St George High School - Harborlight Yearbook (St George, ME)

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'STARLIGHT FANTASY Far above, in the deep, velvety blue The saoohire moon gleams in vivid hue And twinkllng brightly in the sky The shlning stars are seen on high The phantom shadows weirdly dance Among the trees they whirl and orance Stirred by the wind, the rustling leaves Whisper love words through the trees The rippling waves are quided on Now they're here, now they're gone Two lovers are walking hand in hand Alone in this enchanted land And all this while, the stars above Keep the secret of their love, That only they alone can be In the land of starlight fantasy Barbara Sawyer '53 ME MITHER'S CANDLE 'Tis a mere bit of wax, ye say? Sure'n ye're right, me lad 'Tis a wee bit of wax, for But what a strange life it a penny plus tax, has had! 'Twas handed to me by me mither, Who died in a queer sort of way She died sort of young, barely ninty and one, Because of the candle, l'd say Me mither was warned nae to light it, By a jealous young swain o' long ago, For betwix the wick and the candle wax Was a gremlin of Fate, ye know Me poor m1ther's eyes were shinin' Sure'n her seein' was gettin' dim She reached on the mantle 'Twas then she remembered His face rose up from the Sure'n it looked like the Me mither praised the day and lit the w him! wax bit, face of Sin! she was raised That she had na' marrled him! She hollered and toppled downward, From her height 'o six foot and three, Sure 'twas sad, me lad, and now Ye Gad! Take it away from mel Lydia MacKinnon '53 ee candle I H O 0 L o o . I o o i I O O I o o Q

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THE SENIORS In St George High School There is a fair class That runs competition With the highest of brass They're toughened and experienced From years of hard toil And to St George High They really are loyal To the lowely Freshmen They're the greatest of all And when they speak Freshmen get on the ball They're the lords of the year Boss of carnival and play But then comes June And graduation day With dignity and splendor They march down the aisle With a thankful smile Yes, it's the seniors, mighty We've written of here They have reigned with grace Through the past school year It has been hard work And plenty tough But we are convinced That they know their stuff So now wlth a sigh They lay down their rule And welcome the new seniors Of St George High School Joan Wilson '53 CLASS OF SL, As I looked in the open door I saw the class of 'Sh seniors Some looked bright and some looked gay While others looked the other way Herbert Elwell 'Su And receive their diplomas ll 7 N

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L8 AN EPITAPH ON 5 RUSH RUNNING BQARD A dependable car, as you all know, Is very hard to find, Of the chosen few, I own a Ford, The very finest kind. She'll never blow a gasket, The motor'l1 never lag. I've junked my two-cell battery, She's running on the mag. Never need an extra tire, Run her on the rim She'll never burn a bearing out, She'll never need a shim We never need a footbrake Just cramp her into low Shove her into high again, And watch the old thing go 'e e never need a windshield, never use a top have no use for floorboards, drag our feet to stop Dependable, reliable, I've held her to the floor For forty thousand million mlles, She's good for plenty more Robert Skoglund '53 AN EXCITING NIUHT It is about two o'clock Sunday morning everybody is in bed asleep and it is peaceably quiet Suddenly a terrible, blood curdling scream awakens the whole household Daddy 18 out of bed and racing in the dark toward my cousin's bedroom where the screaming is coming from He flnds her sitting up in bed in a state of horror She claims that a rat has been in her room running up and down her bed By this time somebody has turned the light on and shut the door A complete investigation of the room reveals no rats or mice In the meantime downstairs my brother is resting very uncomfortably with all the bedclothes over his to the commotion upstalrs and is trylng to flnd bed with him Attention is brought downstairs by n'ama, come ge s thing ou of my be ' The thing in his bed turned out to be his which he had taken to bed with him Now once again everybody is in bed but y stalrs and my cousin is in bed wlth her younger slster has quieted down and everybody is hoping for a good night's sleep Luclnda Polky '56 head listening out what is in his hollerlng, coon skin hat brother is up , We We . N w . s r.. ' t thi 1: d.' 0 m - ' ' ' . It