Norway High School - Caduceus Yearbook (Norway, ME)

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30 THE CADUCEUS CD I- 'TS' CCD I-Q N E R THE SEASONS In Fall the leaves so scarlet Look like a boniire's flare. Soon they'll all come tumbling down To leave the branches bare. The trees so bare in Winter Are statues in the snow. The moonlight casts a shadow And all is still below. Soon the snow begins to go Now Spring is here again. A Leaves and buds so fresh and green Are washed by springtime rain. Breezes with the Summer come, And leaves are gently kissed. Fall will soon come 'round again And leaves will then be missed. --Glenna Wight, '52 - FUTILE WAR Have you forgotten us Who yesterday walked among you Stalwart, strong and glad? Today we sleep beneath the green And watch with futile tears A world gone power mad. What price this which we have paid In agony, grief, and death For freedom mocked and greed run rampant While our brothers die with us in other fields? More crosses to show the wasted wealth Of nations in ageless struggle. Tomorrow whose sons will join Our growing legions? What crosses Mark the regions of man's eternal war? And this I say to you, Who hold the torch, There is a way that is not death For war shall breed war And love shall lead in life. -Janice Conley, '49 CON FESSION - How can I sit in my prison cell Awaiting death, you say? I'm not afraid now, as before, That I must go my way. I'll tell you why, tho' strange it seems, A priest I saw today Who changes my fears to heartfelt dreams: My mind no more will stray. I fought and stole, but worst of all I killed a good man, too. His wife and children left behind Because his life is through. Do I regret these things I've done You ask of me? Oh yes! If I could live my life again I'd change I must confess. A priest came 'here today and said, God forgives a friend to him. Would God forgive a man like me Who's committed such a sin? Then lightning struck, and thunder, A sign before the end. And now I'm on my way to see The Lord who is my friend. -Barbara Swett, '50 TO THE CLASS OF '49 Each year it's never quite the same, here at Norway High When all the grown-up Seniors have said their last good-by. There's always something sad about gradua- tion day, Like part of Norway High School, itself, had gone away. Some people think a Senior is apt to be a snob, Who laughs at underclassmen and never does his job. Tl?-sg people are mistaken, for who could ever in A group of kids much liner than the class of '49? -Mary Noble, '51 CLOUDS The sky is blue and the clouds are white, Just look! What a beautiful sight. I love to Watch them skip about, Like lambs a dancin' in and out. Of course, when skies are dull and gray It chases the fluffy clouds away. At night when all the sky is black, If you look hard you'll see they're back. Cynthia Bartlett, '52 THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH Macbeth was brave, Macbeth was bold. But his ambitions, he could not hold. He slayed Duncan, which was enough And then the family of Macduff. Meanwhile Banquo met his doom, And all over Scotland spread the gloom. Malcolm fled to England great, While Donalbain went to Ireland's gate When Macbeth was received and crowned Even now his lady was unsound. Malcolm raised an army strong: With which to correct Macbeth's great wrong. Nevertheless, Macbeth was the same 'Till Birnam Wood to Dunisinane came Malcolm's army, ten thousand strong, Came to Dunisinane and brought Birnam along. Macbeth then tried a childish bluff. And yet, he died on the sword of Macduff. -Kenneth Dullea, '50 THIS THING CALLED CURIOSITY All persons have possession of itg This thing called curiosity. To use it as they may see Ht Is part of our democracy. The wonder seed of man's intellect, This thing called curiosity Was planted to help man detect The wrong of any atrocity. It is developed by firm resolve, This thing called curiosity. Into capableness to solve The problems of bureaucracy. It is said to have -killed a cat , This thing called curiosity. Yet it has ousted many a rat Our enemies of responsibility. Marguerite Tracy, '49

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32 p THE CADUCEUS FRENCH CLUB NOTES The French Club officers for this year are: President-Gordon Peaco Vice 'President-Joan Pride Secretary-Carolyn Nevers MEMBERS Nancy Luce Mildred McCormack Dorothea Mann Bett Abbot Carolyn Nevers Janice Conley Gordon Peaco Sylvia Winslow Stephen Bradeen Dean Wiles Barbara Swett Joan Pride NEW MEMBERS Y Neil Tracy Judith Klain Kenneth Dullea Shirley Dullea Joan Sargent Colwyn Haskell Sally Evirs Carmen Corbett Janet Goodwin Mary Noble Rowena Palmer Donald McAllister The first club meeting of the was held October 1, 1948. Plans were made to initiate the new members October 25. The annual French Club assembly was presented February 11. The story was taken from Le Petit Chose. The members of the cast were as follows: Ellen Berry, Joan Sargent, Janet Good-- win, Carmen Corbett, and Rowena Pal- mer. Donald McAllister was stage manager. The idea of collecting French cloth- ing for a French orphan has been dis- cussed this year. It is hoped that this project will get under way next year. Plans are being made for the annual French Club Party which will be held this spring. The members of French Club wish to express their thanks to Mrs. Kellick, faculty advisor, for the help she has given us throughout the year. LE DELUGE year Une fois il y avait de mechants hommes dans la terre. Ils n'ont pas redoute les dieux et ils n'ont pas eu soin du temple. Ils ont aime toujours les mauvais faits. Pour cette raison ils ont pr6par6 une peine pour les dieux. Il y avait une pluie abondante. La mer et l'oc6an se sont leves et il y avait un deluge. L'eau a deborde les pres et les villes. Les hommes et les animaux sont peris. Mais il y avait un homme et une femme qui etaient bons. L'homme s'est appele Deucaliong la femme s'est ap- pelee Pyrrha. Ils etaient sauves par un petit bateau et ils etaient portes a une montagne. Bient6t l'eau s'est retiree et ils ont quitte le bateau. Maintenant il etaient seuls dans la terre et ils 6taient malheureux. Ils ont vu un temple et ils s'y sont de- peches. Ils ont prie devant l'autel. Bien- t6t une voix leur dit, Jetez les os de votre mere derriere vous. Deucalion et Pyrrha n'6taient pas cer- tains, mais Deucalion dit, Les dieux sont bons. Ils ne commandent pas de mauvais faits. La terre est la mere des hommes et les pierres sont les os de la mere. Ainsi ils ont jete des pierres derriere eux. Les pierres sont devenues des hommes et des femmes, et la terre a eu encore des habitants. -Rowena Palmer '51 Translated from Latin ADIEU! Je m'appelle Marie LaBeau. Main- tenant je suis dans un endroit d6sol6 de France on deux assassins me gardent comme prisonier. Dans un moment les deux hommes reviendront me tuer. Mon histoire est simple et ma situa- tion presente me semble impossible. Elle a commence hier soir quand J 'ai vu Monsieur La Brie tue hors du theatre. Il etait le directeur de la piece de theatre dans laquelle je devais avoir le r6le prin- cipal. Les assassins sont Richard Rou- leau et Louie Duperre et bientot ils me tueront. J'ai jete un cri en voyant le meurtre et les hommes m'ont capturee et m'ont apportee a ce chateau. J 'entends les hommes venir mainten- antg ainsi je jetterai cette lettre hors de la fenetre. Peut-etre personne ne la trouvera mais en tout cas quand je mourrai je saurai qu'il y a une possi- bilite que ces deux assassins violents re- cevront la punition qu'ils meritent. Adieu! -Mary Noble '51