Wilton Academy - Eagle Yearbook (Wilton, ME)

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1945 FISHING HIS is one of the most expensive sports and one of the cheapest. It is a sport for rich and poor men, for big men and for little men. This sport is one of the most common and yet it is popular. Every day thousands of dol- lars are spent on Hshing tackle, clothes, and traveling expenses. It is divided into many fields. There are fly-fishermen, plug-casting, and live bait fishermen. All of these types stand Firmly in the field and say that the others are outcasts, foreigners and xxxxxxxxxx. As time is brief I will not elaborate on any one kind. Fishing does many things for a man. It takes him back to nature, gives him an appetite, and gets him away from his wife. This last statement is often not true, however, because now the little woman usually goes along, too. One thing always remains true. While men are mep and there are Hsh, there will always be a sport called fishing. T -A. Brooks ,45. TO THE BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Over mountains, over rivers, over seas and oceans too, Our soldiers and our sailors have fought for me and you, To show the Ia s and Germans what we are . P going to do. Our troops go marching on. Chorus: Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Our troops are marching on. From Pacific to the Arctic and all places 'neath the sun They have found they can not beat us with a tank or ship or gun. And you bet there will be quite a fight before our side has won, And our troops come marching home. When instead of fighting battleships the liners sail the sea, And our soldiers and our sailors have set the world a-free, We have right to speak of fairness, justice, truth and liberty. And that God is marching on. -Stewart Bradeen '45. THE MOUNTAIN Do you know the mountains? Do you really appreciate them other than in saying, Isn't that mountain pretty? This phrase, heard so many times in pre-war days when all one had to do to see a beautiful view, was to climb into his automobile and drive to a vantage point on some hilly road, is such a vast understatement that it almost hurts me. May I try to describe just one mountain? I know that my attempt will be inadequate, for words cannot describe the majestic beauty of a mountain. This one is small as mountains go, but in its immediate region it is the tallest, so it really wears a rather important and smug ex- pression. But why shouldn't it be conceited? It gazes down on the valleys that it waters, and feels content, for where are more peaceful val- leys than these which cluster around its feet? And as for raiment--this lord of the land is clothed in all colors. Never need it wear the same garment twice, or if so, a cloud scattered here or there relieves the monotony and same- ness. In the summer from a distance, it appears to be a hazy blue, but on closer examination it proves to be of the customary green. But don't let me mislead you. This mountain's green is not the same as any other's. It has a light green scar up its side-the ravages of man-and around its top it wears a collar of evergreen which lumbermen call black growth and which lends a rather somber attitude to the whole mountain's appearance. f But across the top and trickling down over one side is my mountain's greatest pride. A vein of white quartz shines through its grey granite like a white feather drooping from the crown of a grey hat. Of this the mountain is especially proud and on this strip nothing grows

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1945 to dim its brightness. Always this white ban- ner is bare. Elsewhere it is another story. Blueberries and tiny mountain cranberries nestle in the crevices on backgrounds of moss-like jewels in green velvet cases, and the mountain is wealthy in these gems. Small hrs and birches cling around its top above the regular timber-line and relieve the bareness of the ledges. Tiny birds twittering in the trees testify to the wild life which makes its home on the mountain. And this is only the mountain in summer. In the fall it is a Fiery being with its red, and yellow, and orange clothes which all too soon fade and die. And now the mountain shows the cruel and ruthless side of its character. In winter it dons blue and silver ice and snow and stares coldly down upon the valley which it pampered and protected in the summer. Now it gathers the storm clouds about its head and sends them hurtling down upon the defenseless valley. All winter it stands cold and aloof and then one day the icy, foreboding glare leaves, and it seems a little dreamy again. Spring has come. The soft new leaves coming out give it a deli- cate green which belies the cold wind sweeping over its back and down on the valley below. Soon the old mountain is looking down with a benevolent satisfaction on its valleys below which are once more peaceful and calm. Now do you know my mountain? Have I been able to show you a small part of the love that I have for it? Can you see it, as I do-a living thing with all its moods? I hope so. -Carolyn Rafter '45. A CHILDHOOD EVENT THAT LINGERS One of the outstanding, memorable events of my childhood happened when I was about 5 years old, at my New Hampshire home, tucked away at the foot of Green Mountain. My old dog, Laddie, was lying fast asleep near the dining-room door. I was busily play- ing at my little table with my smaller sister and a little friend. One of my most treasured toys lay on the kitchen table near my mother. In my hurry to recapture it, I accidentally stepped on one paw of my beloved pet. Of course, this accidental movement molested his peaceful sleep and he jumped at me quickly and bit me near my right eye. My mother immediately sprang to my rescue and hurriedly put Laddie outdoors. One of Mother's most intimate friends aided her by chasing my poor Laddie around and around the house. Finally, after they were completely tired out they returned to Find out how badly I had been bitten. I can't clearly recall my reac- tion to the excitement, but I know my mother sent someone to telephone both the doctor and my dad. After what seemed like centuries to my mother, my favorite doctor arrived and boosted me on his knee and generously applied mercuro- chrome to the wound. Mother nervously awaited the decision of the doctor and was finally reassured that it was only a minor wound. The doctor told her not to kill my faithful old pal until we were absolutely cer- tain he had rabies. After the doctor's interview was over and my father had arrived, I immediately went to him for consolation and he comforted me in his usual, sweet manner. After his reassurance I felt almost like myself again, but I was kept quiet for the remainder of the day. Laddie was once again admitted to our fam- ily circle and was given a very generous supper. He was kept under careful observation for many days, but he still remained as harmless as before the accident. My Laddie spent many more happy days with us, but now his old rug that he slept on so many, many times lies unused in some unseen corner of a closetg his dish no longer sits near the stove: his bark no longer greets me when I come home, his scratch at the door is no longer answered, for Laddie has gone to that heaven beyond the skies. Although his presence no longer cheers our lives, the memory of him will never leave me, nor will the scar where he so slightly bit me ever completely fade away. -Sara B. Clark '45.