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

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SCHOOL There are too mcny people who fo to school to have fun Instead of getting what knowledge they can from it. Some people lust go to school for something to do and not to learn anything. They think they know almost everythin there is to know. Many parents have different opinions about their children1s education. Some think if a child does not get good grades and doesn't want to go to school, he should not be made to gOj Others think that a child should not leave school until he has his diploma or until ho is eighteen years of age. If a child leaves school before he is eighteen, he is not old enough to get a job, unless he is at least sixteen years of age. Many times one has to have a dirlomr before ho can get a job, so it is best to go to school until you have a diploma. --Doris Clark f$7 RICH OVER NIGHT Did you ever hoar of n farmer's becoming rich over night? Well, this farmer, Mr. Adams, didj He had a wife and five children. He was always working in his garden, which was his life's work, or for someone else who would pay him a few dollars a day. One day the last of July, when Mr. Adams was working in his garden, he happened to walk over to a small stream of water which flowed down from his other field. He was very much surprised to see something black on top of the water. He stooped down and put some on his fingers.. He jumped up, started shouting, and running toward the house. Hi3 wife, thinking he had been hurt, dropped the churn, 1 ' ir.g all the cream on the floor end started running toward door. Just ns she reached the door, it flew open, throwing her into the clothes basket. In rushed Mr. Adams. He was so excited at what he had found, he never noticed •’he was in the clothes basket. Ho began talking fast. Mrs. dams had to climb out of the basket and tell Mr. Adams to calm wn Afterwards he told her he had found oil on top of the stream that flowed down from his other field. The next day they found out for sure that it was real oil and a lot of it. They are all very happy now. —Joyce Annis 57 THE GRADUATING CLASS Three boys and three girls This coming Juno, With their sad parting Will be leaving us soon. --Jeane Parries 58

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STRANGE ANIMALS PEMBROKE HIGH SCHOOL •Jove you ever seen a platypus? 'es, it's a funny looking creature. It has a bill like a duck, A tail like a beaver. And swims like a fish. Now don’t you wish. You could 3oe something funny like this Or maybe an arraidillo, That looks like it’s dressed in armour. And can curl up in a ball. But you probably won’t believe this at ’ ion I tell you they’re only six inches —Joyce Annis 57 ’LEATHER In Pembroke High School There are teachers, only four Mr. Grund with his trumpet, Mrs. Munson has English . Miss Tripp has a class. Only two times four, ? Mr Blackwood has science, A little biology, too. Take them all in all There is quite a lot to do. all, —Jeane Parries 58 tall. HAPPY STARS It won t be long ’till snow flies. And winter is over all; And the countryside in cold lies. Then, is heard the call; P’rorn farmer in the country. From banker in the town; Well, ’twill soon be summer. When we lay cold weather down. —James Rice 55 WINTER I’d like to p! ay among the-stars. And while the;1 twinkle bright, I d hide behind the yellow moon And keep right out of sight. I d twinkle like the stars And play at hide and seek, And when a dark cloud comes along, Over the top I»d pook. . —Carolyn Cushing 58 THE SNOW Winter is now on its way. The leaves are falling every day, The nice green grass is turning brown; The signs of winter are all around. U1 the farmers have harvested their crops. In hopes thst this year they 11 be tops,-The animals coats ore thick and warm. While everyone sings the winter song —Mary Small 56 The snow flakes are falling down, All around the town. The flakes whirl around like a top. But I am afraid it will never stop. —Harry Mills 58 GULLS ooft and pretty white gulls come here each day. Hoping to find a little crumb someone left ,at play i.-own the;; come so easily scanning the ground all over, I oping to find a little crumb that was a left over. When they have found one, up they go. Cheerfully on their way, skimming the ground for more crumbs day after day. -Helen Cox 57

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THE UNKNOWN CRY WINTER In the stillness of the room Comes a cry from hearts unknown} Tis like the darkness of the tomb When is heard a dead man's groan You listen hard for you must know. The meaning of the unknown cry} maybe you will rise and go. To find out the reason why Lo, a heart in silence noW Resting in eternal peace; And you begin to wonder how. The heart did cry and then did cease, 'bod's will be done, Speak you alone; Ke is the one, Who rules each home. —James Rice '55 THE SENIOR CLASS Winter is upon us, The snow is on the ground; The cold north wind is blowing. And then again it’s snowing. And the children running 'round We stay beside the fire. Where it is good a id warm; We listen to the snowing, And the raining and the blowing !Tis the fury of the storm. We hear the Christmas story, And sing the Christmas songs; We give our gifts to others. To our fathers and our mothers. Then New Year's, we right our wrongs• —James Rice '55 In June the senior class will be leaving. Although we regret to see them go. We wish them all the luck in the future, Because through their striving to success. They were willing to do their best. As we all know. —Carolyn Cushing »58 WINTER It's fun to see the snowflakes. Dancing in the breeze. Making blankets for the earth, And coverlets for trees. —Doris Clark 57 WHAT WE DO WITH WHAT WE HAVE In any small town, people can seem to find something to do all year round. Take for instance, my own home town. There does not seem to be anything to do but everyone keeps busy. In the summer, the sardine factory opens as soon os the fish start running. After the fish stop running, the women do tneir housocleaning and then make wreaths for the Christmas season. While the women are making wreaths, the men are cutting and shipping Christmas trees. After the Christmas season there is a lull in the women's work, but the men continue, cutting pulpwood. Thus towns that appear to be without work are often busy towns. • --Shirley Bulmer 57 very