Woodstock High School - Eureka Yearbook (Bryant Pond, ME)

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THE FLAG IS CALLING From the hill, the plain and valley, The young men come from homes, to rally At the call of the country's flag. The nation, sturdy soldiers needing, Seems urgently to true sons pleading: And the flag is calling, calling-- They must go. Harkl As on the merry breezes swell The clarion call of the bugle, to tell That the day has come to march 'gainst the And those breezes, always sighing, Seem to blend with the crying: But the flag is calling, calling-- They must go. So loved ones, their hearts aching Watch and cheer them, striving, making Brave attempts to still their fears, for well they know There are many gone forever Yet the flag is calling, calling-- They must go. 'l Velma Cummings TUE CYCLONE On a mild September day, When all was calm and still, I gazed off to the westward, And saw black clouds o'er the hill. Early that September eve, The The The All The All sky was growing black, wind began to shriek, limbs and trees to crack. through that long, black, night, wind tore fiercely mmm looked wrenched and torn, When we arose at dawn. The trees were stripped and fallen, Shingles from roof torn loose, As if a giant Cyclops, Had stormed them with abuse. L Gerald Poland '41 '44 foe:

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QTHE WESTOVER SECRETI he discovered that he was the cause of the tcwn's disturbance. The night on which he had slipped out to play pool had been dark, and he had crawled in through Mrs. Brown's window by mistake. Not daring to risk his wife's scorn, he told her neither of his mistake nor of his assisting Miss Prigg. The town and Mrs. Brown are still ignorant as to the identity of the intruder. As for Miss Prigg, she had more callers in the following months than she had ever had, in her life, and she is still perplexed as to her neighbors interest in her. As yet the town's people have been unable to draw from her the identity of her gentleman friend. Eleanor Stanley '41 FAKE WE LL LGR D FAUNTLEKCDY Yesterday I chanced upon him, that old friend of mine, and was amazed at the change in a once so stately and command- ing appearance. His eloquence is now mute. As I watched him trudge slowly down the path leading to eternity I thought of his courage and endurance. I remember the first day he came to class, attired in his bright new Jacket. One would surely never have guessed from his distinctive appearance that morning, that he was but a frightened, lonely orphan. Perhaps it was his manner or his precise speech that kept him apart from the rest of use At any rate, he didnit seem to fit. when the teacher introduced him to the class, the pupils weren't much impressed. I myself despised him at first. When recess came that day, we pretended to initiate him to the spe- cial roder, nthe gangn. He silently endured it all, although we nearly broke his back, On another day we threw him into a nearby brook but though he nearly drowned, even then we felt not the least sorry for him. Finally we dragged him unconscious out of water. Not daring to take him home that night, we left alone near a fire to dry. I don't know how he happened to vivc because when I returned the next morning his new coat 111.- bit the him SUI'- WGS burned half off and his whole side was blistcred. Ho begged that I take him to a doctor to have his terrible wounds healed I couldn't be bothered with such a sissy. I took some tape that I had in my pocket and patched him up the best I could. During the next yvwrs he went to school with me everyday. Did he get on my nrrvesl I know I bullied him, for I resented this nsissyn with such elegant speech. Today as I graduated from high school I felt somewhat FC- morseful. I realized then that my friend had tried to help me over the hard places. I'd used his influence every day and my teachers told me that I should have become better acquainted with him. It's too late now, however, to make amends. I'm bidding hir.adieu. Yet, always in the future I'll think with remorse of my battered but endurinp friend, the English grammar book. Wayne Redman--J -4

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A SENTRY There it stands so majestic The old elm tree by the old There it has stood for many Sharing everyone's gladness Standing there harboring on Firm in its place by the ol Serving as homes for the fe O'er a playground of noisy, and tall, stone wall. long years, and tears. e and all. d stone wall athered one. mmmngfmm Keeping, as a shepherd guards his sheep, Vigil o'er all--awake or asleepg Alert to the danger that they night stray. Out of the pasture of l1fe's right way. There it stands so majestic and tall. Where long it has stood by the old stone wall There it will stand for nany years more, An eternal sentinel near our door. Rosalie Palmer '41 QA SNOW STORM Through the window I look, And watch the falling snow Floating freely through the air, First swiftly and then slow. I W Som Whl The Thi Upo The The The Lik Whi The atch it light on naked twigs, e flakes cling fast and stay. le others slide upon the gro wind blows some awayu und, ck and fast the white flakes fall n the frozen ground: earth is camouflaged with snow-- white spread all aroundg Way it whirls and twirls e miniature cyolonesg le sometimes the wind whistles n alternately moansz I look at the dull gray sky Whe noe comes the starry snow, And fancy the dazzling sight The morning sun will shows The image of the stately pine All patched with blots of White, The As graceful pattern of each bough outlined in the light. Arlene Swan '44