Richmond High School - Garnet Yearbook (Richmond, ME)

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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

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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

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THE FOUL SHOT The screaming crowd One second, one point to go. The opponents snarl As we get set to throw. All set to toss- A careful aim- With our fingers crossed For a point to gain. It whirls round and round. Swish! Right through the rim! Hurrah! The buzzer sounds! lust think, another wini G. IMIINKLEY AND M. WALTZ '53 CLASSIFICATION You can tell the Freshmen 'Cause they're never on the rage, Like those silly little Sophomores Who never act their age. What you hear about the luniors Is always calm and coolg But don't forget the Seniors, It's the best class in the School. JANET SIDELINGER '51 PROGRESS You can tell a Freshman by the way he keeps the rules- You can tell a Sophomore by the way he laughs and fools - You can tell a Iunior by his jolly ways and such- You can tell a Senior, but you can't tell him much!!! JEAN LEMIEUX '51 SMILE The thing that goes the farthest Toward making life worthwhile, That costs the least, and docs the most, Is just a pleasant smile. The smile that bubbles from the heart, That loves its fellowmen, Will drive away the clouds of gloom, And coax the sun again. It pays the higher interest, For it is merely lent, It's worth a million dollars, And it doesn't cost a cent. Thereis is no room for sadness Where we see a cheery smile, It always has the same good look, It's never out of style. It nerves us on to try again When failure makes us blueg The dimples of encouragement are good For me and you. NORMAN CURTIS '54 Page Nineteen