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

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OAK LEAVES 1947 EARLY STORM' Red Apples Hanging stillg November wind Driving flakes of snow In amongst the branches, Mixing white with green and red, Fine particles of dust, Twirling, twirling on, Till they lose strength And peter Slowly Out. JEAN HUMASON, '47 WINTER IMPRESSIONS Snow On the ground Piled high- Pine trees In a stately row Majestic in their beauty- Shadows Come and go, Blue and grey and lovely. Grey skies Low, shifting clouds- Then in blurry whiteness Comes the storm Of winter. Ice Dark, sparkling Scarred by steel As sharp skates glide, Race, flash across the pond While high above the trees A lovely silvery moon Slides slowly upward Among twinkling Stars. 11 E. T., '47

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UAK LEAVES 1947 Les Tuileries, Paris, France, May 19, 1792. Ma chere Clotilde, The days grow darker now and I see the storm clouds approaching. Oh, my dear, I am fearful of the tempest when it shall let loose its fury upon us. Louis thinks my fears unjustified, but even in my sleep I now hear the hostile murmuring that grows louder day by day. In the streets below my windows I sometimes hear a soft footstep that fades away into the mist when I draw the curtain aside. Oh, Clotilde, the awful staring eyes des gens when we go out in the carriage. There is murder lurking behind their silence. I can feel it in the air. Would to God I had remained in Austria where people express their feelings in words and not in this watchful stillness that breeds mad- ness in all of us. This last I should scratch out, for it savors of discontent with my own machinations. No, I am glad to be Queen of France, but yet . . . Enough of this gloom! How are Maurice and Elizabeth '? I often think of you down there au bord de la mer. Mayhap sometime we may slip away for a week with you. The summer approaches and the heat is overwhelming. And now, ma cherie, I must away. Adieu et au revoir. Marie Antoinette. Cannes, France, June 12, 1792. Ma Cherie, Into your kind letter I read so many things which distress my heart. I beseech you, do not tarry longer in our once fair capital, but come to the south with us. Paris is truly not what it used to be only a few short years ago, and I heartily recommend the gentlefolk to go to the country at this time. It may, of course, be only a slight madness caused by this new spirit cf discontent throughout the world, but I fear that none of us, not even yourself, my dear, can long withstand an outraged mob of madmen. Times are changing and we must make shift as best we can to change with them. 13