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

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OAK LEAVES 1949 half a century after Columbus stepped on the Virgin Islands of the West Indies. When I say Chile, I see the long range of the Andes, crowned with eter- nal snowg mountains that are a frame for the fertile land, that are a frame for the blue sky. It is in these' that a symbol of peace and good-will between two nations is found. This symbol is The Christ of the Andes and these are the words at the foot of the monument, Sooner shall these mountains turn to dust than the people of Argentina and Chile break the peace which they this day have declared at the feet of their Redeemer. It is in these mountains that the heroes of Chilean Independence sought shelter while preparing for a new attack against the Spaniards, and at the foot of these mountains the Declaration of Independence was signed in 1810. It is here, surrounded by these mountains, that the Chilean people live, striving for a better world. When I -say Chile, other thoughts come flooding in, but first I think of home. CLARA COSTA, '49. PRELUDE TO DAWN I early awoke this morn to see A host of busy elves Crowding my garden. Heedless, they, Of any but themselves. They did not see me watching them Spraying buds with dew. They did not even notice when I glanced upon the hue With which a few were tinting blooms Of pansies, gay and bright. And some, so tensely occupied With chasing back the night, Not even turned at my approach Along the garden wall, Not even stirred when softly, I Murmured a gentle call. But then, before I found a chance To stop one on the lawn, The reddened sky burst with the sun And all fled at the dawn. MIMI LOGAN, '49. 25

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OAK LEAVES 1949 YOURS TO CREATE Now I lay me down to sleep, This last night my watch to keep, And when I think of deeds undone, Of books unread, of games unwon -All left until a fleeing morrow, These I grieve-and much my sorrow. I have lived in full routine, Worked hard, and then, by sun unseen, Dropped into bed to rise again, These are the ways of common men. Youth live now-this is Your day to make Ambitious truths. Yours to create . And live forever. ELSIE NORR ELL, '49 GYPSIES Their sparkling, snapping eyes and flashing smiles A joyousness that makes the heart beat fast Their twinkling toes-, their jest and wanton wiles. How can we make this fantasy to last? They whirl, they twirl in rythmns gay and fast, Bright skirts that fiy about and round and round: Their tinkling bracelets, earings gay, fiy past As harvest moon hangs low above the ground And campiires make a soft and rudy glow On quickly moving figures of the dance. But only Gypsies do this music know Which dreamy twilight often does enhance. This dance, the evening shades will often bring- A scene of laughter gay and hearts that sing. SHIRLEY NELSON, '49. 27