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

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OAK LEAVES 1945 SAILS White are the sails, which make her sway, As we cut the white caps on Cape Cod Bay, Blue is the sky, above us so high Where silver sea gulls like to Hy White are the sails, which swell in the gale, All this is what makes it a pleasure to sail. BARBARA KITTREDGE, '46 i...i1 i. AU REVOIR As I now think of leaving Oak Grove It seems to me it's all too soon I think of all the fun I've had And about the Wonderful girls I've met. I'll never forget the second floor of Senior Dorm How Budge and Betsy were always raising a fuss Over Bill or Derby or being engaged: Or Ruthie calling down the corridor, Hey, Little Corporal . In years to come I'1l remember the fun We Scarlets and Blacks had Pulling together as a team to win each game. In reminiscence I'll look back To all the teachers With Whom I lived, and learned to know What really wonderful sports they were. .i....-1.- Is that the bell? I mumble low, Can it be My dream is o'er ?- Now how can I In waking tell, That which my dream Will only spell? 20 CAROL LINDE, '45 M. JONES, '45

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OAK LEAVES 1945 The years have gone I' know not where The days were short Without a care. With a trace of a tear I must turn back. It is gone, it is gone- My childhood. TO GOD, I DID PRAY ESTELLE PARSONS, '45 Darkened clouds of War hung black o'er the land All earth seemed dismal and gray. My heart beat heavy with sad grief unconsoled, Yet, to God, I did. pray. I heard the thunder of cannon across the land Rumbling from far away, Hope seemed lost, the end .seemed Yet, to God, I did pray. near, One day through this heavy black cloud The sun shone in a gleaming ray Bringing me joy and peace once again, And, to God, I did pray. Oh God, on such a joyful day Hear me when I rejoice and pray. ,. 'V I 0' POLLY J oHNsoN, '45. 19

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OAK LEAVES 1945 FOUR IN A ROW HOLIDAY Golden hair, golden hair, shining in the sun, Won't you come away with me and have a little fun? Golden hair, golden hair, rippling in the breeze, Won't you come away with me-pretty, pretty please? Blue eyes, blue eyes, laughing at the sky Won't you come away with me and watch the clouds pass by? Blue eyes, blue eyes, dancing impishly, Won't you come away with me and see the emerald sea? Come my friend, come my friend, I'll take you by the hand, And we'll be off together in the summer's fairy land, Hurry now, hurry now, and we'll be off to play Through the woods and meadows wide, before the close of day. CONSTANCE PENN, '46. ' A 'MUDIAN Clop, clop, clop went de horses, a'takin' their time as usual. Barnabus, sittin' up der, his mouth so large, and beaming so hard, that his thick lips and his large nose met, smack together, was very happy, cos he was going to a weddin'. No, not invited, but who bothers to git invited in Bermuda? All ya' have to do is to follow the crowd, an' sit an' stare. He had been engaged by someone livin' down by the South Shore, but he had decided that it was too hot, an' anyway he wanted to see der weddin'. The most honorable Sir Howard's daughter was gettin' married. All the people were comin' in their best. Some in formals as d' Americans say, and some in just their Q'Sunday best . 21