Somerset Academy - Athenaeum Yearbook (Athens, ME)

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POETRY ? Coming of the Rankcards Mine eyes have seen the glory Of the coming of the cards, They are trampling out my courage Where my hopes of A's are stored. They have loosed the fateful ranks That cut me like a sword. Those D's are marching on. I have seen them in the drawers Of the hundred circling fles While we await the teachers coming With a face of woeful smiles. I have read their righteous grades, You can see a D for miles. Those D's are marching on. Horrors, horrors, horrifulu jar Those D's are marching on. The D's are calling forth the trumpet That is sounding my defeat, They are passing me their D's and E's And an A l'll never meet Oh Pop, don't look when you sign this card Or be swift for me my feet. Those D's are marching on. Those D's are marching on. EDWIN LEIGHTON '54 Poor Little Duke Into the schoolhouse Duke trotted He rushed in thru the door, The very first words that he uttered, l'll never study English no more. Duke's lesson that day he had not read, He said English was a bore, Mrs. Hilton hit him over the head ' And knocked him to the floor. Down thru the main room Duke staggered, He fell down by the doorg The very last words that he uttered, l'll never bark in school any more. NATHALIE CORSON '54 PS- Mrs. Hilton read this and kicked Nathalie, She kicked her thru the door, The very last words that Nathalie uttered, I'll never write poems any more. Beve rly's Ford Bev, Norman, and her best friend Bill Left in her Ford from Stickney Hill, It had been in a wreck, and the gas was low But her sweet little Ford would really go. They were sailing along like a good Ford will Down in the valley and up over the hill, The road was smooth and made of tar And there was nothing in front except one car. It was an old Chev, so they gave it the bell And sailed right by as easy as - well! With her little foot pressed down to give it' gas There wasn't a car but what she could pass. She knew that Ford would really go In high, or second - or even low, So speeding along thru town after town She left the people spinning 'round and 'round. They went sailing along, skipping the tar When up behind them came another car. She looked in the mirror, and what she saw Sent her heart thumping, for this was the LAW! Now Bev is cute, she really is nifty But she couldn't argue when the Cop said y9fty, For the next few days she received her mail In a red brick building called Skowhegan jail. Bev's little Ford, if it had the power of speech This little story would like to teach: One who travels Life's Highway at too fast a pace Sometime, or other, loses more than a race. jovcs HUF11 '54 Taxes Tax, tax, that's all you hear. Couldn't we live without the fear That every time we turn around Another tax is to be found? Everytime we go into a store, The clerk says, One penny more, Makes no difference what we buy, There's still another tax to try. Our tax should be cut 25 per cent Or everyone will have their money spent The next thing to take is shirt or hat They can't get cash, our pockets are flat. Civics CLASS 1 5

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LITERARY and a bang, and in the instant I was covered with tomato juice and chicken fricassee. Finally amid the laughter, I got the mess out of my eyes so I could see and much to my aston- ishment and his embarrassment, there stood John Derek in a waiter's uniform. My chance was here but what a looking sight I was! He was very sorry and offered to do what he couldg therefore I soon found myself in an actress' dressing room and in movie apparel with a much improved appearance. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, the curtain was going up! I was to be ready for my cue in five minutes. There had been a mistake, they thought the real star was in her own room instead of me. Realizing the trouble, I ran out the door to find someone, but no one was in sight. There was nothing but to go back to the room and do as I had been told. Then another knock was sounded on the door and a voice called, On Stage. I started to reply, but the owner of the voice had gone. As I walked out into the lights, my knees shook, for in front of me stood John. ,I didn't know what to do or say, but all of a sudden the cameramen saw I wasn't the original star and a great commotion was spread to all parts of the country by televi- sion. I heard someone shout, Cut the program off the air, just as I fainted. VVhen I was fully revived, john asked me for an explanation, so I told him the whole story, starting with the morning shopping, but I was ready to go home now. I had had all the movie star experience I wanted and the place I cared to see john Derek was on the screen with me in the audience. MADELYN FARRIN '52 Pre-game Jitters It is the day of the big game and the 16 year old finds school work diflicult. As he tries to understand Shakespeare, his eyes keep turning toward the window where the warm, bright sun- shine brings thoughts of the event of the after- noon. The muscles grow tense and he cannot sit 14 still as he thinks of the lanky southpaw who is going to pitch against him. At last the bell rings, he welcomes the chance to get up and walk to algebra class. There the thoughts of logarithms and base-hits mingle as the teacher asks questions and receives unintelli- gent answers. When recess arrives, he hurries out on the ball field to enjoy some inheld prac- tice, then comes more studying. I-Ie tries to do some algebra problems and finds himself draw- ing diagrams of a baseball field and writing bat- ting orders. Finally comes the last period, American Gov- ernment. This seems to be the longest class of the day as Caucuses, presidential elections, etc., are discussed. While others' thoughts are on world events, he is worrying about what his bat- ting average will be if he goes o for 4. Now the great moment arrives as all studying and troubles cease and he rushes to the basement to get that uniform that isn't torn at the knee. WELDON FRENCH '53 My Dream Recently I had a dream that was very strange but beautiful. I dreamed I was walking along a country road when suddenly there was a Hash of light and strains of music. Then I seemed to be floating in air. When my eyes cleared, I saw around me angels who were playing on harps and singing softly. All was very beautiful, but suddenly the music stopped 'and there was an unbearable silence. The skies around me were filled with a bright light that blinded and a pow- erful voice came to me saying, Do unto others, as you would have others do unto you. The music started and it seemed as if I were being carried through space. When all had faded away and my eyes were once more clear, I found my- self by the roadside. Soon after I awoke and lay wondering about this strange dream. I'm sure it must have meant something. Was it an omenP Do dreams come true in real life, or are they just a delusion? BEVERLY FINNEINIORE '5 5

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POETRY ? Dates A girl is always late for dates The poor old boy just waits and waits. In days gone by he'd stand and smile And watch the girls go by in style, But that was back in forty-six That he loved to watch the passing chicks. But now he doesn't like to wait, His mood is in an awful state, His facebscowling 'till it hurts Because they're wearing longer skirts. MARION TUTTLE '55 My Favorite Teacher Nlost students have a favorite And who is you-rs? they ask. But in our school to pick one Woiild certainly he a task. First let us now consider A man who is really tops, Between the yearbook and his classes V Mr. Eaton never stops. Mrs. Fuller is in the Home Ec. room She works so hard all day Teaching the girls to cook and sew She's wonderful in that way. A person whom we all would miss lf she ever went away . . . But let us hope she never will Mrs. Hilton, you must stay. I've tried and tried but all in vain As you can plainly tell, To pick a favorite can't be done We like them all so well. K GERALDINE Mxsnou '52 i BeverIy's Revenge Oh, somewhere in this great land the sun is shining bright, And somewhere there is laughter, and children's hearts are light, And somewhere lives are happy, and joy is all about, But there is no joy in Athens: Mighty Bev Cor- son had struck out. There were sad hearts in Athens for a week or more, 16 There were oaths and curses-every softball fan was sore. All her past fame was forgotten, she had com- mited a great crime, They called her Strike-out-Beverly, from the coach all down the line. The lane is long that never turns again, And fate, though fickle, oft gives another chance to men. So Beverly smiled-her face no longer wore a frown: The pitcher who had struck her out now came to town. All Athens was assembled, fourteen fans had come To see the pitiher who had put Beverly on the umg No one thought Athens had a chance, and with the setting sun Their hopes sank low-the other team was lead- ing, four to one. The last half of the ninth came with no change in the score, But when the nrst man hit safe, their hopes began to soar. The din increased, the roar of fourteen shouts was heard, When the pitcher hit the second batter, and walked the third. Then a dismal groan was heard-a scowl was on each face- As Beverly walked up, bat in hand, and slowly took her place. They hissed and hooted as they cried, Strike her out, But Beverly gave no sign that she had even heard the shout. The pitcher twirled-was that a rifle shot? A crack-and out in space you could see a tiny dot, Above the fence in center field, in rapid whirl- ing flight The ball sailed on-and was lost to sight. Oh, somewhere in this great land clouds may hide the sun, And somewhere there is no laughter, and chil- dren have no fun: And somewhere over unhappy lives there hangs a heavy pall, But Athens' hearts are happy now-for Beverly hit the ball.