to the moon? I was about to get the professor and inform him about my wonderful idea when I heard a terrible explosion coming from the di- rection of the laboratory. I ran as fast as my short legs could carry me to see what had happened. Icau- tiously opened the door and peeped in. The professor was carefully getting up and was brushing himself off. What happened '? I boomed. He explained that he was only playing with his firecrackers, one of his favor- ite pastimesfI neglected to say the professor was in his second childhood and was quite playfull. I helped him get his beard untangled and explained my plan. The professor liked it and we imme- diately started work. In about two daysiwe were very fast workersl we were ready to start. With our tooth- brushes under our arms, we set the controls and with a zoom took off. We had traveled a few hours when we came to a sign saying, Go slow. Only 24,000 miles to the moon. It was just a few minutes before we arrived. The people and animals were indiff- erent to us and acted as though we didn't exist, We walked around until we came to a great big building which was made up of ice cream and floated in a little pond of soda pop. The people all had spears and daggers and ran toward us saying queer words and throwing them at our heads. If only we could make it to the rocket ship! Finally we made it. We jumped in and were off. We hurtled through space so fast that our stomachs began to object. As we were about to land I heard a voice say, Wake up, wake up! And wake up I did, sitting right in the middle of the floor. Elva Brackett '53 MAGGIE The day had dawned, just this morn, So beautiful and peaceful. But this sereneness did not last, For Maggie had her hands full. She had five kids, all her own, And don't you dare deny it. They all had hair as black as night, And tempers to defy it. First came Sue, the oldest girl, And she was in a dither. Her prize piece of calico, Had been borrowed by little sister. Next came Pete, the oldest boy, And he was very flustered. For how can you visit your very best girl, When your bow tie has been busted? Next came Joe, a dandy boy, Born just ten years ago, And why God gave him such power- ful lungs, I swear, I'll never know. Next came Jane, the youngest girl, The beauty of the family. She had hair of black, eyes of blue, And a nose that was a dandy.

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A TOAST TO OUR JANITOR We are all so used to an orderly, well-kept schooland grounds that we do not always stop to think who it isthat keeps everything this way and in run- ning condition. However, if anything goes wrong with a piece of equipment the first person we think of is the jan- itor. Once a year we should all pause in the rush of busy activities and say thank you to our janitor. So thank you Mr. Strout and best wishes for a happy summer. Here's a toast to our janitor, may he never forsake us, For if he did, confusion would overtake us. He is painstaking, capable and goodnatured too. If he left us, what would we do? If the school was on fire, you'd hear everyonefshout, Go get the janitor, he'll put it out. If a tornado lifted the roof and took it away. Go get the janitor, the pupils would say. Go get the janitor, he'll know what to do . Whether its fire, disaster, or just a loose screw. Let's sing him a song, let's give him a cheer. Let's make it so loud, it would deafen the ear. He deserves our praise and our good will too. Mr. Strout, our hats are off to you! Arlene Murphy '50 THE VISION Night and day the terrible picture comes to me clearly. At first, dim, then gradually becomes clearer and clearer. I don't know how it started, wait, yes it comes back clearly to me now. It started with a casual drink with my husband's political friends. Then, as his power grew, I became an unimpor- tant item in his life, but drink became an important one in my life. Soon I could not give it up. When my hus- band, Tom, came home at night, he would find me in a drunken stupor. He was gentle at first, then he gradu- ally turned against me. The sneer on his face turned my heart cold as I stared at him with dull, lifeless eyes. Oh, but then the the beautiful pic- tures would unfold before me like a dream. Tom and I were walking through a quiet forest, hand in hand, and he gazed at me with love in his eyes. The vision soon fades however, and Tom stands before me with that terri- able hate in his eyes. I cannot stand it. l am losing my mind, yes, thats it. I am crazy. My hand came in contact with a heavy silver letter opener. Raising the opener, I plunged it into his back. He sprawled on the floor in front of me as the blackness swallow- ed me. Telling this to Doctor Benton is not easy, but it was just a vision. I can't understand what the police are carry- ing from the cellar. Do you think I am crazy, Doctor? Do you? DO YOU? Betty Garrison

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Last, but not least, came little Will, The baby of the household. He was putting up a kick, 'Cause sister had a wrestle hold. These kids, plus Maggie's housework, Kept her on the run. She always heaved a sigh of relief, When the day was done. But now as the day draws to a close, And the kids are fast asleep, Poor Maggie sits down in a chair And rubs her swollen feet. May Cook '52 A CLEVER BOY While Mother was setting the table, Father and John were in the living- room. Then Mother called them to dinner. As John and his father entered the dining-room. John's eyes lit up with a sly twinkle as he turned to his father with the question, Dad, how many fowls are there on the table? His father looked at the pair of steaming fowls, roasted a golden brown, that lay on the platter. He replied quickly, Why son, there are two, of course. Two? scoied John. There are three, and I'll prove it. Three? questioned the father, puzzled. He had been 'taken in' sev- eral times lately by his son's clever tongue, but he determined to call for an explanation. I'd like to have you prove that. Easily done, sir, easily done, said John with importance. Now isn't this one? laying his fork upon the first. Yes, that's certain, said his fa- ther. Andisn't this two? said John, pointing to the second, And don't one and two make three? Really, replied the father turn- ing to his wife who was beginning to smile in appreciation of her son's cleverness at 'getting one' on his fa- ther. Really, this this boy of ours is a genius and deserves encouragement. Here, Mother, you shall have one fowl, I'll take the second, and our John here, may have the third for his learning. An old joke retold by Dorothy Lancaster '53 BIOLOGY CLASS Of all the courses the Sophomores take This year at N. H. S. I think that they will all agree Our Biology Class is best. We learn that a grasshopper has green blood, And fish have three-chambered hearts. The nervous system of a crayiish is on the ventral side, And had blood doesn't cause warts. We learn why snakes are reptiles, And how termites build their homes, We learn why some birds migrate And others never roam. But now we're studying humans, Their functions and their habits. Later we're going to have projects, Like raising rats and ra.bbits. Nancy Day '52 THE STAR PERFORMANCE It was opening night and the seats