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

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OAK LEAVES 1945 L .,- A W 7 Q'fOW1 our 'I 3 iQfJ ybunger ens I L. ' to 9 4 , ' i i ' i Iggy ff gl Q M ' R-, i A , 4 x is ' R' r I 'S' ., vi. X ,,, 5 75556. S ,E 5' , T . EE 'Q K nw I 1 ' . K 1 Ap ' 6 9 V X A . , I x. 'J' ti f ai- ,g i l ftalalw-if -r K ' RAIN Rain! Strumming on the roof-tops all night long, Soothing all the people with its vagrant song, Spattering on pavements, far below, Faster than the wind can blow. Rain! Sprinkling on the meadows, lush and cool, Making tiny ripples on a glassy pool, Every little rain-drop dancing, gliding And swiftly as it comes, subsiding. A., '48. ROADS THAT CALL Dreams of cliffs and clover, mountains high and swift winged birds, roads to wander on to see the earth's beauty-spendthrift I would be where money could be thrown away. Houses may be grand with their panelled and orna- mented walls, but the woods hold far richer treasures than any gold could buy. So l must be going, going to the sweet scented woods and the road that calls, and calls, and ever calls. NANCY ELLIOTT, '49. 28

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OAK LEAVES 1945 Joanne a baptise les belles poupees que nos avons habillees pour les enfants pauvres. Nous nous somme mises a lire des poemes frangais du dix-neuvieme siecle, accompagnes des conferences interessantes sur la vie et les idees des auteurs. Plusieurs membres du cercle ont parle sur d-ivers sujets litteraires dans la Chapelle frangaise de Mercredi. Le 9 mai, a la chapelle frangaise nous avons chante la Marseillaise et celebre dignement la victoire des Allies. A la fin de l'annee nous comptons donner un 'the pour les membres perspectifs. LE CHANSON DE MAI Voici le j oli Mai Ou tout le monde est gai Les jeunes filles fleuronnent Dans leurs robes de printemps Et des fleurs en couronnes. Voici le joli mois Les oiseaux chantent au bois Les fleurs boutonnent Et les jeunes gens s'en vont Porter des fleurs a leurs mignonnes. 27

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OAK LEAVES 1945 Mil A CANDIDATE FOR MADISON SQUARE THE WILD STALLION There he stood, ears extending, Eyes ablaze and nostrils trembling- if A coal black stallion, with flowing mane, A horse that never could be tame. Impatiently he pawed the ground And started at the slightest sound. According to the custom old, He fought, his bunch of mares to hold, And through all the whole prairie, There was none as good as he. In later years, when he has gone, His story shall live on and on. PHYLL REX Rex was once a dog with might, Who, when younger knew how to fight. He was a dog with a carefree mind, And did as he pleased all of the time. When Rex could be seen coming, All the little dogs would begin running. 29 IS HARPER, '48 A. SEWALL, '48