Richmond High School - Garnet Yearbook (Richmond, ME)

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We, the Seniors of '56, Are clean cut and full of wit, We sit and talk and always fool But never, never think of school Then when rank cards come due We fret and groan and always chew But when in June it's time to go We'll all feel sad and very low, And when Mr, Perry's hand we shake Our poor, young hearts will seem to break. The teachers have helped us these twelve years To bring this night of dreaded tears, The Junior Class holds a reception To show the seniors their affections We all say we're glad to go Bur do you think it's really so? We'll miss the students and teachers 'tis true And we know that they will miss us too. Iudy RBYHO-l.dS 156 Naomi Young IT HAPPENS EVERYTIME Have you ever wanted to be a superman? Well, maybe you haven't but I know a boy who wanted to. Would you like to hear the story? It happened during the early years of 1800. A small boy of five decided he wanted to become famous. He knew he had no hidden talent so to be really famous, he thought doing something a bit out of the ordinary would be best, It was a cold, misty morning when Jack woke up, his mind full of ideas of how to fly. He descended into the barn and made a pair of wings he thought to be ideal for this special occasion, He fixed them on his back and disappeared into the houseg but as he approached the kitchen, his Mom noticed the queer-looking outiit Jack had on, When she asked why he had outfitted himself with wings, he confronted her with a lie that went something like this, 1'm an airplane. There was no further need for an- other questiong the one Jack had given his mother was quite satisfactory, He then climbed the stairs to his bedroom, approached the window, lifted it and climbed upon the sill, flapping his wings. He jumped, He didn't fly, as you can well imagine, Why? Well, you figure it out. . Maybe you can come up with a logical answer. Iack has his wish now - he flies: he has wings. But he has wings of an angel in heaven. Phyllis Fickett '57 43 1...-tx , ,-a...............:--,.......w.-fs..f.as1.....'::s:....s

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V Playing Hookey Some mornings it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. One morning I got up with the feeling that it was too good a deer hunting day to go to school. I knew there wasn't much sense in asking my mother and father if l could go hunting, but ldecided to go M just the same. My chance came when we were about half way through breakfast. y father made the remark that he thought it was a good day for deer hunting. Naturally I agreed with him and asked him if I could go. Well, we usually eat a quiet breakfast, but there is an exception to everything. My father's fist came down on the table with such force that my brother dropped his glass of milk in his cereal, my mother almost choked on her coffee, and the cat took off as if Satan was after her. After the excitement died down they both started on their famous lecture The Necessity of Education. After listening to this for awhile and getting bored stiff, I told them l had to get ready for school so I went upstairs and after great difficulty managed to get all my huntingrclothes in my basketball bag, and, sticking my rifle down my pant leg, I hopped downstairs. I made a fast break through the kitchen and out through the door to the car and started for school. There was a certain farmer I knew that liked to go hunting quite a lot, so I went to his place. He said he would go hunting but he had to finish his chores first. So we could get going quicker Istarted to help him out by haying and graining the cows, just before I finished, the power went off and we had to milk the last twenty cows by hand. Just as we finished, a water pipe burst in the milkroom and in order to keep the milk from freezing we had to fix it. By the time we got this fixed it was almost two o'clock, and I began to think it would have been better to go to school and then go hunting but it was too late now. We got in the car and headed for a likely deer spot, but luck was against us. A tire blew, and because I didn't have any spare, Ihad to take the tire all apart to fix it. By the time I got it fixed it was too late to go hunting so I went home discouraged. The only advice Ihave for future school skippers is, Brother, don't get out of bed with the intention of skipping school! John Curtis Class of 1957 Mrs. Pratt: What's a cannibal? G. Schools: ldon't know. Mrs. Pratt: If you ate your father and mother, what would you be? G. Schools: An orphan. ,.u....a.,,,.r.4,m ---f