Pembroke High School - Pennamaquan Guide Yearbook (Pembroke, ME)

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LIFE AUTUMN WOODS I rr.i the captain of my ship, r,m always at the wheel; I try to land in safety, And keep rn even keel, I am the master of my fate My path is guided now; E everything I've ever done, • hy it was done, and how. If I'm the captain of my ship, And master of my fate, Then will the good lord up above. Let me in the gate2 —James Rice '55 OUR FRVSHM N YEAR OF SCHOOL Through the woods in autumn, Listening to the breeze, Hoping for the . ight, Between the colored trees, Of a buck or doe, or even A partridge or a pheasant. Sometimes we are not lucky. But even than twas pleasant. Think of that tuck or doe. That partridge or pheasant, Remember thst they're still there. Living happily at present, Eut maybe the next time. Some sort of game. Will cross your line, —Charles Clarke 58 During this year of school. We have got a lot of work done. But also had some fun. We have passed our tests (We failed in a few' We will try to do Better our next year of school, --Norma Lund '58 PEMBROKE HIGH SCHOOL The The sun comes up in the morning, town is solemn and still; The pupils go up to the high school. Which stands upon the hill,. TO THE SENIORS Here's to the seniors of P,H,S. We all think you are lucky. And that you have done your best. When September 55 comes. The school won't seem the same, I©cause when the teacher calls, She won't be calling your name, For you will be at college Or perhaps at Notre Dame, —Barbara Putney 57 A WINTER NIGHT They greet their friends and teachers. They get their lessons done; Then comes time when school is out. And the long, long day is done. They have, of each day, many mem'ries. Some pleasant, some happy, some sad; Some dream of the new day tomorrow. Some dream of the old day they've had. This story should have a moral. So, perhaps, this one will do; No matter how much you hate learning, It isn’t the school, it's YOU. --James Rice 55 The winter night was cold; The moon on the show looked like pale gold. The boys with their sleds on the frozen ground. Sang songs of merriment as on their sleds abound. The moon and stars from their lofty height. Looked down on t he earth with great delight, God in heaven, as everyone knows. Loves to see children play in the snow. —Norma Lund 58

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THE VALUE OP NEWSPAPER HABITS Many younger people today do not take time to read the newspaper.- They should because they are future citizens of tomorrow. rTie world needs them and their knowledge. They should know what is going on in the world and where they live. In school they can take part in the conversations in their classes. ■ When they are out for social events, they can talk with anyone if they know about the subject. There aren’t many other dependable ways to learn about the world except by newspapers. These are usually found in every home. Why not make use of them? —Mary Small 56 THE NEED FOR PRESERVING THE WILDLIFE OF MAINE Some forms of wildlife in Maine are almost extinct and other forms are steadily decreasing. The carelessness and cruelty of the people are bringing about this problem. By carelessness, I mean the needless forest fires and setting traps when there isn't any need of it. By cruelty, I mean the men (and sometimes it’s the women, too) who go out anytime of the year an any place to hunt and kill these animals and leave them in the fields or wherever they’re killed. Some poor people somewhero in the world are starving to death for want of food. They could use this food. Some of these birds and animals help decrease the hazards of insects and harmful rodents. Don’t you want to helD Maine and its parks to have more and better wildlife! —Jane Flower 56 PREJUDICES The world is made up of many religions, nationalities, and races. Many people think that theirs is the only perfect one in the world. All of them have contributed something important to the world at one time or another' Maybe their skin is a different color and their features are different, but this does not mean they aren’t important. A person who insults another one’s religion or race is not being faithful or living by his own. One should mske friends with people in all groups; he may have some very interesting friendships. —Mary Small ’56

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A MAN FOR THE AGES SQUEAKY Life has gone on, Through ell of its stages; Now Lincoln is A man for the ages. A symbol of courage, He lies in his grave; One could not discourage, The love that he gave. Born in Kentucky, In eighteen-o-nine; He; os a speaker, Became very fine, lie ran for the senate, To Douglas he lost; Said Abe to himself I will not be bossed. He became our leader, Number sixteen; With men of all kinds, Our hero was seen. With Douglas and Johnson, With Sherman and Grant; His motto, I can , And never, I can’t . His address was immortal. His leadership, great; His truth, always shining; His form, tall and straight. His sympathy, tender; His courage, still strong; So I am writing. To praise him in song. He was shot on Good Friday, Frou this might we learn; That he like the ITaster, Will some day return? Now open your textbook. And thumb through the pages; There you’ll road about, A man for the ages. —James Rice ’55 There was a mouse named Squeaky She said the roof was leaky. She ran up the ladder; The cat made it sadder. That was the end of peer Squeaky . --Barbera Putney ’57 ONCE TO EVERY NATION A man, his name was Lincoln, A great leader, good and true; Now drink a toast to Honest Abe , Abe Lincoln, here’s to you. —James Rice ’55 WINTER WONDERLAND The sleigh is pulled Along the snowy white road, By the poor horses On this day so cold. Women wearing fur coats. Men wearing their long-Johns Children in new ski-suits And choirs singing their song. Winter does not last long. But OH I What fun it is though} How we like the silvery moon And others do we know. —Jane Flower 56 THE MOON At night when you ore walking Down a dark and lonely road. It seems so good to be able to look up And see the shining moon. At times you think it will explode. --Jeane Farries 5$ Once to every nation, Comes a man so brave; A man who’s open-minded. Who hides not in a cave. :