Phillips High School - Phillipian Yearbook (Phillips, ME)

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28 i THE PHILLIPIAN if News Sheet for the Boys in the Service ik I 15th ISSUE Hello Boys: I count it one of the greatest hours in my life to write my bit to you boys in the school PHu.1.rPIAN. It is now the last of April. The grass is green, the trees are leaving out and the two grand old mountains-Blue and Saddleback -are responding to the kiss of springtime. A few of the boys have been up to the Lake fishing. Dr. Worcester and his new wife fl know you boys will like her, and son, Russell, got a fine catch up there the other night, but I found out that Rus and the Mrs. caught them. But the Doctor had a nice tall story of how he caught them. Don't you believe him. Rus and the Mrs. caught those fish. It is quite laughable to see Bill Kelley, Hartley Kenniston and Elwyn Webber limp around all winter, but, Boy, as soon as the ice goes out they get kippy right away. They are always telling what wonderful fish- ing it is on Sandy River Pond. Yes, but last summer after one of their trips I took a look. VVhat did I find? A fourteen-inch sucker! Phillips is like an old garment that is threadbareg like a tree that has lost its foli- age. For when you boys left, the heart and soul of the old town went with you. And to one who has been in a position to watch the transition it makes one heartsick to re- alize to what extent an outlaw Nation--I did not say Hitler -I said Nation, can make the entire world threadbare. I sure reioice with Europe and I know you boys ioin in with me as we see the last struggle of the dying beasts. My only hope is that they will have to suffer as their slaves suf- fered. I hope you boys who are lucky enough to be living will help to fill that cup of suffering to overflowing. Yes, boys, Phillips is threadbare because the boys we love are not here. God speed the day when through your presence the old town will ring again with shouts and laugh- ter. Yes, boys, the old town is threadbare because we, the people, were too busy and too dumb to heed the alarm while there was yet time. But I am certainly glad that Ger- many and lapan are getting just what they asked for. The only thing that makes our hearts threadbare is the price you boys must pay. V However, some day in the near future our hearts will rejoice when Smut Hoyt or Ray Kinney, or someone else, flashes the glad news, They are coming home. Heads up, boys, and may the blessings of God tarry with you. THE House OF SERVICE AND Iuvr, THE BARBER. Greetings, Boys and Girls: Believe me it's a great joy to make contact with you once again, especially through the pages of your School Year Book, THE PHIL- r.rP1AN. That word Phillipian has a familiar sound to me because, for many years I've been reading, and turning over in my mind a letter that was written by a fellow named Paul, and since that time it has been known as, Paul's Letter to the Phillipiansf' You can find it in your New Testament, and like this word of mine to you, it made possible a nearness of personality - a recrea- tion ol' fellowship that prompted those to whom it was written to accept his gratitude, to go on and see the job through they had set their hand to. It seems to me that is what your School Year Book will do for you. The living personalities, and your association with them, will be revived in your minds. It will catch up with you, and in its silent way re-echo its message of good will and grateful remembrance for what you are doing to keep alive the sacred principles of Truth and our democratic way of living. These things are not so easy to see and weigh in the bal- ance. They lie under the skin, deeper down, as it were. It makes me think of a fellow who said, Brunettes have sweeter dispositions than blonds. Well, said his chum, my wife has been both and I can't see any difference. The fact is, boys and

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THE PHILLIPIAN Ruth Mills -- at home in Phillips. Dorothy Gardiner, nee Torsey - at home in Portland. Robert Parker - U. S. Army, Courtland Field, Ala. Burchard Plog - U. S. Army, clo Post- master, New York, N. Y. 1941 Newell Toothaker -- teaching in Phillips High School. Marion Beal - U. S. Army Nurse. Kenneth Smith -- at home in Phillips. Alice Kenniston, nee Torsey - Harling- ton, Texas. Arthur Blanchard - U. S. Army, Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Blyn Ross - U. S. Army, Army Air Field, Santa Rosa, California. ' lean Mitchell, nee Edwards - Richmond, Virginia. Lilla McLaughlin - U. S. Waves, Corpus Christi, Texas. Pauline Steward - employed in Gardiner. Helen Meserve, nee Mitchell - at home in Portland. 1940 Robert Badger - U. S. Navy, clo Fleet Post Ufiice, N. Y. Frederick Burnham - U. S. Army, clo Postmaster, N. Y. Kenneth Cushman - U. S. Army, clo Postmaster, N. Y. Nedra Iames, nee Cushman - Ozark, Arizona. Virginia Wing - employed in Augusta. Stanton Davenport- - employed in Port- land. Lillian Meisner, nee Hinkley - employed in Auburn. Eleanor Kempton - at home in Phillips. Waman Mills - U. S. Army, clo Postmas- ter, N. Y. Milton Stinchfield - U. S. Army, clo Post- master, N. Y. Lawrence Voter - at home in Phillips. Everett Russell - U. S. Coast Guard co Fleet Post Ofiice, N. Y. lean Holt, nee Saunders - Golden Shop Portland, Maine. Lawrence Shultz - U. S. Navy, San D1 ego, California. Doris Tyler, nee Walsh - at home in Phillips. Iesse XVhite - U. S. Army, clo Postmas ter, N. Y. ' There are many lands across the sea That we hold as very dear. We think and dream about these lands Because our boys are here. Our precious boy that once we held So gently on our knee, We little thought. that some day he Would sail the deep blue sea. We had not thought of losing him, New hope came with the dawn, VVhen all at once he got his Call And our only son was gone. I remember well those tears that fell As I kissed my boy good-byg But he was brave all through' it all And never heaved a sigh. He said he would come back again And for him I should never yearn, But a voice inside was saying Your'son will never return. Then they sent him on ll mission, I had feared this from the start, Then from Uncle Sam I got a letter, It was this that broke my heart. My precious son had done his part And now his time had come: He had tried to save our country Hut the laps must have their fun. But I will keep my courage up And my heart will Fill with ioy, When I Find that I have done some deed For some other mothers boy. M. Dunham

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THE PHILLIPIAN 29 girls, we've got to get below the color line. VV e make a lie and a jeer for our Democracy when we discriminate. The Spirit of our Christian religion is like the song you fel- lows sing, .Don't Fence Me In. In other words, it means let me be big enough to see there is something of worth in every soul. Now I hope there is nothing about this per- sonal word that will irritate you. It is sent with the gratitude of a spirit no word can convey. Speaking of irritation, I saw a word recently with a lot of human experience in it. as also a smile. Here's to a chigger, A bug that's no bigger Than the point of a wee, wee pin. But the bump that he raises It itchcs like blazes And that's where the rub comes in. Yours in the fellowship of that all-embrac- ing Spirit, WM. H. H. TAYLOR, Pastor, Phillips Methodist Church. Dear Boys and Girls: Last night the seniors asked me to write to you again through the Service Sheet. They said they had asked lim Ross, too. I canyt hope to compete with him, but I'll just scribble a little sense and nonsense. As I owe many of you a letter, this will be a good way to answer you all at once. Believe it or not! Our snow is all gone in the village and the grass is getting green. However, the radio says freezing for to- night. VVe have just had a cold rain but the top of Old Mt. Blue is all white. The boys have brought me several bunches of Mayflowers. Neal and Ronald are looking forward to the close of school which is only about six weeks away. Neal expects to work on a farm again this summer. The Legion Alumni Hall has been Fixed and we have had several dances there. It is hard to get an orchestra but we get along all right, and the young folks all have fun. The Legion is now planning for Memo- rial Day and are getting a small local band into shape for the parade. Norman Butler has kindly offered to help them and.he'll do it well, too. Wish every one of you could be here to march .but that time will come. Not a great while ago I read a notice in the Farmington news about an Odd Fellows' meeting. It said, The second degree will be sujered on a class of candidates next Monday nightf' Since Prince has joined I am wondering just what they suffered or if it should have been some other word. A short time ago we all got quite a scare when we looked out of our windows and saw the flames shooting out of Fred Beal's house. It was a bad fire and spoiled the upper half of the house. Everyone felt sorry for them. There have been a few of the boys and Brick Whorf? fof coursej fishing here by the bridge, but no whoppers have been pulled out yet. The falls are very high and it's,still quite cold. Here's hoping, meat is awful scurcefi VVe are still collecting waste paper and magazines and storing it in the late Bill Lovejoyls blacksmith shop. We hope to get tons and tons more to help out. We have received word that Dana, David and Everett have been released from German Prison Camps and will soon be home. Good luck and here's hoping we'll be see- ing you all soon. HELEN EDWARDS. To our Boys and Girls in the Service: Marilyn wants to know if I'll write a line or two for the sheet -so here goes. - Recently I wanted to go into Pillsbury's and Iim Ross was ahead of me and very gallantly opened the door with a flourish, followed me in and a small white dog evidently thought he would slip in too. Now the 'K Store owns a 'K watch cat who does not allow dogs inside. At once there was a cat and dog light, but above all this the screams rose high-Iim's screams. He put for the door closing it behind him. Dog, cat, and us inside. Finally the dog was coaxed outside, and soon Iim was again inside and out of breath, saying. I never was so scared in my life!!! And we had to believe him. There is little in the way of news to write. Once in a while we see a 'fellow in uniform, home on leave. VVe were glad to see Don Dennison