Searsport High School - Windjammer Yearbook (Searsport, ME)

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JUNIOR HIGH LITERATURE OUR WORLD It's odd how this queer World Keeps turning round and round. It turns on its axis And never makes a sound. We hope the earth keeps turning Around the sun all day. 0 Since on its face we're living, And here We plan to stay. Although this earth is heavy, iAboard there's quite a moby. It doesn't stop a minute- But goes on to do its job. CHERYL CLARK '62 MAINE From North to South, From sea to sea, Wherever fancies roam There's a place that's always dear to me: Our State of Maine and home. Her coasts are rugged, Her people full of cheer, Bidding the traveling stranger To come to settle here. The many mountains, streams, and lakes, Her wondrous beauty shroud, To give her glamour all supreme, To make her people proud. This to our own dear happy home- We will always loyal beg Wherever we go, there will be a day When our thoughts will be of thee. JUDY ELLSMORE '62 THE WIND The wind is such a funny thing- It'l'l even blow at a kin-g. The gusts are so funny, They'll even scare a bunny. One day I heard the telephone ring, This really was a comical thing, For who should answer, but the wind. Oh, wasn't that a funny thing? SANDRA O'r1s '63 UNDERSTANDING THE TEACHERS I am an eighth grade student, Who very hard has tried To understand the teachers, And let them be my guide. Math is my worst subject, It is hard and tiresome, too. I try to think the problems out- But thinking just won't do. History is a quite interesting subject, Although I don't understand, About Maine's legislature And all about its land. I can't understand the English, As probably you can see. That is why I am so bad At writing po-etry. BARBARA PARTRIDGE '62 TOM THUMB Tom was a very brave man. He sailed the seven seas in a frying pan. He could swim just like a fish, Whether in a thimble or in a dish. Now Tom was a giant killer, so he set out one day, To kill a sea serpent big as a bay, And he started off with a bobby ping He got out the bay and he saw a fin. Now you may think this was a sin, But he wound up his fist, and clipped The serpent right under the chin. This is the way he saved his maiden fair, From the certain fate in the serpent's lair. They got married that fine day, And lived happily ever after, in their own way. STEPHEN MARTIN '63 WINTER AND SPRING The Winter with its coats of white, Turns to black when it comes night. When the dawn breaks clear and bright, Once again it's ermine white. The trees, bent low with icy snow, Turn the branches to jeweled glow. When the sunlight touches them, Each little twig is a precious gem. Then finally the spring will come, The birds will sing, and the bees will hum. The ground will thaw and the ice will gog Once again there'1l be no snow. JAMES YORK '62

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SPRING As I Was walking along the road, I saw a big spotted toad. I saw a bird trying to get a worm. It was so funny to see him squirm. The honey bees were gathering honey. To hear them buzz was oh so funny, The spring day was so sunny- And our ice cream was so runny. I went to the woods to see some rabbits, And to watch them and their habits. I saw a squirrel chattering on a branch, It looked as if he were doing a dance. I saw a butterfly pass me by. He looked as beautiful as the sky. I saw a humming bird humming away. He hummed as though he wanted to play. The cloudless sky was a beautiful blue, And the beautiful bird above me flew. I was startled by the day- That's just about all I can say. MALCOLM COLLINS '62 THE NIGHT, AND THEN- Outside the night was gray, Most objects dimmed from sight, And inside people snoring, Waiting for daylight. In the west the moon was shining, Its light fading from its face, Hanging there majestically, On thousands of miles of space. Also in the vast heavens, Brightly shining, were the stars, And in among those planets- Mercury, Venus and Mars. Then suddenly Without warning, The stars lost all their light, And with them the moon and planets Were lost in the beam so bright. It was the sun, in all its glory That shut out the stars from view, The very sun that keeps us warm And our hearts from feeling blue. A DAY WITH SPARKY Once upon a time on a hot, misty summer day, in July in a little town near the Mississippi River was born a little yellow cocker spaniel named Sparky. Everyday, Sparky would run along the river banks at the heels of a gang of boys. Going in caves and trying to steady him- self on rafts with them was natural. This was a special day for Sparky because it was his second birthday. He woke up to a bright sunshiny day with branches blowing in the breeze. All Sparky could do was hurry. He finished his break- fast and took off in a cloud of dust toward the river to see the old Captain of the river- boat. The Captain picked him up and took him in the cabin for a bone and a doughnut, since it was his birthday. Sparky gobbled up his doughnut and then headed for town. He pranced along the street looking in windows and then, to his great surprise, there was Sugar ia little poodleb, the girl of his dreams. Sparky sprang and jumped like a kitten. Suglar came up wiggling all over and winked at im. He trailed along after her and then Billy, the bulldog, stepped in front of him. Before Sparky knew what had happened he lay sprawled out on the ground. He could hardly move. Women! Sparky didn't Want any- more to do with them. He crawled all the Way home and went to bed. DIANA WEDDELL. '62 WINTER FUN To skate and ski Is lots of fun, On Helds and ponds When day is done. But under the moon And a starry sky, We go tobogganing With spirits high. JoAN DAY, '63

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,gy a 'ff' Sitting, left to right: M. Jeffery, S. Stone, B. Averill, J. Castle, P. Simpson, J. Card, P. Rivers. Second row: K. Maddocks, K. Otis, C. Smith, N. Staples, K. Curtis, P. Otis. MUSIC This year we are all very pleased and honored to have as our music director Mr. Palleria from Camden. He has done a great deal for the band, the chorus, and the general music program of the school. We should all appreciate his devoted time and effort. Our school band, which includes many of the lower grade pupils as well as many from the high school, has participated in a number of activities throughout the year. They played several selections at the presentation of the Senior Play and they also played several selections at the operetta presented in March. Next year we shall all be looking forward to a really great band with perhaps new uniforms. The operetta, Sadie Shaw from Arkansas, presented on March 28, which we prepared for throughout the year, proved to be a great success. The leading parts were distributed as follows: Zeke Shaw, Kenneth Maddocksg Mrs. Shaw, Sharon Stone, Sadie Shaw, Judy Card, Gabe Wilkins, Norris Staples, Davy Holler, David O'Donnellg Frances, Jean Castle, Daisy, Priscilla Rivers, Violet Mansneld, Pat Simpsong Mont- gomery Gaylord, Paul Otis, Melbourne Davenport, Keith Otisg Whitney Huntington, Owen Smithg Celeste, Bonnie Averill. The proceeds from this affair were used for band instruments. Next year we are planning to present another operetta entitled A Waltz Dream. The Glee Club also attended the Eastern Maine Musical Festival along with the other high schools of the union on May 4 at Camden. NORRIS STAPLES '59