Rangeley High School - Tattler Yearbook (Rangeley, ME)

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THE TATT If you ever reach the summit of the upper table- land, You'll tind you'll liare to do it with a liberal use of sand. If you strike some frigid weather and discover to your cost That you 're slipping, slipping, on a heavy coat of frost, Then some prompt, decided action will be called into demand, And you 'Il slip 'way to the bottom if you haven't any sand. You can get to any station that is on life's schedule seen, If there 's tire beneath the boiler of Ambition's strong machine, And you 'll reach ll place that 's called Success, at speed that 's simply grand, If for all the slippery places you 've a good supply of sand. Grind Grabber. In the classroom I am sitting, And my thoughts are Hitting, Hitting, We were asked to write, today, A verse of wit-not too gay, I am sitting here, you see, My thoughts are not what they should be, I look at my lines in dismay,- l will do more some other day. E. B., '2 3. LER' 27 An awful battle we were to tight In English classroom lVednesday night, Ere lazy positions all had found, A sheet of paper was passed around And then we were told a verse to write, But, oh me, my wits ,had left me quite. C. A., 'z3. The teacher asked me a verse to make, But that I could not do, And I just sit and look at the lake,- Oh! Where have my wits gone to? A. E., '24. just because we are Freshmen The Seniors make a fuss, But when it comes to working, They just leave that to us. at sf at ar fi- But greatly unlike the Seniors, When we are put to the test lVe don't get help from the teachers, But just try to do our best. R. G., '24, I am trying awful hard To write a rhyme. I will surely do it, too,- Just give me time. G. Q., '24. xml f Q OH!! Fam 3 hx N I

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26 THE TATTLER much speed as he could, and caught up with them at the spring, where they had all stopped to get a drink of water. It was late in the afternoon when they started home, and they were all very tired from the day's hike around the pond. They had not gone very far before, bang , and ,Toe's tire was flat. 4' Well, I 'tn glad I went back after that tape, joe said, as he dis- mounted and began to bandage the tire. Within Eve minutes he was back on his bicycle and riding as fast as he could to catch up with the rest of the fellows. As he turned around a large bend in the road, he saw Bill sitting on a rock, with his head between his hands and his elbows resting on his knees. A' What 's the matter, Bill? asked joe as he stopped in front of him. Oh, she 's blown up, said Bill. Well. never mind. I've got a half spool of it left, joe told him as he jumped off his wheel and began applying it. It was quite dark when they came within sight of the village lights. joe was a little ahead of the others, and was riding along when he heard a voice calling A'-loc. What's the matter? he answered as he turned around and saw Bill approaching him. Say, joe. it pays to be safety first, whispered Bill, and I'm going to play the game, hereafter. C. A., '23. MY MAINE MY Maine, with its dear old hi1ls,. My Maine, with its rocks and rills, My Maine,-Oh, how my heart thrills, To you, my dear old Maine. My Maine holds heart so free and true, Beneath its skies so fair and blue, ' My Maine has sons who dare and do, For you, my grand old Maine. My Maine, with its lakes and streams, On which the sun plays and beams, Even now I see in dreams, See you, my well-loved Maine. - My Maine, that has stood the test,- A firm guide to all the rest Of the States who sought the quest. All hail! to Maine, my Maine. R. E. P., 'e1. SNOWF LAKES THE little snowflakes drop so fast From out the dim grey sky, Come llittering down so merrily Till on the ground they lie. They 're little ghosts of buttercups, Daisies, grass and clover, Coming down to visit us Until cold winter 's over. They make themselves contented To lie there on the ground ln all their pretty little shapes, Star-like, square and round. Scatter, scatter, little snowliakes, For the sun is peeping out: If you don't hide beneath the grass I-Ie'll see what you're about. L. M. S. THE SPRING BREEZE COME from afar, thou soothing breeze That whispers thro' the tops of trees And stirs the bright, green, shining leaves And makes the-white caps on the seas. Come from afar and let us breathe The wholesome freshness of thy breath. Around our locks of gold do wreathc, Thy wave of coolness, lo 'til death. Come to the gardens, fresh with flowers That blossom out in golden bowers And send a sleet of May-time showers With thine everlasting powers. Come to us thro' warmth and summer, Come to us thro' cold and storm, Thou art e'er a welcome comer, Matters not what is thy form. L. M. S. H SAND I OBSERVED a locomotive in the railroad yards one day, It was standing near the roundhouse where the locomotives stayg It was panting for the journey, it was coaled and fully manned, And it .liad a box the lireman was filling full of san . It appears that locomotives cannot always get a grip On their slender iron pavement, 'cause the wheels are apt to slip, So when they reach a slippery spot their tactics they command, And to get a grip upon the rail they sprinkle it with sand. lt's about this way with travel along life's slip- pery track, If your load is rather heavy and you 're always sliding backg lf common locomotion you completely understand You 'll provide yourself in starting with a good supply of sand. If your track is steep and hilly and you have a heavy grade, lf those who've gone before you have the rails quite slippery made,

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LOCALS f , ,X :sr-1 - sq-,ek 1, F' . ' Y -1 as , rg L I - 1116534 vvlfru-:Q A fE1'I: ,J fe 1,l -' ,jf tgelf- Lg, - I FRENCH II If you want a little fun. And will not use a gun, just visit our French class, Do not stop by the glass, The class begins at two o'clock, You'll be all right if you don't talkg Please come some day,- Xl-'elll not ask you to pay. When you visit French two just bring some one with yon, Go in the door at the top of the stairs,- You may sit in any of the chairs. Now listen with your best ear, And in a short time you 'll hear, Some one recite on what they don't know, This is why to French two they go. You must also keep open your eye Or something across tl1e room will Hy. Then some one will reach and pick it up And smile as bright as a buttercup. Such are the doings of Class '23 But we would like it if we were free From every old examination, To roam 'round Rangeley plantation. K. H., '23, B FLAT To the English room one day, There came a little gray mouse, I guess he did plan to stay,- In the desk he made his house. First he lived in the second flat. Among the papers so white, But he soon deserted that, For he found no supper at night. Now whatever do you think? The teacher drew his house right out, To get a' bottle of ink, This gave little mousie the gout. So he moved down on the next floor. Here he thought l1e 'd have some fung I-Ie couldn't see a single door, And. thought his moving was done. This house had never been used, Except to store away papers, So mousie does get so confused, As through the sheets he capers. Poor mousie after a little while, Got out of everything he'd needy So, said mousie with a smile, l. 'll go shopping, then I'll feed. So he beat it round the flat, To Find his basket, coat and hat. And soon this eager little mouse, Had left behind his new-found house. E. fl., 2.1. , 1 SENIOR ALPH AB ET A stands for Attendance, regardless of weather, There are but few days we are not all together. B is for the Boys, we only have two, It 's hard for them to hnd the right thing to do. C is for ours, the best of all Classes, A In all we have only eight lasses. D is for Dan, who has dark hair, As for his rank and conduct, both are fair. E is for Everdeene, the school's greatest speaker, In winning cups, no one can beat her. F is for the Fault they find with the Class of '21, We don't care if they do it only for fun. G is for good times when our studies are done, But we don't always wait until then, for fun. H is for Hazel, humor she does possess, W'ho's always laughing, even when acting her best. I is for Ideas, we have very few, If you were writing this, maybe you would too. I is for Jokes, our class isn't one, But we all believe in a great deal of fun. K is for Kathleen who wears a small shoe, But they would wear longer, if less Qboarcll walking she 'd do. I, is for Lucille, who is sometimes quite CI-Iardyj, She tries very hard Iwt to be tardy. M is for Miriam, a Bible name, In making French rolls she has won fame. N is for Nile, another girl of ours, If what they say is true, she never keeps late hours.