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

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MR. SUN What makes the day so cheerful? What makes one full of fun? I have found the answer-- We call him Mr. Sun. ' When troubles come, which make us When all the Where do we go to Of course to We should be very day-is done. cheer us uv? 1 thankful, That we can safely say That he will soon be back again To shine another day. Miriam Verrill NATURE I love the sunshine and the rain, The woodland and the trees, I love to roam in an open field And watch the busy bees. I love the beauty of the flowers, Of yellow, red and white, And all the blossoms of their kind Fill my heart with Joy and light. I love to view the graceful birds, As they soar along the sky, And watch them glide with outspread wings, Singing sweetly as they-fly. sad, '44 I love to climb a mountain high And gaze at the fields and flowers, There I can see the lakes and streams That were made by this God of ours, And when the twilight nears And the shadows begin to fall, I ponder the wonders of Nature, And wish we resembled them all. Cleo Appleby '44

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KOLDER szsrsaj It hadn't been more than five minuter when we heard the doorbell ring. Mother went and opened it and Kate came in, crying. She ran past us and went upstairs. We followed her up and at last got it out of her that the party wouldn't be for two weeks. - Phew! All that work for nothing. Dorothy Poland '44 FATHER FIXES ' I I r If P1 frlf. DOCJJQ ANXQD Father had started home from work early ln order that he might have time to fix the broken door knob. As he was hurry- ing across the yard, he failed to notice a rake lying across the path. A crash was heard, and Father could be seen flying through the air. Never at any football game have I seen a better flying tackle. With a loud thud Father landed tsafely near the door. Slowly he arose to his feet, glaring at the object with which he had collided. Then my angry parent uttered several words which I dare not repeat. Finally, after brushing him- self off, he started into the house. Instead of turning the knob, he yanked it towards him, the result being another spill. This was too much. Father lay there for several seconds before attempting to stand. Never before have I realized that such a small thing as a door knob could have so many names. Picking up the parts, he started into the house, got a screw driver and proceeded to make the necessary repairs. First he put the plate on. It was not until he had fitted all but one screw, that he found the plate was upside down. Of course the hole was in the wrong place. With several groans he took it apart and, for the first time, started in right. This time he put all screws in loose- ly so it would be easier to take off if something was wrong. While Father was examining his work to see if everything looked all right, my brother came running out of the house. All Father's hard labor was ruined. The parts of the door. knob went is all directions. Father could stand no more. He went into the house, called a carpenter to fix the door knob, and then sat down to a peaceful evening of reading the daily paper. Gardner Cole '44

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SOUNDS OF MGRNING The roosters crow at crack of dawn And hens a chorus make. The chickens peep and every morn, The barnyard is awake. O'er rocks the rippling waters flow Going splash, splash, in the air. The breeze that makes the branches blow Rustles the leaves everywhere. The farmer whistles as he strives, To harness the sturdy mare. The creak of the yoke as the oxen he drives Out into the crisp cold air. Adds joyous sounds to the approaching day, As we think of delightful ease. Of the musical sounds, however gay, There are none so refreshing as these, Florence Billings '45 GOD'S LIGHT When I get up in the morning, And see the sun shining bright, I think of God in heaven, And how he made the light. He spoke and it appeared, He saw it was very goody Do you think if we had power, We would make it as God could? Dorothy Poland '44 TIME To get the most out of our life, We must consider time. But it can't be bought with money-- Nor can it ease the mind. So one must lay his plan of life, If he would work and play. So be sure there's no time wasted-- For God meant it that way. Wilma Poland '43