Pembroke Academy - Academian Yearbook (Pembroke, NH)

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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

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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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L I Al E R 1'4!1K S . Once a man got black-market gas, In order to save a little cash. One day on a trip, His tongue did slip, And now he's a had-been flash. - ' Bernice Higgins There was an old preacher named Ware, Who said, UI declare, where's ny hair?' It was here before, But it now is no more- No wonder the people all stare! Dorothy Adams There was a young lady of Pembroke, Who smiled and sang as she wrote, She said to her son, It cannot be done, No gentleman will take off his coat. Dorothy Adams There was an old thief named Ladope, Who always was sipping a coke, He said to himself, nNow where is that elf?n I only hope that he didn't choke! Dorothy Adams There was a young man from Clime, Who lived to take girls out to dine. He ate to his fill, The girls remained still, Now, how can I make this thing rhyme? Barbara Saturley To the man who is having a bath, And the soap seems to get in his path. True he may be polite, But am I not right, It provokes his full passionate wrath. Charles Whittemore