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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OAK LEAVES 1947 Mrs. Abraham Lincoln, Washington, D. C., U. S. A., My dear Mrs. Lincoln: You will not know me, of course, and it is not necessary for you to even know my name. I lwrite to you on behalf of future generations, to which I belong. I live in Eternity. But I shall be born in the twentieth century, and since I shall live in the United States, I take a deep interest in its leaders and presidents. I am writing to you because I feel so sorry for your husband. Do you realize how miserable you are making him? If you knew how he hates to come home and how tired he is, you would try to control your temper. I realize that he must be difficult at times, with his sloppy clothes, his un- trained manners fespecially at the tablej and his dreaminess. I don't suppose you understand these things, being in a different class, having been brought up so differently, and being basically diiferent from him. COf course, you must know no-w that you should never have married him. Why did you not stick to Mr. Douglas? Oh, but he would not have had you, not being so good and kind as dear Mr. Lincoln.J I am certain that you have the ability to make the best of these things, to cease from nagging about them and to praise him for the wond-erful things he does and is. He needs your help now. He has overlwhelming responsibility on his shoulders. Often the wives of famous men have been their source of cour- age and strength. I could tell you what will happen in the future but I don't want you to know now. I rwant you to be a good and loving wife, for if you are not you may regret it later. In the next century, your husband will be considered one of the greatest men who ever lived. I beg you to support him and be proud of him. In the hope, Madam, that this letter may touch some vulnerable spot in your cold heart, I have 'Written Very sincerely, PATRICIA DODGE. Washington, D. C., January, 1892. My dear Miss Dodge: I received your letter yesterday, and make haste to reply. In the first place I have no idea what you are talking about. Mr. Lincoln and I are very happy together, and I have often heard it said that if he had never married me, he would not be President now. It is I who am ambitious for him, and have spurred him on to greater heights. Should not fame be the goal of every man? Alone, he would be but a lazy dreamer. Perhaps it is true that he is not often home, but he tells me himself that it is because he has so much work. As for nagging him constantly, I never nag-and I think it audacious of you to suggest it. I merely prod him on when he forgets himself, as he often does, being quite stupid in many ways. Naturally, I appreciate his good points. Who is in a better position to rec- 16