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

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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

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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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30 THE MESSALONSKEE RIPPLIZ REMINISCING Once in a lonely cottage near the sea, There lived a lonely fisherman-and me. The waves would crash on the beach at night While the wild geese lamented their weary flight. When morning came, the scene t would change. A ship would pass, blown off its range By the wind the night before, While high in the sky the gulls would soa1'. The cottage is gone, the iisherman, too. I go there sometimes where the Wild wind blew, And stand by his humble grave for prayer Happy that he's in a land so fair. N1211. COLLAR, '4-3 ,T..-0,1.i DAYS When days are dark and dreary, Nothing is too cheery For most of us. When days are bright and sunny, Everything is funny For some of us. Now that we've taken both days- Know the feeling both ways-- It's clear to us- That life is none too happy, Sometimes not too snappy For any of us. AGNES LEATIIERS, '42 NINETY FOURS Years ago in the ninety fours, When hearts were kind as never before, That was the time when things got done- Now 'tis said they were only begun. When the fiery sun sank from their sight, And clothed the land in a pale pink light, People stopped work and said, Amen Another day has come to an end. Though some of them went out at night, By eight o'clock they came back all right. Those were the days that now are o'er- I wish I'd lived in the ninety fours. FRED IlADD, '41 . .0., THE BIBLE I have a book that's dear to me. Its stories all are true, And one should read it every day Until he's read it through. It tells how Jesus made the world Each day until the last, And how he rested without work Until the seventh was past. It tells us then how Jonah Was swallowed by the whale, And Daniel in the lion's den- But Jesus did not fail. This book that is so dear to me, No doubt you know it too. But if you don't, I hope you'l1 strive To read it till you do. LILLIAN F1vLu:n, '42