Spaulding High School - Red and White Yearbook (Rochester, NH)

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THE RED AND WHITE 25 DO YOU REMEMBER? JAMES FLAKER, '50 Do you remember - How we watched the leaves whirl, And flutter and swirl, Until only one was left that November? I heard you say, God, when the world ends, Let it be in November. -It was- Do you remember? REFLECTING WATERS JUANITA BARCOMB, '49 Pictures of the heavens, the clouds, the birds, and breeze 0'ershadowed by the darker etchings of the leaves Visions of these beauties beheld in shim- mering pools But for a iieeting moment for caressing breezes cool Destroy the tranquil splendor of that mir- rored scene! FORESTS PAUL HARRIS, '50 Trees stretching majestically up to the sky, Beautiful forests dotted with flowered clear- ings, Silver streams winding endlessly through a painted gorge, Purple mountains capped in glistening white, Red and purple sunsets on the distant hori- zon, Nature's endless beauty surrounding us on all sides. You like the wild, I like city life. THE MOON BETTY ENAIRE, '49 Drifting softly on a calm golden bay, A lighted crescent glides through fluify downg ' Streaming behind it scattered moonbeams stay, A pale yellow light to create her crown. A mysterious angel robed in gold, Barefooted .across a celestial floor Wandering as in many years of oldg Undisturbed, Boating o'er a troubled moor. Her hidden path lighted by silvery stars, Stretching to depths beyond, never to endg A path that only a wind strewn cloud mars. Her angelic beauty only to lend. Ending her reign laughing the world to scorng Silently slips in shadow and moves on. REQUIEM MADELYN PIKE, '49 The trees trembled before the wind's might, As they bent and they broke tragicallyg The wind shrieked and screamed into the night While the white moon appeared magically. The dead leaves rose and writhed in the dark As the whirlwinds twirled to the clear skyg The sky that was black save for a spark Of white light, 'twas a star passing by! All things die with an upsurge of life, So does fall with its glorious hues With its bright harvests and signs of strife, With its skies of deep crystalline blues. In one single wild night all is spentg The bright tints fade to dull lifeless brown. Fall is gone with her lush, warm content. Too soon the snow falls quietly down.

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24 THE RED AND WHITE H ammy BARBARA NADEAU, '50 She has gone now, but I know where, Up into heaven, without a care. Quickly she left-no chance for good- byes, Now in her place shines a star in our skies. Lord of Eternity, why did she die? She who loved life, more so than I- Never quarrelling - carefree and gay- Happy-go-lucky-that was her way! She wouldn't want us to be sad, For she's in heaven, and is so glad, Young she may be, but older, too, For God's her companion now, not me and you. Macbeth After several weeks of rehearsals at Station WWNH under the direc- tion of Mr. Richard Purcell, of Sta- tion WWNH, and Mrs. Wight, se- lected members of the Senior English classes presented on Wednesday, June 2nd, a radio adaptation of Shake- speare's Macbeth, Sound effects carefully worked out by Mr. Purcell and Mr. Kotik, accompanying this production, brought into action an array of radio techniques. The kind- ness and generosity of Mr. Purcell in giving freely of his time and talent to make this broadcast a success is greatly appreciated by the students of Spaulding High. The cast of characters is as follows: Announcer and Holinshed, Robert Carignan, First Witch, Prudence Hersom, Second Witch, Madelyn Pike, Third Witch, Lois Davis, Mac- beth, Elwood Floyd, Lady Macbeth, Patricia Palmer, Messenger, Robert Dowst, Porter, Rodman Davenport, Macduff, David Berry, Malcolm, George Hardwick, Donalbain, Rob- ert Fabian, Murderer, Rodman Dav- enport, Gentlewoman, Prudence Her- som, Doctor, Rodman Davenport, Spirit, Lois Davis. Dramatic Club During the early spring season the Masque and Dagger worked on sev- eral one-act plays. Thursday Eve- ning, a domestic comedy by Christo- pher Morley, was presented at pro- grams of the Women's Clubs of Ro- chester and South Berwick. A cut- ting of She Stoops to Conquer, a popular English play, was our entry at the New Hampshire State Dra- matic Festival, held March 19, at the University of New Hampshire. We received a rating of very good. These two plays, plus Glamorizing Joanne, comprised our annual night of one-act plays for public production. The Thespian initiation was held in May after a Dramatic Club supper, nine pupils were eligible for member- ship in this dramatic honor society. They included Carroll Ham, George Hardwick, Robert Fabian, Kenneth Horne, Elinor Arlin, Beverly Camp- bell, Carline Clement, Patricia Du- chesneau, and Gerald Fernald.

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26 THE RED AND' WHITE GOD'S HAND t l ALICE DENNIS, '49 'Tis spring! As one looks about the earth that once seemed dead and gone, He sees, not barren emptiness, but the hand of God giving life to all the earth. 'Tis spring! Yes, the birds that once were gone in search of homes for the winter, Have again returned to add their sweet song to the newness of our land. 'Tis spring! The lilacs, just leafy trees a month ago, have bloomed into fragrant, Sweet smelling, blossoms. The perfume only God can make and no 'arts of man can equal. 'Tis spring! You can feel it in the clear, fresh air that covers like a blanket, the earth so in- nocent and new. You cannot help but think it must have been in spring that God created our great and beautiful land. 'Tis spring! Itis like a new year. The flowers, birds, and trees are brought to life to shed their beauty to a dying world. But their beauty does not last for long, for winter comes in all its might and pow- er, and takes this little land so new to rest until another year. 'Tis spring! Oh! why should it ever have to leave! It's such a beautiful season! A CALL TO HEAVEN PATRICIA PALMER, '49 God, to Thee now we are calling, With a loud and bitter cry! All youth is fighting, falling, Driven forth in groups to die. Wilt Thou never make an ending? Will the horror never cease? Shining through the storms now rending, Send the rainbow of Thy peace! In this war which we have tasted Where our sons lie with the slain Let not all the tears be wasted, Nor these men to die in vain! Not a mighty plant of freedom, Flourish from the blood stained sod, With the powers of our nations, Build the commonwealth of God! GREY DAWN JUANITA BARCOMB, '49 Silently stealing Across the darkened sky Like grey watercolor streaked On a gloomy canvas, Approach the ghosts Like fleeting shadows Assuming unknown proportions That the o'erwrought mind creates In the mysterious half-light Of dawn. A HOME SIGRID FRANCIS, '50 There amid the tangles and vines Obscure for none to see, Stands ia dwelling on :a hill Forgotten through eternity. The rain dashes against its walls The snows are fierce and boldg But all alone it bravely stands Conquering death and cold. THE BIG ONE PERLEY WARDEN, JR., '49 Down he went with long legged stride, To cast a line into the tide He cast the line with all his might Out it flew and landed right, An hour passed, still no luck, Then came a swirl and lightning The prey lashed out extremely hard. The fisherman was on his guard! Then suddenly after a long wait He hauled in an old rusted skate! struck, Now, Willie, coaxed Mamma, be a good boy and open your mouth so this nasty doctor can get his finger out. When an all Texas regiment landed in Africa, the captain warned all of his men. He said, Remember, we got to humor the natives here. If they say that Africa is bigger than Texas, agree with them.