Rockport High School - Tatler Yearbook (Rockport, ME)

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lo 'I'l'l li T portunity of learning. I am sure that each and every one of us should th-ank our parents, the citizens ot' Prockport, for building this splendid institution of knowl- edge for us that we may hecomc het- ter citizens, Norma Hoyle, 42. IN AN OLD GRAVEYARD At the close of a weary day, I longed to he out in the splendor of tiod's world to refresh my mind. As I Walked along at ai leisurely gait, my thoughts occupied with the wonders of nature, I turned in at the old graveyard gate. I strolled up and down the lanes pausing at intervals at the old grayed grave stones which had weathered the storms during centuries, and now and then at the newly made mounds of later years. Becoming weary, I sat down on the soft green grass. A peculiar sort of peace stole over me and in utter silence a figure was approaching me in white raiment and a long white beard. l-le hegan to speak with a yoiee full of wisdom and tenderness, 'tSuffer me a little, and I will show thee that I have yet to speak in Gods behalf. If ye ohey and serve llim thou shalt spend thy days in prosperity . Having thus informed me, he faded in the distance. Following him came a fair young child with an air ot' purity and radiance. She spoke softly. God's people shall dwell in quiet resting places , .X'l'l.l'Ilt Soon the chi-ld was surrounded with all the saints of the ages. It was a vision glorious to hehold. The heavenly hosts with their long flow- ing garments of white and with up- lifted faces chanted softly. 'i'l'he saints are joyful in glory: they sing aloud high praises in God The vision vanished and I found myself lying on the soft green grass gazing into the star spangled sky. It was only a dream hilt it re- mained with me eomfonting me after a toilsome day. I turned my face honieward and hack to a world of sorrow, struggle, laughter, and tears, repeating, tl will walk hefore the Lord in the land of the living,' that I may some day join that heavenly host . Blanche Collins, Tilt. THE FIRST RAINBOW Once upon a time, when the world was still young, there lived in that far-away land in the clouds a heauti- ful young princess names Amaryl- lis. Her hair was like a hit of night caught and hound: her eyes were dark as the mid-night. sky and as sparkling as the stars that stud it: her skin was as velvety as the flower for which she was named: her movements as graceful as the white swans that swam in the palace gar- dens, Now she loved heautiful colors: the bright flowers that nodded gent- ly in the palace gardens: the pastel tints of the morning sky: the gor- geous rich colors of the sunset. llut most of all she loved heautiful

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THE TATLICR I 9 wiere graduating today. liver sinee Marie was a little girl she had wanted to go away to school and study literary work. XYith a lot ot' studying she would create something great--maybe win the Nohel Prize. Not that Marie eraved for publicity and fame, she only wanted to hring pleasure to others through her writing. She believed in herselt' and that was half the battle. Just then a door opened. that tumbled a boy of twelve with red hair and freckles. Ile had des- pair in his young fare. -X gloomy look that should never he there. Sis! Sis! where are you? Mother is worse. She has tainted again. XVith sickened t'ear Marie hurried into the shabby little house. There hall' on and halt' oft' the eonrh lay a sweet pale fared woman with faded blue eyes. I'll go eall Dr, Parkeru, said a bewildered boy with tears in his eyes. Ile wasnt going to lose good old Mum was he? Not when he had lost llad. Of course he was man ot' the house now. VVhat would Sis and he do without her? - .lust then a weak voice came from lh-e couch and interrupted his thoughts here children, I want to Come talk and there isn't much time. afraid, it's all right. I'll your Father, and I have l'lon t. be he with missed him so much. - Two children came with tear filled eyes and knelt. beside their mother. U There is a letter in my top draw- er, and as soon as I am gone, mail it, because the papers belong to my tiather. Marie, you take care of yourself and little Patrick for a little while wont you? Children, always remember what - I - have taught you - She closed her 'eyes and they thought she was asleep. Then she opened her eyes and managed to say: Always believe in God no matter how hard the road, my dear child- renf, With those departing words and a heavenly smile she left her two young children, That had been three months ago. Now they were with a grandfather. They never knew they had one. They lived in a palace it seemed to them. Most of all Marie was hap- pier than she had been since her father died. She was being reward- ed for giving up all for her' mother and brother. Her dear new grand- father was letting her go to college. Edith Cavanaugh, '41 HIGH SCHOOL AN OPPORTUNITY Some boys and girls seem to think that High School is a duty instead ot' an opportunity, One should go to high school to learn, not to annoy others. Some pupils think it hurts the teachers when they have unprepared lessons, but that is un-true, the teachers al- ready know the material, and are trying to broaden our knowledge of it. Pupils should cooperate with their teachers if they are going to make the best of this excellent op-

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'l'll IC 'I'.Vl'Llillt 11 elothes. 'I'he hrightest and richest and finest garments in the land he- longed to her. Un her head was a Iaey golden rap, and her tiny feet were encased in equally tiny green slippers, She wore a soft hlue gown and a dark yellow sash. Around her shoulders she fastened a flowing 1-ape ol' hrilliant red lined with vel- vety purple. Une day as she was walking a- mong her flowers in the farthest eorner ot' the palaee gardens, there name a great thunderstorm, She was tll'lfJ,'lltt'll4Pd heeause she didn't want her heautiful clothes ruined. She began to run. But she was too far away from the palaee to reach it before it rained. The rain eame flown i11 torrents drenlehing her as she raeed aeross the grass to the wide palaee doors. As suddenly as the storm eanie, it went away. The sun peeped through the hlaek elouds ulliieh rolled hack like eurtains. On a golden eord supported hy rods thrust in pots ot' gold, Amaryllis hung her wet elothes that the sun might dry the-ni. But alas! All the lovely eolors had run. Her elothes were ruined! VVhen .Xmaryllis saw this she began to weep. Finally she looked un, There she beheld the most. beautiful sight in the world. 'llhe colors had all run and hlended into eaeh other. First eame the red ol' her rape, then the yellow ot' her tiny 1-ap. Vlihere the eolors met and mixed was a deep shade of orange. The yellow of her sash and the blue nl' her gown blended into a soft glowing green. Even as she wateh- Pd, the sun shone down fully, and I the illusion vanished. They hung, just a dripping mass of onee heauti- t'ul garments. But in her mind the vision remained. She tried to dupli- cate tihe glowing colors ot' that short picture ot' loveliness, hut in all the land she eould find nothing that would equal it. .Xt last she decided to hang some clothes out inthe-next storm. .Xnd sure enough, just as the sun was struggling through the elouds after a sudden shower, she saw again that mirac-le. Ever sinee thal day she has hung out her clothes when she sees a shower com- ing. And the next time you see the rainhow arehed across the heavens you'll know that Amaryllis has hung out her heautiful garments so that you too might enjoy that glorious speelaele. Carolyn Andrews, Til. Modes of Travel and Communication In the Year 2000 Let us step into the future-a mere 61 years-to the 21st eentury. VVe are touring the eity of Boston. aided hy a guide, hut a far different Bos- ton from the present day metropolis. Round about we see huge buildings, some of which tower a mile into the ozone. 'I'hey are made of a shin- ing metal, exalumen, the strongest suhstanee known to man, being 100 times greater in strength than steel. As it is also lighter than aluminuin, one ean readily see its varied poten- tial uses. tlur guide leads to a near- hy side-carrier, whieh is an endless chain upon which chairs are mount- ed. lncidentally, these chairs are ot'