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

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OAK LEAVES 1947 Since we are old and dear friends, Marie, I feel it my duty, in the absence of your honored mother, to bid you with the children, leave Paris immedi- ately! Louis will listen to reason from you and he may be persuaded. Ma cherie, I will earnestly pray le bon Dieu to protect and keep your Majesty for the increased glory of France. Adieu mon enfant, Clotilde, Marquise de Montparnasse. JEAN SHIRLEY Ross, '47. January 30, 1947. My dear Inky, K I dropped in on you this afternoon, but since you seemed quite busy with your housekeeping, I slipped out stealthily and will drop in for a longer visit on some later date. I hope you are enjoying good health and not diminishing too quickly. Nowadays everyone seems to be 'writing a great deal. From conversations I've heard, the girls at this school are having a special course in letter writ- ing, so we're both becoming very important. My owner has been using me constantly, and if she is not more gentle and careful I shall need a new point. Furthermore, to my great dismay, she even loaned me to a friend who scratches up my left edge terribly. I saw your cousin, Bluey, today. As you probably know, she is living in my owner's room now, and my ow'ner's roommate recently acquired a hand- some friend with whom Bluey has made an acquaintance. They are having a gay time together, and it looks as if there may be an announcement soon. Please give my best to all my friends that you see, and please urge Sharpy and Wat to come over to see me when they have time. I shall drop in on you again soon, and in the meantime, I remain, Your loving friend, Venus. January 31, 1947. My dear Venus, It 'was a pleasure to receive your recent letter. I am very sorry I missed seeing you yesterday, but I was running around all day trying to keep things in order. Lately, visitors have been dropping in at the most unexpected moments. I, too, have noticed this sudden increase in writing and have become rather alarmed in the last day or so at my rapidly diminishing size. I fear before long I shall be nothing at all, but then, like all good ink bottles, I have faithfully supplied as many people as possible with my excellent quality of ink. This morning Sharpy and Wat dropped in. They are fine but writing hard. Wat has a new lining where he began to bleed a few days ago, and now he is enjoying the best of health. Best wishes for better writing, and looking forward to your next visit. Afectionately, Inky- LOIS ALEXANDER, '47. 14

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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

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