Richmond High School - Garnet Yearbook (Richmond, ME)

Page 19 text:

EXAMINATIONS The other night I went to bed But not to sleep, for my poor head Was filled up with an awful dread- Examinations!! I thought of this and then of that Of set and sit and then of sat I feared my brain had turned to fat- Examinations!! Next came the base and rate per cent Of money to an agent lent And how the rule with each one went- Examinations!! Then my lessons I tried to spell Which calls for two and how many Oh! my poor brain I cannot tell- Examinations!! sclssv Who was George Washington? What did he do? And all the other fellows, too? You must tell me! I can't tell you!- Examinations!! Oh! welcome sleep! At last it came! But not to rest my poor old brain For in my dreams I played this game - Examinations!! MARILYN SCHOOLS '53 THIS' MUSICAL VVORLD Have you ever thought of songs when you see people or do things? Well, how about doing it now! In the morning when you get on the school bus, you look at the crowd and start to sing 4'Say It Isn't So . After you've finally managed to squeeze into a space, you think of the song, I Don't Want to Meet People Any More. You reach school Again', and start the day wishing you were a A Million Miles Away . You peek into the Senior Room period four and find Mr. Sommerville singing You're Driving Me Crazy to Walter Varney and Ernest Williams. A test is being passed back to you, and you think, I'll Get By, but when you see it you start singing to the teacher, It Isnit Fairn or I Don't see Me in Your Eyes Anymore. ' Typing class is the one known as Not So Quiet, Pleasei' class. Everyone in there has Two Things to Worry Ahoutn: their two hands. You see Georgia Moeller and Ann Hodgkins coming out of Miss Turner's French Class singing You Don't Have to Know the Language for do you?j. Walter Beckwith comes strolling along the corridor singing For Every Man There's a Womanv - or two, or three, or four, or soooooo on. Then you see the Pushard Twins and think of the song, We Two. If youire a freshman you might feel like A Little Fish in a Big Pooln. You stand in the lunch line at recess singing You Were Meant for Me . . As the last bell rings at one o'eloek, everyone is singing either So Tiredn or The Best Time of Day . PAT MCDERMOTT '53 Page Seventeen

Page 18 text:

SLIPPERY ICE Slippery ice, very thin - Page Sixteen Pretty girl tumbles in! Saw a boy on the bank- Gave a shriekg then she sank. Boy on bank heard her shout- lumped right in, helped her out- Now he's hers, very nice- But she had to break the ice! NELSON RAYNES ,51 THE GIRLS' BASKETBALL TEAM As you know, we had quite a season, And I wish to tell you the reason. We were undefeated-that is, without a loss, And a great deal of credit goes to our coach and boss. Our basketball squad consisted of thirteen, The Seniors, Glenna and Roxie always played clean, They are quarrelsome sisters but very good sports, And they played very well on all of the courts. The two jolly Juniors are Louise and I, And as Louise fights hard, many boys sigh, She has many men - both near and far, But in basketball she's still a star. The Sophomores make up a good deal of our team, Three of the six are Anne, Pat, and Maxine, We all feel sure that without these three, Everyone would be lost-don't you agree? Gloria, Marilyn and Eva are the other three, They are all guards- and champs, you see, And them, we could not do Without, They always play well -of that there's no doubt. There are three Freshmen on the team, Charlotte, Donna and Norene, They all do well-with much scrap, And to them I'll tip my hat. Paula Adams was our manager at the start, Now Mertie Vieira is- she has a good heart, Paula is in Hawaii-she had the roving mood, So now Mert keeps the score- and is never rude. Our coach is Russ Perry as you probably know, He is one of the best-as they come and go, We all appreciate his time spent with us, And the team, as a whole, wants to thank you, Russ.', MARY SULLIVAN ,52

Page 20 text:

THE SOLDIERS It is a bloody soldier A-standing by the way, Looking o'er the battle field Where he had fought today. They had started out at sunrise An enemy to find: Now many of them are dying, And must be left behind. Some of them were young, Some of them were old, But now they all are lying dead, Each one, a deathly cold. The sun is slowly setting O'er this field of bloody dead, And turning all the evening sky A dark and bloody red. The few remaining soldiers Are settling for the night, All are sad and weary From a long and deadly Fight . . . The sun is rising slowly, The sky's a crimson gold. All the young men's faces Look worn and much too old. The dead are quickly buried, And they start back to their land: Each boy has learned a lesson, Each boy is more a man. RALPH STEVENS ,54 I . Boo: I'll take two quarts of gas and a pint of o1l Dore: O.K., sir, and would you like me to sneeze ln your tires? Richard: What was the explosion on Brown's farm? Curt: He fed his chickens some lay-or-bust feed and one of them was a rooster Mr. Sullivan: Young man, it's time for you to go home. Phil: Gosh, but your father's a crankf' Father Coverhearingj: Well, when you don't have a self-starter you need a crank Mertie: This dance Floor is slippery? Marty: It isn't the Hoorg I just had my shoes shined Mr. Pillsbury: What steps would you take if you saw a dangerous hon? Robert Moore: Long ones, brother, long ones. Page Eighteen