Williams High School - Messalonskee Ripple Yearbook (Oakland, ME)

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ti -9 -nr--gr 28 THE MESSALONSKEE RIPPLE Joyce: No, we didn't know this was the first time you had ever stayed alone. Where is your aunt? Sylvia: She had to go to a meeting of some kind tonight. 1The front door bell ringsj Now who can that be? We'll turn off the lights and creep into the hall and see who it is. fThey turn lights off and creep into hallj My goodness, what are you doing home this early? Didn't you go to the show? fShe says this backstage. They all enter as she says this.J Henry, Agnes: QRather ashamedb The show isn't until next week! MUUAM Toms, '41 IN A LAND THAT'S FREE Spring is the best time of the year Full of new hopes and good cheer. Truly, it makes one longer-lived To know he always will abide- In a land that's free. Summer, also, will see you through, Far, far away from your waterloo. The bubbling brooks are running free All as perfect as can be- In a land that's free. ln autumn time-like the 'spring- The world is changing, everything- Even the leaves upon the trees, Even the birds who fly at ease- In a land that's free. In the winter with snow on the ground All the children are playing 'round- With sleds and skiis in snow drifts high Never thinking what might be nigh- In a land that's free. While over in Japan and Germany Little children are never free. Even the parents who have to fight Thousands are killed every night- In lands across the sea. Free country,free speech,free press, and such We have them all and don't think much About not daring to speak a word Fearing a dictator might have heard- In a land that's free. Rixcurzl. F. IIOTIIRUP, '41 Thoughts arf- t of the lLyre AN ORAL BOOK REPORT I stand on one foot, Then on the other. My face gets red, And I begin to stutter. My voice trembles- I look at the Hoor, Then someone Walks by the door. I forget the name of the book, I forget the name of the author, And before I'm through, I wish I'd taken another. If anyone should ask me, I'd quickly retort, I can not and I will not Give an oral book report. MARION W'111cm.l1:R, '42 ANTS In front of my house I found One day I a little mound. Millions of ants were crawling 'round, Without making a bit of sound. They're so busy all through the day . . . It seems as if they mean to say, Why don't you get busy and think of a way Of doing some work instead of just play? Ants are such bothersome pests . . They climb over all in sight. When they run from their nest, I'm powerless to fight.

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CARELESS THE MESSALUNSKEE Rll'l'l.li 27 Characters: Mrs. Agnes Tyler Mr. Henry Tyler Sylvia, their daughter Joan Joyce Scene: The living room of Tyler's home. Time: Evening. Mr. and Mrs. Tyler are going to the show and are leaving thirteen year old Sylvia alone. This is the first time she has ever been left alone in the evening. CURTAIN Agnes: Your father and I are going to a show tonight, Sylvia. You don't mind staying alone, do you? Sylvia: fOver-confidentlyl of course not, mother. I've stayed alone a lot of nights. Agnes: fStearnlyJ Sylvia . . .! Sylvia: Well-of course you've always callefl Aunt Janet over, but she's not much company. Henry: fEnters stage, tying necktiej Come on, aren't you about ready? 1Looks in- mirror at R. CJ You women are always so slow when it comes to going anywhere. Agnes: CPuts on hat and coat and stands in doorway waiting for Henryj Well . . . I'm ready. lIenry: fLooks up, sees her readyj Huh? fGrabs suit coat and starts to put it on.5 Agnes: Don't you think you'd better wear your vest, dear? I think you would look better. Henry: fMoansJ Oh-h .... I'll get it. It's in the bedroom. 1Dashes out as Agnes tries to tell him somethingj Agnes: Wait, Henry, its in the closet here. Oh, dear, I wish he would listen to me just once. Sylvia: Daddy has an awful time to get ready to go out, doe'sn't he, mother? 1Laughs lightly to herself, covers mouth with hands.j Henry: fDashes in panting. Exclaims help- lesslyj I can't find it. Sylvia: Daddy, mother tried to tell you it was here in the closet. fGoes to closet and gets coat Henry Agnes YOU, Henry Agnes Henry see it. Henry puts it on, then his suit and overcoat.J There, now are you ready, dear? I've been waiting five minutes for now. Oh .... Well, let's go. Have you got the tickets? What tickets? Oh .... Let me . . . fSearches through pockets. Finds them in the last pocket.J Here they are. Agnes: You better give them to me before you lose them. fTakes tickets, puts them in her purse, and they leave.J Agnes: Good night, Sylvia. Henry: Good night, Sylvia. Sylvia: Good night. fShe sits down in a chair and starts to read a book. Sits there by the window for a few minutes. Then she hears something right outside: she starts from her chair, looks out the window and sees a face looking into her's. She jumps back and screamsj Eeeeekkkkkk. fThen there is silence again. She gets up and turns on some more lights. There is a knock at the hall doorj Who is there? fShe hears some giggling and goes to the door to find two of her friends, Joan and Joyce.J Joyce: We scared you, didn't we, Sylvia? Sylvia: I'll say you did. I'm all jitters, now. I'm glad you came over. Daddy and moth- er have gone to a show tonight. Joan: Lets play Chinese Checkers, then. I won the other day. Sylvia: 1 ll say you did. I'm afraid you'll win now. Do you want to play, Joyce? Joyce: Sure. I'd love to. fThey set up table and start playingj Sylvia: I hope nobody else tries to scare me tonight. I locked the hall door so that no one can get in. Joan' We didn't mean to frighten you so badly, Sylvia.

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THE MESSALONSKEE RIPPLE 29 Though they are such little creatures, That's no reason why They haven't the right to live, As long as you or I. FRANCIS BmI.I.Ann, L3 5 -.oil MAINE Oh most wonderful state of Maine! The state and land of vacation, Your rock-bound-coast and country lane . . . The pride and joy of our nation. Oh most beautiful state of Maine! Your lakes and woodland streams On which Cwhen it doesn't rainl The beautiful sunset beams. RONALD HANllI.PIi', '43 .llo-l DAYDREAMS Sometimes I sit by myself all alone And wish I could be a queen high on a throne To rule the sun, the moon, and the stars, The tidal waves, and the volcano's jars, To be the mistress of nature so fair, To be the goddess of beauty that's rare. But then I lean back and think once more What a weary life I'd have in store. lh:'r'rY IlIN'l', '42 l.....0 NAMELESS 'Twas very dark and quiet Upon this eve of May, They were alone in darkness Now list' to what I say: Upon the couch this evening . . fl know just where they satj Alone and very quiet . . . My brother and his cat! R. I.0'runoP, '41 il.0 DEMOCRACY We've just begun a task immense, To organize for our defense. It makes no difference where you stay, Just get behind the U. S. A. Although the future is not bright, We have only begun to fight. With ships and guns we'll sail the seas To help defend Democracy. Now is the time-before too late, To turn the tide-at the earliest date. As Americans, we have a trait Of lighting the Dictators whom we hate. We who see the Red, White and Blue, I know, will always be true, And we will, if we have to, Fight for Democracy-as others do. IIOBI-Ill'l' Col'uur.i N, '12 -- 0 -... THE MOUSE A little furry creature crawls From his home between the walls. He comes out through his little door About the size a bit could bore. He steals up to a loaf of bread And gnaws its wrappers into shreds. Then this curious furry soul Starts back to its little hole. He stops and scents the fragrant air And smells the odor of cheese so rare. Finding the delicious odor everywhere, He finally traces it to the attic stair. Finding the cheese ion a trap it was placcdl So blindly up to his death he paced. He grabbed a bite of the much wanted thing, fcheesej And up 'round his neck clamped the mouse trap ring! Conclusion Don't jump into things too quickly, he learned, Even for things all your life you've yearned. As the saying goes look before you leap, And you will longer your happiness keep. Ronmrr B1.Ax1A:, '4-3