Ricker Classical Institute - Aquilo Yearbook (Houlton, ME)

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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.

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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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