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

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OAK LEAVES 1945 MINUET IS DANCED AT OCTOBER RECITAL THE HIGHLANDS OF GUATEMALA The sky is deep blue, The mountains are bluish green, The wheat fields gold yellowg The churches are pure white with their silvery bells. These are things that I like in the Highlands. THELMA IBARGUEN, '46. A SYMBOL OF FREEDOM The fog is dense and heavy, but through the grey mist as the ship steams nearer New York we can see the world's greatest lady, our Statue of Liberty. Her torch is held high, lighting and guiding to her shores all peace-loving, homeless peoples, whatever their race or creedg lighting the way to opportunity and freedom. Her proud head is high, defying anyone to dare steal that liberty which she symbolizes. As the ship glides closer and closer to the shore, people become aware of what she symbolizes and they offer a prayer of thanks. Her welcome to these blessed shores is always friendly and sincere, to the homeless and helpless as she opens wide the doors of opportunity which swing out from the halls of Freedom. EMMA BERGDOLL, '-47. 16

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OAK LEAVES 1945 COUNTRY LANES A swift gallop along country lanes ablaze with autumn foliage, wild asters like a purple haze across the meadows, young calves and a red colt gambol- ing in a pasture, long reflections in a river that flows beside the Winding road, riding to a hilltop to drink in the beauty of another October landscape, watching lambs and little pigs when we stop at the farmer's to water our horses, resring beside the river for a snack at the half-way mark, happy laughter and carefree hearts as we trot along, waving to children along the way who shout, The Oak Grove girls are coming, galloping the last of twenty-five miles to find that the cooks who have gone ahead have a roaring fire and sizzling hot supper Waiting for us-that is what it means to ride to Rosemere. - S. HARMONIES The symphony my eyes have seen Has never reached the ear. If only I could hear the gull's slow flight, The sun upon his wings,- Listening to seen melody Dlespising the beauty Doled to me by brass and string! N. S. A GLIMPSE OF OUR EAST GARDEN IN MAY 15

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OAK LEAVES 1945 ON TI-IE SIDELINES AT TI-IE RIDING COMPETITION GOING OUT IN THE RAIN There are times every ordinary month when the rain comes down all day, making the outer world look dismal if you are gazing upon the land from the inner side of a Window pane. Far too few people ever venture out in a shower, if they can possibly help it. If they are caught in one, they hasten as quickly as possible to the nearest shelter. If only they would stay out in it for a few minutes, Without worry- ing about getting wet or catching cold, they would realize the merits of it. They will get wet, but as for colds, I have been out in many a rain and haven't one yet, from that source. There are two kinds of rain, one being the summer shower. The other is the steady, rainy day, when the clouds are always at the point of breaking, but the sun can never shine through. To be out in one of these is delightful, if you are in the country. I admit that rain in the city is not pleasant. It splashes up around your legs, flinging dirt at you, and making everyone uncomfortable. However, if you are lucky enough to live in the country, you ought not to have missed such experiences. I love to walk along a country lane, bordered with green pastures, fragrant flowers, and many trees, with the rain beating on my face. It is so refreshing! You come out of the wet with new life, which the rain gives to you as well as to the flowers. JEAN HUMASON, '47. 17