Pembroke Academy - Academian Yearbook (Pembroke, NH)

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I'LL BE HOME My number's up, and I am going to gog To learn to fly and fight and sow. Ifm going to fly over H1tler's land And hit Herr Goebbels if I can. But at least I won't have to walk, Then again I'd better not talk. Because if my plane doth cometh down, I'd have to walk to the nearest town. I'l1 be back when the war is over And the swallows come back to Dover I'l1 be home as soon as we Put the Japs beneath the sea.. Howard Robinson TI-IAT'S FOR ME Of all the things that I could be, The Air Corps does most interest me. Some would rather be a Marine, And fight the Japs in an island scenes Or maybe they would Join the Navy, And go for a. cruise upon the Wavy. And some in the Coast Guard go, And swab the decks to and fro. A few prefer the Army talk, But I would rather fly than walk. They walk and walk from town to town, But I prefer abovethe ground. When you'ro walking down the street, Amidst the clattering of the feet, Oh! how those silver wings do shine, And the girls say, He's mighty fine. When the world is free again, And a friend is still a friend, The flying game is still for me, In a transport above the sea. Howard Robinson Life is o. jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, and now I know it, SPRING The grass tsooomlng up so groan, The weather it is hot, It makes you feel so very dull, You wish to change your lot. You wish you did not have to go Each morning to your school, dnd sit and think and work and sweat, And mind the Golden Rule. 'Twould be much nicer, I do declare To run and play and rare, And not to have to settle down, To all our worldly cares, Dorothy Adams SCHOOL DAYS In Chemistry one day we thought That we would have some fun. We thought we'd mix some stuff and see Just what it would become. We took some s2so4 And added FeS And the result, tis sad to say, Was smelly HZS, ' 1 H28 raced through the lab spread into the hall. It seeped in rooms upstairs and down End filled them one and all. The And The teachers, gasping, fled the school, The children racing after, For fifteen days there was no sound Of happy, childish laughter. For fifteen days the neighbors smelled A strong, persistent odor, And everybody was compelled To take bicarb of soda. Alas! This could not always last, To the everlasting sorrow Of the students, who'll be compelled To go to school tomorrow. John Gay Janet Lombard

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IF IT WERE SO! SMILE I wish I had some magic power Which I might use when I have tests. Into a little fly I'd turn, And light upon the teacher's desk. I'd look at all the answers there, And fly right back and write them down. Then I would all one hundreds have, and never see my parents frown. Alas! this power will ne'er be mine, And right on failing I shall go. lU'dream was just a foolish wish, But, oh: I would that it were sci Doris Leighteizer THE PLUDDER No matter what your walk of life, Wherever you may go, Remember that the ploddor wins, Because I've found it so. No matter if you're a congressman, A farmer, or a clerk, It's always the slew and steady, Regardless of the shirt. If you can do your work all right, By going steadily, It doesn't matter what the speed, Or what your marks may be, And you will find, when out in life, You take your place to work, It always is the plodders true, Who finish up the work. Dorothy Adams Do you ever have To cheer Someone Do you ever have To sing aloud as Or do you always a ready smile, along each mile? a cheery song, you go along? wear a grouch? When people look, they holler, OuchI If you don't wear a smile each day, All your friends They do not like will stay away. to be around A porsmcnresembling a surly hound. So why not try to wear a grin And count the friends you're sure to win M ra Palmer HRICHIEU When Baby's daddy went away The boy was Small and red. The little fellow never 5 essed That ibm was all ho had. As Richard was the Baby's name, ' So Richie he was called, And Daddy often sent his love, 'With hugs, kisses, and all. When Richie's Daddy does cone hack, His son he'1l never knowg But Mother she will be so proud, For he is growing so. Then wo will wait for Richie's Dad, And pray that he'll return From far away across the seag 'Til then, for him we yearn. PEMBROKE ACADEMY Here's to our good old P.A. The grandest school in the U.S.A A school that I shall not forget. The work I've done, I'll not regret, A school of every pride and joy A , for every girl and boy. Barbara Saturley Ifvo been to school for four long years And have not failed to give three cheers. Hurray for Pembroke! Our school so great! The Grsndest school, there's no mistake J Althea Orrill

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A D E D I U A.T I 0 N The road to velour is not glory, It is long, tedious, herd. It is not as in trndition's story, Or time of ancient bard. Its windings are but traps to fools, And those who would be greet. I know, I've seen its hidden pools, Of Jealousy and hate. Its maddening air of awesome grandeur, Interpreted as grace, Is but a web of latent slander. It is the com onplesee It does not feel the hand of might, Of truth it knows the tread. Its commendetion is the right, On loyalty, 'tis fed. It is not trodden by the host, Of petty pride and greed. And all the braganrds, those who boast, Are banished from its creed. Its hero is the humble man, Forgotten and oppressed, Who bears the caustic critic's ben, With patience is obsessed. I care not for the wealth of kings My weakness is not gold. I want above all earthly things My name emblazoned bold. Upon the road that has no end, Where cohorts are not lauded. My life is destined to attend, To details, filthy, sordid. But when the Judgement is at hand, My life its course has run, I want to be among that band Whose work on earth is done. Charles Whittemore R E G O'M P E N S E I would be roaming all the while, And wou1dn't worry every mile. I think that I shall never say Just what I think about today. At first it was e history test, But now because I em right here, I'm going to write this bit of cheerw- And now I'l1 let you guess the rest. 'Come kids, cheer up, keep on the runl These long school days will mnnbednu n If I were not in school--but home, I would not hear about Wdry' Rome. Myra Palmer