Richmond High School - Garnet Yearbook (Richmond, ME)

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,ir WHAT I BELIEVE IN All men are created equal, that is what our great document, the Constitution, says, but I feel we are not carrying out this great statement. I am referring to the Ne- grog they were brought here by our ancestors years ago without having the right to say whether they wanted to come or not. When they were brought here, they were auc- tioned off to some large planation owner. Ever since then, they have been more or less brow-beaten by the whites. For an example, having to sit at the back of a bus or not allowed to go to the same movie theatre or eat at the same restaurant, This, of course, is only in the South. But they are still ill-treated in the North as well as the South. I have heard that they are very ignorant and live in filth and dirt. But haven't they a reason to? Haven't we always pushed them back and never actually given them a fair chance? If God were here now and there was a little negro child lying on his back, maybe dying, it wouldn't matter to him if his skin was white or black. He would still heal him, I feel if these poor people had been given a fair chance years ago, they would make better citizens today, Actually, there is still a civil war going on down South between the Whites and the Negros. What if the cards on the table should change? What would we do in their place? We would probably do the same as they are doing - fight for our Independence. I hope that some day a negro may come home from work and sit at the front of the bus or take his wife and family out' to dinner and eat at the same restaurant as we do. Then I believe we can truthfully say, All men are created equal, Marilyn Perry '57 WONDER I often pause and wonder What I've done or what I will do for Him. The one who made this great wide world. The one who died because of Sin. I often pause and wonder About his everlasting love. Lover for you and me Love descending from above. I often pause and wonder If He didn't do more than His share So from Sin, we might be free. And that we might know the Father's loving care. By: Katherine Pratt '57

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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

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I LIKE TO THINK OF LINCOLN When I think of Lincoln A brave boy was he, Who stood before the crowds of people Who, all eyes could see. When I see him there in pictures It makes me want to be, The kind of boy that Lincoln was So kind and true was he. By: Edward Chase '59 HIGH SCHOOL MEMORIES We started out our Freshman year With initiation our one great fear The day September 25 finally came, We sang the school song when called by name. Corny and cute were the combination of stunts We'd do over again with less groans and grunts Our Sophomore year it was our turn To think up the stuntsg and watch Freshmen burn, Then came our fabulous Sophomore Hop, The sock dance with lots of be-bop, Our Junior year I know not too much But I hear it was still the same old bunch, They did away with the Prom but kept Ir. Dec, The speaking contest everyone was scared as heck. Senior Reception they fixed the gym, With the orchestra in the center, a new and different whim. Our Senior year sure is a wow of work and fun, Smile pretty for your picturesg and that's all done. Rehearsals, committees' for our class play, Two performances, one at night, and one in the day, Few go on the Washington trip, But come home with stories that make you flip, All during school we've had our sports, And most of the time we've held the fort. And so we come to the endg tis time to say good-by We are finishing High School but to Life must say Hi, We'll keep these memories always in mind, For friends and memories like these are hard to find. By: Donna Adams H5611 FOOTBALL Football is fun: Football is rough. You have to run and learn to be tough Tackle and kickg Tumble and roll: Pass the ball quick, and run for the goal. By: Richard Withee '59 a-n-ana. z.r..,.aeL4e' e