Oak Grove Coburn High School - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Vassalboro, ME)

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OAK LEAVES TODAY Bend in the breezes and blow in the sung Life is so young yet, it's day just begun. Whisper and sigh as the butterflies play 3 Live for an hour, that hour,-today. Close in the silence as evening is falling. Love is a magic and life but a dreamg Dawning and dying, a glimpse of foreverg All of a tiny enchantment between. STELLA CARVELL, '34. EVENING IN KASHMIR The crystal waters of a winding lake are gleaming in the early twi- light except along the shore where the dark slopes of the overhanging mountains are redected in their depths. The evening breezes are caressing the shore and the poplar trees are silhouetted sharply against the sunset glow. My boat is moored for the night and as I gaze out of my window at the snowcapped mountains a thin silver moon hangs above them. In the nearby field I can see the dusky form of Ahamed, our cook, offering his evening prayer to Allah. His droned incantations rise and fall with rhyth- mic cadence. Religion is a series of solemn obligations to Ahamed and I feel such a strange fascination for his mystic devotions each evening that I watch him until I am almost a part of the ceremony. The water laps softly against our houseboat and lulled by its monotonous rhythm I am soon fast asleep. FRANCES MILLER, '34. BY THE FIRESIDE Breezes drifting across green meadowsg Cozy sheep grazing in tall, cool grasseisg Lazy skies, Birds singing, Flowers blooming. Cattle dozing beneath spreading oaksg -Golden sunlight flooding the worldg Winter dreams- Hopeful dreams Of summer. JANET PETERS, '34, 17

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OAK LEAVES privilege of filming their play but no price can induce them to let the sacred play become commercialized. The proceeds are used for four different pur- poses for the benefit of the community. As I left the theater at six o'clock that Sunday night my most vivid recollection was three impressive scenes, the remorse of Judas, the Cruci- fixion and the Resurrection. There had been a hard storm during the play that morning but the players went on seemingly unmindful of the rain until they carried it to a glorious finish. After the scene of the Resurrec- tion, a beam of sunlight broke through the clouds and seemed to send a heavenly benediction over all. The Passion Play is being given again this year in commemoration of its three hundredth anniversary and all who journey there to see it will feel their hearts stirred by the devoted piety and supreme sincerity of these simple Bavarian folk. M., '34 SILHOUETTES 16

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