Ricker Classical Institute - Aquilo Yearbook (Houlton, ME)

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THE AMERICAN DREAM You live where your mind puts you. I live in my own land of glory- Touchdowns, last minute goals That go with a school boy's story. Now my mind travels far away Across the Pacific waves, To the shores of embattled Luzon And MacArthur's stalwart braves, On to the island of Singapore And Great Brltain's fighting Toms, The whines of shells and ack-acks, The crash of falling bombs, Where the air is grey with gunsmoke, The cry of Phllipino guerillas, The roar of bomber squadrons, The formidable Jap glotillas. I take the place of an Aussie Or a warlng Chinese lad Or at a bomb vlctlm's funeral The place of a mourning Dad. I sit behind the White House desk And feel the burdens of our Boss Or of a worried soldier's Mom Knitting for the great Red Cross. I find myself reloading, firing In the arti1lery's raging swell. Firing, reloading, sweating Roaring defiantly, Give 'em Hell! I race the world around. Now I'm a pursuing Red. I started and suddenly blink. I find myself home in bed. As I feel sleep creeping close, I kneel and humbly pray, Oh dear God our Father, Preserve our U. S. A. James Hayes, T0 ARMS Forward, youth, to arms! Can't you hear the country's call? What will you do With this challenge before you? Our country needs you all. Airplanes, bombs and guns! Adventure lies before you. It's a struggle, it's a game With victory, death, and fame: It's a call for strength anew. Fill your places! do your duty! You have democracy to preserve! You cannot shlrk From this great work. Be strong and brave! The chance to serve. Onward, youth, to the foe! Liberty, justice, freedom for all. There's a great inspiration: The life of a nation. To arms, it's your country's call. Glenna Newman '42 A STUDENTS VE-R-SIIION OF THE 23rd PSALM Miss Watson is my teacher, I shall not pass. She maketh me do hard problems in algebra class. She leadeth me t.o the board where I have not studied. She restoreth my quizzes with bad marks: Yea, tho I walk thru the hall and corridor, I shall do no evil, for Mr. Hayes stands there with his deficiency list and paddle- they comfort me. l?J She prepareth a quiz for me in the pres- ence of my classmates. She anointeth my head with knowledge. My brain runneth over. Surely to goodness and mercy I shall not graduate, And I shall dwell in the house of Hayes forever. Joan Green '45 THE FIVE Hall, in his childhood days, Used to think of various plays, Now his eyes are for the basket, He shoots with marksmanship fantastic. Pearce with his light and curly hair, Down the floorboards he does tear, He thinks of Joy ln her seat, and Smitty says, With Joy we can't be beat. Titcomb, lEd, with his serious face, After the ball he sure does chase. Into the basket he does shoot: A girl in the bleachers yells, He's cute. Next comes Kenny, slumped but tall He too is after the ball. In his corner pale he stands Waiting to lend a helping hand. Luther Smart, he isn't tall, and he can't reach half up the wall, But he gets the rebound which is best, and passes to Moe to do the rest. Joan Green '45

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Dates When you hear the word date, what comes into your mind? For the average group of people, especially students in high school, I could guess. Nevertheless, there is always a possibility of getting the wrong idea. Are you against dates? It's a free count- ry and you can say yes, if you wsh, but I would11't believe yon. If it weren't for cer- tain dates, you and I would have missed barrels of fun. Just in case you might be interested in what Pm talking about, listen! Doesn't the twenty fifth of Decem- ber and the fourth of July always bring enjoyment and excitement for almost everyone? As far as remembering dates of outstanding events and birthdays of impor- tant people. I'd rather not try. Have you ever eaten date squares? Per- sonally, I like time some one date square? I mind, I think versa! This brings my thoughts down to what I imagine your first ideas were. Every time I hear somebody say, I've got a date, I begin to wonder: where, what, and when? There are millions of answers to this question. You might have an appoint- ment with a doctor, dentist, or one of your friends. I don't think it is necessary to say what kind I enjoy most along with the rest of the world. Since I have a date at ten thirty tonight, I'm going to stop writing, leaving you to figure out what kind of a date I have! Louise Lowry them very much. Every asks, Would you like a always say, Yes. In my most people prefer vice- Fifty Year Mystery Solved Perhaps some of our oldest citizens of today will recall the mysterious disappear- ance of Mrs. Velma Cook, wife of Mr. Alan Cook. Mrs. 'Cook was very young and very good looking. At the time of the disappearance, Mr. Cook was helping his wife paper the din- ing room. He kept telling her that she was just in the way and before the papering was finished, she disappeared. Mr. Cook kept on papering until he had finished the room: then he notified the police. The police searched everywhere for her: de- tectives were all over the country, but Velma 'Cook remained hidden. Alan Cook became so tired of being questioned that he had a nervous breakdown. During Mr. Cook's life his wife had not been found. He lived to be seventy years old. After his death people would neither buy or rent the house because they believ- ed it to be haunted. -Some people even went as far as to say that many times a week they could hear Velma singing as they passed by the house. Ten years after Alan Cook died and fifty years after his wife's disappearance some- body bought the house. Of course the peo- ple that bought the house cleaned it before moving. One day while tearing the paper off the dining room, a secret door was found. When the door was opened, a terr- ible vision struck their eyes. There on the floor lay a skeleton. Beside the bones was a letter which went this way, Nov. 2, 1891 Whoever shall paper this room next will find my wife, Velma. You can tell the po- lice or anybody that I killed her. My reason is this, I read The Tragedy of Macbeth. Macbeth got away with his mur- ders for a long time. I hope to be dead by the time my murder is found out. Alan Cook Mary Dwyer '42

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Jokes Confucious says 'tis better to have hal- ltosis than no breath at all. -R- Cutbush: Bob, don't you like corn on the cob? lBob Clark: No, that's why I always bite it off. -R- Miss Ross: Marilyn, give me the definition of a skeleton. Marilyn: It's a stack of bones with all the people scraped oft. -R- Joe Putnam: Say, whatever became of those old fashioned girls who tainted when a boy kissed them? Janice: Whatever became of those old fashioned boys who made them faint? . -R- Mr. Dyer: Yes, wise guy, my head is bald because grass doesn't grow on a busy street. 'Wise guy: You mean it can't come up through the concrete. -R- Jim Hayes, stopping his car on a desert- ed crossroad, I think I have a. flat tire. She: I think that makes us even. ...R.. Sophomore: Did you ever take chloro- form? Frosh: No, who teaches it? -R- Dot: Better close your window and draw your shades. Phil: Why? Dot: 2 below outside. We're broommates We sweep together Dust we two. -R- Clerk: What sort of toothbrush do you want? Pudge: Let me have a big one. There are 23 girls in the dorm. -R... Mary swallowed her little watch Now the watch is gone. Mary walks down the street Time marches on. -R- Laurel: Since I met you I can't eat, I can't sleep, or I can't drink. Dot B.: Why not? Laurel: Pm broke. -R- Pat Swett: Ah, but love is grand. My feet are on the ground and my head is ln the clouds. Gloria: Oh, pull yourself together! -R- Phyllis Adams: What do those x's mean on the letters you write to Philip? Joyce Eaton: Kisses, you dumb-bell. Phyllis: And what do those circles stand for? Joyce fdisgustedlyj: Breathing space. -R- Mr. Martin: What is the plural of phy- sique? L. Watson: Physics! -R- Bud Russell: I call my girl friend 'Brookf' Gootch: Why is that? Bud Russell: She is always babbling.