Standish High School - Crimson Rambler Yearbook (Standish, ME)

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thought fer. We looked down and there was Herman, that consarned crow, a-carryin us along on his back. Below us was a whole mess of clouds. Grampap hollers, WBa1l out, Lizzie,N so I bailed. The both of us landed on thet there cloud and we had to stay up there all night. The next morning we hollered and hollered till one of our neighbors come along and got us down with a ladder. We never did see thet flivver agin. One mornin we woke up to find our bed was a-floatin around in a awful lot of water. Grampap says, nLiz, it's that crow agin, sure as thet's our chicken cooo a-floatin by.n And sure nuff, it was. He was a-takin a bath in a lake near our house and got at foolin around and a-sclashin and most drowned the whole country- side. A Herman used ta love ta play tricks on us folks. Grampap was in swimmin onct and Herman swiped his clothes. Fe tuk um and hid em in all sorts of different places. It tuk Grampap three years ta find them all. Beings as how this was his only clothes it was purty tough on Grampap for a while. Herman was a awful sensitive crow. He used ta make friends with the chickens. One of the roosters got uppity and snubbed him one day. It hurt Herman's feelings and he cried and cried. He cried so much thet the barn and two chicken houses floated away. This was too much for Herman as it was quite late in the fall. He caught pneumonia and died. Eleanor Holmes '55 Q--

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JEST US FOLTS I live on too of a very high mountain with my Ma and Pa. Our nearest neighbors is the Martins. Ta git ta their house you hafta go down the road thet goes in front of our house 103 miles and turn r-ight. They isn't very neighborly. Us mountain folks aims very educated cause we dcn't got much time for book larnin. We is too busy loafin. .One day Ma told me to go shoot some stuff for supper cause Grandme and Grandpap were a-comin over. I got three field mice, a rabbit and two crows and we had um in a stew. We is so high up thet them poor crows had to wear oxygen masks. Grandma loves ta tell stories and when she heerd tell thet there was crows in thet stew she lit up her corn-cob pipe and begun ta tell this one. NWall,u Grandma begun, uwhen I lived out in Kansas we used ta raise corn.n Every spring right after we had planted it a whole flock of crows would come. One of them we called Herman and he was so big thet when he flew over we didn't see the sun for three days. 'He used ta love fresh, young corn and he liked ta lug off scarecrows we put out, too. We decided ta send l Grandpaw here out as bait and when Herman come down ta git him I was suooosed ta shoot him. Thet is, Herman. I aimed thet gun right smack at him and pulled the trigger. Afore I knowed what haopen- ed I was a-layin on the ground and the buckshot was a-whizzin over- head. The ding-busted buckshot had jest bounced off of him. I look ed up and there was Herman a-starin me in the face and a-lookin awful ugly. Jest then a tornado come along and blowed Gramp and me clin into the house. We sure outsmarted him thet time. One day Gramo and me was out a-ridin in our flivver. The road was awful bumpy. Furty soon we noticed it warn't so bumpy as we

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Winter It lay before me, So beautiful to see, A land of ermine, White robed in mystery. The brook now at rest, Lay stilled in naturefs breast, Warmed by winterfs mantle, Waiting to seek its quest, God had clad his earth In sparkling luxury, A vision of rebirth, Of hope for you and me. Janice Watson '53 Z Pest Master, San Francisco On the afternoon of January 51, 1952 certain things happened to Yvonne Brooks, a sophomore, that made her the most popular girl at Standish High School. It seems that Yvonne had sent in a re- quest to Bob Clayton, disk jockey of WHDH Boston, requesting the address of some lonely serviceman in Korea, who would like to get a few letters from some one back home. A few weeks later she was literally nswampedu with mail. She actually received thirty letters over a period of two months. This proved to be too much even for Yvonne, who likes to write letters, so she proceeded to pass them out to any patriotic girls who were anxious to have pen pals. The sophomore room continued to be a busy place for several days thereafter, while Yvonne's stationery box continued to bulge. I met Eleanor Holmes coming out of the sophomore room one day and asked, nHow many did you get?N She said, uOnly two, they were all picked over when I got theren. Betty Hodgdon '55