Oakfield High School - Acorn Yearbook (Oakfield, ME)

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LITERATURE STAYING AFTER SCHOOL Why does it happen when a lesson I shirk, That the teacher must find me without my homework? Though I give an excuse, it's most always the rule That the teacher just says, You stay after school.' I go to her room and I take out the book, She says not a word and she gives not a look, And so, there I sit, as time wears away, Recalling the fun I might be having in play. My heart fills with hatred, I tremble with rageg The four walls of the room resemble a cage. After an hour of time which passes so slow, The teacher looks up and says, You may go. I storm from the building and go out to the street, My evening is ruined so I go home to eat. I can't understand it, I never could see Why those teachers delight in picking on me. Vernon Campbell, English 7 lgi. Modern Free Verse HEIGH-HO, COME TO THE FAIR If ever a sight you want to see - A happier way of American life Through the recognition of man, Through the building of a better world, Through the tools and equipment of today, Watch the world roll by, See scienti1'ic and engineering achievements, See man's highest accomplishments, See man's economic and social resources, See the fruits of our industries, lands, and laboratories, Notice the wonderland of various hues I With decorations as direction finders, The fanwise spread of avenues, The pastel tints to deep shades, The arc of prismatic color division, Heigh-ho, then, come to the Fair. If ever a sight you want to see- An Amusement Zone so flexible With Little Old New York and Jai-Alai Court, With a circus built round a one-ring show, With rides and games and swings to try, The magnificent Constitution Mall Representing sculptures, landscaping, and illuminations, Representing the Tree of Life and. the Moods of Time, Representing statutes interpreting American liberty, Give your salute to a World-wide event See the Town of Tomorrow, The integrated neighborhood, The collection of model homes, The natural settings and great comfort, Visit the Lagoon of Nations. Heigh-ho, then, come to the Fair. Angeline Mosco, English IV. 38

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LITERATURE AMERICA Be thankful you live in America Under the flag of the free, That the men who run our government Represent you and meg That though we have our wave of crime From which no land is free, We can call and be called by all A great democracyg That we can watch with bated breath Across the waters wide, And thank our God in Heaven That we live on this side. Jo Olmsted, English IV. ...T DICTATORS We read of dictators who wish for war Upon the weak, the helpless and the old, Treated like cattle on the hills afar, ' Across a conference table bought and sold. Children brought up to serve as cannon fodder, And fed on tales of hatred and of bloodg Until without a thought of wife or daughter They fight like dogs and fall into the flood. We see these nations tax, then arm and iight Until their people die beneath a load Of iron and steel, built to defend a right Disguised in propaganda, spread and sowed By spies and agents of the dictators Who hope for bloodshed, hatred, and for wars. Robert Maher, English IV L... I'D LIKE I'd like to be an engineer Of a huge streamlined train. I know that I'd have no fear But be competent and sane. At night I'd like to -ride the rails And see the moon shine brightg Along the shore I'd look for sails That travel through the night. I'd like to pull the throttle rope And watch the land stream byg I'm sure that I'd be filled with hope If I traveled fast on high. Verle Campbell, English IV. 37 o

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LITERATURE I LIKE OUR SCHOOL I like our school And all its crude and simple waysg Its functions and facilities, Unfaltering in building minds And bodies which will be alert and wise. We have no swimming pools, of course, Nor other things which measure luxuries. But what we have, we utilize To fight and back with all our pride. I like our school. Yes, I like our school. We undermine its value, sure, But underneath we're all sincere. We're grateful for its living past, Which built us up to where we stand, We're grateful for its everlasting strife, To make everyone work with all his mightg And when end draws to close as all must come, We're gratefully sorry for not having better worked For the hope our teachers so individually built. I like our school. Vito Jacobbi, English IV. 1,1 LIFE Life is a bridge of woe- Suspended between birth and death. Life is a bridge of happiness- Constructed by perfect workmanship. Life is a bridge of calamity- Entangled by the rush of modern living, But every life is precious. Life is an avenue of cheer- Free from the evils of humanity. Life is an avenue of sorrow- Cursed by the wrongs of the sinner. Life is an avenue of faith- Dependent upon those who are capable, Because every life is precious. Life is a path- Widened by the expansion of knowledge. Life is a path- Bumpy and crooked before years of experience have improved it. Life is a path- Winding and endless until death, But every life is precious. Rowena Hoertz, English IV. 39