Fort Fairfield High School - Northern Light Yearbook (Fort Fairfield, ME)

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NUPJHEHN NEW FUHT FAIHHHU HIGH SEHUUL June, 1946 Photngrilplly 13I'0WVHyS Studio James Mvrritt E1lgI'i1X1I1 Modern Photo l'1Il,QAI'?lVCl'S Printing- Fort Fairfield Review Vik: s .. IJKK 7 418 I 'I if sf, l -fr. .'. ' mg. 1521- L... E z., l:::: iiiia .NI 1 H lll:: 'HSI :Urn 1:22. - sung? E D li!! E' I A ig. Q!! N 1 222: -- ' --. , ai' ? ff' em :-If - lar. ,, ,mfs . - Eu--F5 E: Eajgg lily: Qhtrla c Gr.-V+ Ja. Dedication We, the elass of 1946, dedicate this year's NORTHERN LIGHT to the memory of Betty Noble and Arthur Dewley, members of our class. "XVith rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping: The lightfoot boys are laidg The rose-lipt girls are sleeping' In fields where roses fade." A. E. Housinan gn Editorial ln a few more years the town of Fort Fairfield will be working on the post-war improvements that are now being talked about. These improvements, which will affect our lives in many ways, will undoubtedly include a new gym- nasium for our high school. We have eagerly learned every new fact about the proposed gymnasium, as it is of considerable interest to all of us in school. For the past few years the students and friends of our school have been wish- ing very much for this addition. Just before the war began the townspeople appropriated a sum of money for a new wing to the present school building. In all probability this means a new gymnasium that would fit the school 's need. As we all know, it was im- possible to do any construction of that kind during the war years, therefore, the money was set aside for future use. Now the time has come when our plans can be made into realities. There is no need to explain why we have talked so much of the needed gymnasium during the winter months. The reason is clear. The students and townspeople have been awakened to the fact that basketball can once again be the chief sport in our town. The increased interest in the past two years proves this. Once we have good support for the basketball team, we have a good start. But more than that is needed-we must have a good playing surface. An eX- cellent playing floor for the team and seating room to accommodate hundreds of people are what the school needs the most. There is another phase of this situation. Physical education is compulsory in this state, but as yet we do not have an established program in our school. lt seems evident that this training will be in the curriculum sooner or later. Therefore, we must have a place suitable to this necessary training. At the present time our gymnasium is obsolete compared to those of the larger surrounding towns. Since our team is considered one of the best in the state and since our need for physical education is great, there is all the more reason for this addition to the high school. We feel that we deserve it, for we have just as much school pride as do the other students all over the country. -Christine L. Churchill 1st row: G. Stevens, D. Hilyard, J. Gillespie, P. Cormier, C. Churchill, P. Boulier, D Green, C. Hoyt, R. Conant 2nd row: Miss Buck tadvisorb, G. Johnston, S. Hathaway, E. Campbell, P. Lynch R. O'Donnel1, P. Schwartz, L. Ladner, E. Hilyard, H. Hopkinson, Miss Smith tadvisorj Yearbook Staff Editor-in-I 'hief CHRISTINE t'HUIiC'HIliL Associate Editors Jeanne Gillespie Richard Olllonnell Dawn Hilyard Paul Boulier Senior Editor Deborah Green Activity Editor Roger Conant Alumni Editor XVillian1 Findlen Jokes Editor Patricia Cormier Pictures and Art Editor tlnrleen Hoyt Servicemen 's Editor Patricia Cormier Athletics Editor Paul Lynch Business Manager Gilbert Stevens ASSiSt2ll1t Ilzirold Hopkinson Typists Eva Campbell Elsie Ililyard Phyllis Schwartz Louise lindner Glenna Johnston Stella Hatlmway This page sponsored by the Fort Fairfield Light 8: Power Company 4 ms lst row: Clare Lockhart, Charlotte Davis, Ruth Smith, Lillian DeBoyes, Marjorie Buck, Winnifred Durgin 2nd row: Richard Lord, Kenneth Clark, Marion French, Aubrey Flanders, Ethel Roberts, Prin. Lewis Kriger Faculty Louis H. Krigrer, Principal, Home: Fort l"airfield, Training: lfniversity of Mainefli. S.. fttllllllllllil l'niversity-A. M., -1 Summers at l'olnnihia Vniversity, 2 Sunnners at Vniversity of Maine, teaehes: General Scienee, EXtra-Curri- eula, Student Vonncil advisor. Richard N. Lord, Sub-Master, Home: Fort Fairfield, 'l'raining': University of Mainefll. S., l Slllllllll-ll' School at University of Maine, l Special Spring! Class at Vniversity of Maine, Teaches: Vheniistry, physics, biology and radio, Extra-f'urric-ula: ldreslnnan l'lass ad- visor and band director. Marjorie E. Buck, Horne: l'aril1ou. Maine, Training: Maine School of Vonnnerce, Teaches: Typing and short- hand, Extra-Curricula: Press Ululi ad- visor and Northern Light advisor. Kenneth lil. Clark, Home: Fort Fair- field, Trainingr: University ot' Maine- fi. S., Teaches: Agriculture, Extra- t'nrrienla: Boys' athletics and Future l',2ll'lll0l' advisor. Charlotte I. Davis, Home: Milford, Maine: Training: University of Maine -li. A.: 1 Summer at Columbia Uni- versity, 2 Summers at University of Maine, Teaches: Junior and senior English: Extra-Curricula: Senior Class advisor and Senior play coach. Lillian L. Delioyesg Home: Standish, Maine: Training: St. Joseph's College -B. A., Teaches: French and Latin: Extra-Curricula: Sophomore Class ad- visor and French Club advisor. NVinnifred N. Dnrgin, Home: Port- land, Maine, Training: Farmington Normal School-B. S.: Teaches: Home economics: Extra-Curricula: Home Ec Club advisor and Cheerleaders' Club advisor. Aubrey E. Flanders: Home: Sanger- ville, Maine: Training: Colby-B. A.: 1 Summer at Middlebury College, 2 Summers at Bates College, Teaches: Algebra, geometry and senior math. Marion El. French: Home: Fort Fair- field: Training: University of Maine- li. A., 1 year at Columbia QSaturday classesjg 1 year at Simmons: 2 Sum- mers at University of Maine, Teaches: United States history and civicsg Ex- tra-Curricula: Junior Class advisor and assemblies. H. Clare Lockhart: Home: Fort Fairfield: Training: Aroostook State Normal School: Acadia University-B. A. g 2 Summers at Columbia University: Teaches: Sophomore English, world history and problems of democracy: Extra-Curricula : Girls' activities, Press Club advisor and Junior Exhibi- tion coach. , Ethel C. Roberts, Home: Fort Fair- field: Training: Colby-B. A.: 1 year at Columbia University, Teaches: Freshman English, Extra Curricula: Junior Exhibition coach. Ruth E. Smith, Home: East Machias, Maine: Training: Maine School of Commerce, Teaches: Bookkeeping, business arithmetic, salesmanship, bus- iness training and commercial law: Extra Curricula: Press Club advisor and Northern Light advisor. This page sponsored by Grant Hunt H P. Cormier, R. O'Donnell, I. Philbrick, E. Hilyard Senior Officers This page sponsored by Locke's Service Station SENIOR PLAY "Captain Apple jack" Lush Gilbert Stevens Poppy Patricia Cormier Mrs. Whitcomb Jeanne Gillespie Ambrose Aipplejohn VVilliam Findlen Anna Valeska Carleen Hoyt Mrs. Pengard Deborah Green Mr. Pengard George Adams Palmer, Priscilla Dufbar Borolsky Paul Lynch Dennet Graydon Haines Johnny Jason Paul Boulier Pirates, Ralph Clark, R i c h a r d O'Donnell, Philip Webb, Roger Conant Van Cyr Gerald Gamblin r' li 1 Q i i , . Austin Cox Alton Dubay Chester Dewley Pete Irvine Philip Turner Austin Franklin Cox, U. S. Army. 'XA young man who blushes is better than one who turns pale." Yan Thomas Tyr, U. S. Navy. UAH was quiet, then he Caine." Chester VVilliam Dewley, 'LChet," U. S. Navy. "A spirit superior to every Wea pon. " Alton Louis Dubay, HAl,'? U. S. Army. HA little nonsense nowand then is relished by the best of men." Herald Jameson Gamblin, "Jet," U. S. Navy. 'tHe's an all around sport, and 21 friend to all." Carleton Alan Irvine, '4Pete," U. S. Navy. "King of terrors." Philip James Turner, HPhicldie," U. S. Navy. "1 flare do all that may lie- come a man, who dares do more is none." GEORGE SAMUEL ADAMS General "A man after his own heart." Glee Club 15 Student 1Sup-ervisor 45 Tennis 15 Senior Play. FLOYD LUTHER BELMAIN General "He is a gentleman from sole to crown, clean favored and imperially slim." Glee Club 1. PAUL WINSTON BOULIER College Scientific "Skill to do comes of doing." Tatler Staff 1-25 French Club 45 :Science Club 45 Associ- ate 'Editor of Northern Light 45 S-tudent Supervisor 45 Captain of Magazine Campaign 45 Senior P1ay5 Sfalutatori- an. - EDNA LOUISE BROOKIER General "Her voice is ever soft, gentle and low-an excellent thing in Women." Glee 'Club 15 Student Supervisor 45 Home Economics Club 1-2, Secretary 2. N ORMA 'ROWENA BUBA4R General "Such a life without a few quiet ones." Home Economics Club 2. HELEN 'BETTY BURTSELL General "Her air, 'her manners, all who saw admired" Band 2-3-4. PRISCILLA ANN BUBAR General "An appearance of delicacy, and even of fragility is al- most essential to beauty." Home Economics Club 2-3, -President 2, Chairman 33 Senior Play. EVA MARIE CAMPBELL General "Whate'er my task, be this my creedg I am on earth to fill la need." Home Economics Club 23 Typist for Tatler and Northern Light 4g Librarian 4g Student Supervisor 4. MARJORIE MAE CHASE General "I hate scarce smilesg I love laughing." Home Economics Club 13 Glee Club 15 Librarian 4. CHRISTINE LOIS CHURCHILL College "To know how to suggest is the great art of teaching." 'Glee Club lg Press Club 23 Tatler Staff 23 Junior Exhi- bition 3g Clalss Pres'dent 35 French Club 3-4, Vice Presi- dent 4g Editor-in-Chief of Northern Light 43 Home Room Leader of Magazine Compaign 33 Librarian 45 Student Su- pervisor 4g Valedictorian. ETHEL MILDRED CHURCHILL General "Good nature is one of the richest fruits of mankind." Home Economics Club 2. CHARLOTTE ELLEN COX General "I'll note you in my book of memory" Glee Club lg Science Club 4. RALPH MERLE CLARK General "Handsome is as handsome does." Student Council 1-2-3-4, Vice President 3, President 43 'Basketball 1-'2-3-4, Co-'Captain 3, Captain 43 Letter Award 1-2-3-43 Baseball 1-3-4: Winter Sports 2-42 Class Treasur- er 13 Junior Exhibition, second place awardg Senior Play. ROGER BERNARD CONNNT College Scientific "On with the dance3 let joy be unconfinedg No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet." Tenn-is 12-33 Science Club 43 Glee Club 13 Literary Club 43 Pre-ss Club 1-2-3: Captain of Magazine Campaign 33 Activities 'Editor of Northern Light 43 Senior Play. PATRICIA MARIE 'CORMIER General "It is a friendly heart that has plenty of friends." Home Economics Club 1-'2-3, Secretary i2, Vice 'President 33 Junior Exhibitiong 'Whois Who Assistant on Tatler Staff 33 Jokes Editor and Editor of Service Men's page of Northern :Light 43 Class Secretary 43 Glee Club lg Of- fice Staff 43 Senior Play. VIOLET HOPE CYR General "Not that I love study less, but that I love fun more" Transferred from Van Buren 33 Librarian 4. DOROTHY IRENE DeME'ROI-IANT College "A good 'book is the best of friends, the same today and forever." Glee Club 15 French Club 3-45 Program Chairman 35 Of- fice Staff 4. WILLIAM LEO FINDLEN Agriculture "At his Wit'S end." Band 3-45 Letter Award 45 Junior Exhibition, first place awardg Wiufter Sports 25 Glee Club 15 Class Vice Presi- dent 15 Student Council 15 'General Manager of Magazine Campaign 45 Future Farmers 1-2-3-4, Treasurer 2, Presi- dent 3, Vice President 45 Alumni 1Editor of Northern Light 45 Laboratory Assistant 45 Senior Play. HELEN VIRGINIA FLANNERY General "She was a woman of a stirring life." Junior Exhibition Chorus 35 Home Economics Clwb 1-2-3-45 Home Economics 'Publicity Manager 4. J EANNE MARIE GILLESPIE College "Why work ?-'Caesar was not ambitious." Glee Club 15 Basketball 2-'35 Letter Award. 35 French Club 3-4, Secreftary 45 Librarian 45 Science Club 45 Asso- ciate Editor of Northern Light 45 Senior Play. DEBORAH GOLDEN GREEN College "There is not a moment without some duty." 'Press Club 1-2-3-4, President 43 Tatler Staff 2-3-4, Splin-ters and Splashes 2, Assistant Editor-in-Chief 3-43 Glee Club 13 French Club 3-4, 'Program Chairman 43 Cheerleading Club 43 Junior Exhibition, first place award, Student Council 3-4? 'Basketball 2-3, Manager 33 Senior Editor of Northern Light 43 Class Vice President 33 Stu- dent Supervisor 43 Literary Club 43 Senior Play. GRAYDON DELBERT HAINES General "The very flower of youth." Future Farmers 1-2-3-43 Senior Play. LUCILLLE STELLA I-DATUHAWAY Commercial "Gentle in manner and thoroughly capable" Student Council 4, Treasurer 43 Librarian 33 Typist for Tatler and Northern Light 43 Pepsi-Cola Contest 4. DAWN MARIE HILYARD General "The only way to have a friend is to be one." Band 2'3'4Q Letter Award 33 'Junior Exhibition, Second Place Awardg Home Economics Club 2, Treasurer 23 Asso- ciate Editor of Northern Light 4. ELSIE MABEL HLLYARD General "Her heart is as true as steel" Tennis 1-23 Letter Award '23 Glee Club 1-'2-33 Class Treasurer 43 Librarian 43 Home Economics Club 43 Home Room Leader for Magazine Campaign 43 Typist for Tat- ler and Northern Light 43 Pepsi-'Cola Contest 4. HAROLD HENRY HOPKINSON, JR. College "Men of few Words are the 'best men" Transferred from Presque Isle H'gh 'School 43 Student Council 43 'Pepsi-Cola Contest 43 Assistant Business Man- ager of Northern Light 43 ,President of Athletic Associa- tion 4. CARI.JElEN GlRACE HOYT College "Make 'hay while the sun shines" Band 1-2-3-43 Letter Award 33 Press Club 1-2-3-43 Tat- ler Staff 2-3-4, Business Manager 3-'4Q Basketball 1-2-3-4: Literary Clu-b 43 Science Club 43 French Club 3-4: Presi- dent 43 Cheerleading Club 43 Student Counwcil 33 Piclture and Art Editor of Northern Light 43 Activities Commit- tee 43 Junior Exhibition Chorus 33 Librarian 43 Senior Play. GLENNA PAULINE JOHNSTON General "Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no fibs" Class Secretary 33 Glee Club 1-2: 'Home Economics Club 1-23 Typist for Northern Light 43 Junior Exhibition Chor- us 33 Student Council 23 Home Room Vice President 2. AGNES LOUISE LADNER Commercial "As sure as I'm aliven Home Economics Club 1g Office Staff 3-4g Typist for Tatler and Northern Light 43 Librarian 4. PHILIJP ARNOLD LIBBY General "He that is of a merry heart hath a continual feast" Future Farmers 1. MYRNA LOUISE LOVELY General "It is the tranquil people who accomplish" Home Economics Club 3-4. PAUL REGINALD LYNUH General "I love a broad margin to my life" Transferred from Easton High School 43 Basketball 45 Letter Award 43 Baseball 43 Winter Sports 43 Sports Edi- tor of Northern Light 45 Senior Play. LIOANNJE TDEL MICHAUD General "A jest breaks no bones" Glee Club 13 Student Council 13 Home Economics Club 2-35 President 35 Cheerleader 2-33 Student -Supervisor 3. CHELLIS MAXINE OAKES General "Girls blush sometimes because they are alive" Home Economics Club 1-2-3. RICHAJRD CAfRJLIN OWDONNELL College Scientific "Wilt is an unexpected explosion of though-t" Student Supervisor 3-43 Band 3-43 Class President 43 French Club 35 Studenlt Council 23 Science Club 4, Vice President 43 Laboratory Assistant 45 Associate Editor of Northern Light 43 Assistant Manager of Magazine Cam- paign 45 Activities Committee 2-3-45 Senior Play, ANNETTE ALINE 'PE3IJIJETIrER General "Silence is more eloquent than words" Home Economics Club 1-2-3. ERNESTINE FLORENCE PEIJLETIER General "Laugh and the world laughs with you" Home Economics Club 2. MARY WINIFRED PlE1LI.lETI1ER General "Without music life would be a mistake" Glee Club 1-23 lSpecia1 Chorus 1-25 Girls' Double Trio 1-23 Home Economics Club '23 Student Supervisor 2. LRENE LANG PHILHFQICK General 'iLife without laughing is a dreary blank" Glee Club lg Majorette 1-'2-3-4: Tatler Staff 33 Junior Exhibitiong Class Secretary lg Student Council 4, Vice President 4. PHIL AHATHAW-AY REED General "Earth being so good., would heaven seem best?" Future Farmers 1-2-3-4. DHYLLIS ANNNETTE SOHWAIRTZ General "In quietness and confidence shall be your strength" Typist for Tatler and 'Northern Light 43 Junior Exhibi- tiong Librarian 4. LOwIS GWENDOLYN SHOREY College 'iBusy here and there" Basketball '2-3-4: Letter Alward 33 French Club 3-4, Treasurer 43 Student Supervisor 43 Activities Committee 43 Junior Exhibition Chorus 3. NATALIE LOUISE SOLOMON General "As merry las the day is long" Class Treasurer 33 Home Economics Club 2, Treasurer 23 Junior Exhibition Chorus 3. GILBERT 'EARLE STEVEN S General "There is no wisdom like frankness" Glee Club 13 Special 'Chorus 13 Tatler Staff 1-2-3-4, Bus- iness Manager 23 Press Club 1-2-3-4, Secretary-Treasurer 43 Student Council 13 -Business Manager of Northern Light 43 French Club 3-4: Senior Play. DOLORES 'JANET THIBEAU General "Softly speaks and sweetly smiles" 'PHILIP PAUL WENBB General 'lHe scatlters enjoyment who can enjoy much" Photography Club 1, Secretary lg Future Farmers 1-2- 3-45 Basketball 13 Senior Play. DONNA ELAINE WHITE General "Slow and steady wins the race" Glee Club 1-21 Home Economics Club 2. Scli00l's Favorite Seniors A poll taken of the entire student body showed the following choices 1. The boy with whom you would most like to be stranded on a desert island-Ralph Clark. The girl with whom you would most like to be stranded on a desert island -Glenna Johnston. 2. Pin-up boy-Graydon Haines. Pin-up girl-Priscilla Buba r. 3. The boy with whom you would like best to go on a straw ride Paul Lynch. The girl with Whom you would like best to go on a straw ride Glenna Johnston. 4. The boy Whose paper you would like best to copy-Paul Boulier The girl whose paper you would like best to copy-Christine Churchill The boy with whom it would be the most fun to have a good argument -Vllilliam Findlen. The girl with whom it would be the most fun to have a good argument Carleen Hoyt. 6. The boy in whose shoes you would like best to be-Paul Lynch The girl in Whose shoes you would like best to be-Helen Flannery 7. The boy you would like best for a high school principal-William Findlen. The girl you would like best for a high school principal+Christ1ne Chu! chill. 8. The boy with whom you would like best to go on a blind date Ralph Clark. The girl with whom you would like best to go on a blind date Glenna Johnston. 9. The boy with whom you would like best to play a love scene Ralph Clark. The girl with whom you would like best to play a love scene-Delores Thibeau. 10. These people, the school thinks, have the most attractive- Hair Teeth and Lips Eyes Complexion Personality Eye Brows Poise Voice Figure Hands BOY Roger Conant Graydon Haines Paul I-Soulier tlraydon Haines Bill Findlen Ralph Clark Paul Lynch Bill Findlen Paul Lynch Ralph Clark GIRL Carleen Hoyt Delores Thibeau Priscilla Bubar Deborah Green Patricia Cormier lrene Philbrick Carleen Hoyt Deborah Green Carleen Hoyt Carleen Hoyt Mas? - LZKQI Succeed 1 051-f'-s+3flagV1J Qafleas-5 3'-Pa-f' I A qv 1 C'5na1f0i'f'Zff2 Afii ? 61335 ?7Vff'f' fa -rx' ami 'efaq -1' 1:3 Q0 so are 3 Ofaas 81'M3x and S'is"f'or' 031254 aug Pg? Baa? gfsanaf :fy E 28,1 Pa? bf Processional Hymn-' ' Cast Thy Burden" Bartholdy Scripture Reading Prayer xklltl'l9Il1-WTO Thee Oh Country" Senior Class Page 25 Cong'reg'ation Father Minnehan Father Minnehan Mixed Chorus George Adams Lorraine Harvey Kenneth Fay Judy Holt NVilliam Findlen Barbara lieTarte Franklin Fisher Jacquelyn Hunt Gloria Giggey XVinnifred Pelletier Address Reverend T. Arthur Glendinning Hymn-"God Be VVith Us" Page 141 Hatton Congregation lienediction Father Minnehan Recessional Senior Class Master of Ceremonies - Richard 0'Donnell The Lord's Prayer School Song Address to Undergraduates Class History Music Class Prophecy Class NVill Music Class Gifts Class Ode, Sung by Class Audience Richard O'llonnell Phyllis Schwartz F. F. H. S. Band Myrna Lovely Carleen Hoyt Harold Hopkinson Louise Ladner F. F. H. S. Hand Stella Hathaway Ernestine Pelletier Paul Lynch Elsie Hilyard GRADUATION EXERCISES OF THE CLASS OF 1946 June 20, 1946 PI'0C9SSi0H8l 'tNew Horizons" Invocation Master of Ceremonies Edna Brooker Salutatory-"The Rim of the Jungle" Paul Boulier "The United Nations" Eva Campbell "Oh, Singing- Land," Sibelius Chorus George Adams Lorraine Harvey Kenneth Fay Judy Holt lVilliam Findlen Barbara LeTarte Franklin Fisher Jacquelyn Hunt Gloria Giggey VVinnifred Pelletier Gilbert Stevens "An Age of Science" Harold Hopkinson f'The Woncler's of Tomorrow" UAl1, Sweet Mystery of Life," Herbert Lorraine Harvey Judy Holt Constance Cook VVinnifred Pelletier Priscilla Jones J acquelyn Hunt 4'Tl1e Lonely Roadfl Tschaikowsky Valedictory-' 4 One World Unlimited" Awarding of Diplomas Graduate's Creed Benediction CLASS "ODE" Now, comrades, is the time For us to say farewell To happy hours we've spent Within these friendly wallsg Farewell to good old high school days. Together we have tried Our daily tasks to do, Teachers have aided us In many countless waysg Fairwell to teachers tried and true. Out on the sea of life Bravely we're sailingg Into the storm and strife, VVe sail, We seniors sail, XVe sail, we sail, we seniors sail. Stars of a Summer Night Dawn Hilyard Double Trio Double Trio Christine Churchill Mr. XVilliam H. Jenkins Ralph Clark AES? 5 1 l L. Nelson, J. Abraham, H. Nightingale Junior Class President Herbert Nightingale Vice President Lawrence Nelson Seeretary-Treasurer Janet Abraham The elass of l9-17 has taken a large part in the sehool atflairs, as shown by the large percentage ol' juniors in all the elubs. They also have a fair share on the basketball team - Herbert Nightingale, Lenny Barnes, Geary lioyd, 'l'hurber Lovely, Toni Schwartz and Larry Mahaney. On the girlsl team are Mary Little- field, lluth Vlark, Mary O'Donnell, Marilyn Hoyt, lflarbara lleVasseur and Manager Janet Abraham. Those in the band are: Edith Emery, Robert Stevens, Betty Gallagher, Mabel Stone. Enoeli Emery, Marilyn Clark. Muriel Stevens, Richard Marston, Rob- ert Chapman and Manager Ralph Deane. Four of the five cheerleaders are from the junior elass: Ralph Deane, ftloria Gigrgrey, Loretta Parker and Ma- bel Stone. At Christmas time a few of the jun- iors took part in a l'hristmas play un- der the direction of Miss Davis. They were Yvonne Milliard, Lawrence Nel- son, Donald DeM'erc-hant, Inez Gainblin, Marilyn Hoyt. Betty Mortensen and Gloria Gig'g'ey. The following' people were ehosen to Ralph Deane. The Winners were Mabel participate in the Junior lixhibitlion Stone and Lawrence Nelson. which is one of the main events each year: Mabel Stone, Thelma Lovely, After a very aetive year tl1at shows Marilyn Hoyt, Ruth Clark, Janet Abra- the many talents and abilities, the jun- llfllll, XVinston White, Larry Mahaney, iors are fully prepared to undertake Lawrence Nelson, Gerald Gallagher and their senior year. JUNIOR EXHIBITION SPEAKERS Ruth Clark, XVinston NVhite, Mabel Stone, Ralph Deane, Janet Abraham, Gerald Gallagher, Marilyn Hoyt, Lawrence Nel- son, Thelma Lovely, Larry lllahaney C. Cook, C. Clarke, K. Fay, J. Hunt Sophomore Class P11osi1lv11t i'l1:111cll01' Clarke Vivo l,l'0Slfl9Ill liftlllllxlll Foy S6'C1'0lill'y t'o11stz111c0 Cook Tl'62lSlll'9I' J:1cq11ely11 Hunt Tho S0pllOlllOl'6 Glass is 2111 11Vv1':1ge high school g1'o11p. 'l'l1o1'e are scv01'11l good students l1ez1clml by flllillllllffl' Cl2lI'li0 illltl Pvgrgry Titus. lllally 11vt-1'z1g'e stuclvuts illlll 21 few poorer Slllll0l1tS whom we shall llOt list lll'l'0. Tll0I'C :1I'0 z1tl1l11tt-s 111 the class who l1z1ve to work to kovp up to l'lllgG110 ltovely Pllltl Opal Mcliuy. The class possesses its wits, Ttllllllly Niltlttilll and JEIIIIPS Kl'lg!'l'l'g its XVOIIIZIII hater. 'lllblll lhlCf'I'02l Clllltl'lx are 11o llltlll l1:1to1's i11 the c-l11ss!D5its11rtists, l3o11:1l1l H1tc'l1c'ock Zlllfl Mary Gnyg it's t'l'll 111-11119 til my l11st lll'9?llll7l Paul H:1111l: and finally its King, Jfillll Fos- wrt l3ockwitl1, -loyeo Usl1o1'1111, t'l111111ll111- TCl'illl1l QUOOII, -l2lCC1ll0lj'll Hlllll. NVell t'l:11'li, Ellgrt-1111 Loyalty --11111'l1z111s it's:1 littlo z1l1ov0 21vc-1'z1g1'0. 1 Lg ' 1 3 5 1 P. McCrea, N. VanPatten, J. MacKay, E. 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Looked back and ponderedg and now being temorous, Hesitate to ask him tif he will listenj : Then doing so received one answer, Ad Infinitum tl' Referring to death's Grim Reaper: or death had come to one. Assuming that journey occurred at night. Hllillk Robert Theriault '47 SAVED BY THE BELL fSecond prize winner for poetryj It is just five minutes to twelve As the faculty sings "Keep all your books open Till that final bell rings!!!" For five wicked minutes That student by the door Chews all his fingernails Till he can chew them no more. While all watch the clock There is a loud yell, As the students mistake That last click for the bell. Now back in their seats All the students are sad, Because they have missed, And the teacher is mad. And now that report blares Throughout every room As the students all cheer For that bell that means noon. Now down the east stairs Countless blares soon speed past, For our motto is: "Boys first- The ladies go last!!" John Munsey '47 THE STAR QFirst prize winner for short storyl The snow was falling lightly on the frozen white ground and the sky was dark and cloudy. The night was si- lent, the night was holy, and it was Christmas eve. A forlorn little girl roamed the streets of a shattered and desolate German town. Every once in a while her eyes would look up in the heavens searching the stormy skies restlessly, then they would drop to the ground. Her eyes were faded and lusterless, with depths of black emptiness. She was around five or six years old, but her face was thin and haggard like that of an old woman. Her tousled curly head was hatless, and the frosty wind blew her hair back from her face. Her shoes were tattered and torn, and her coat was ragged and threadbare. Now and then she would clap her bare hands together to keep them warm. It was getting colder, and the wind whistled around the shattered buildings swirl- ing the snow against the lonely little figure. There was no laughter or joyous feasting that night in Germany. In- stead the laughter was gone, driven out by the shrieking of bombs and the de- feat of a hopeless people. Down the streets the little girl went, and colder and colder it grew, until at last she stopped. She raised her head to listen, then dropped it again. She started to turn away, but then she heard it- "Silent night., holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep in heavenly peace." Inside the building a soldier sat in a corner away from the crowd. His thoughts were far away from Germany, in a little town in America. His face was gaunt and thin, and there was pain in his eyes, as he sat silently in the old church. An opened telegram lay in his lap-his daughter, his little daughter, whom he had never seen before was dead! He wished that he were home so he could comfort his wife. Just at that moment he happened to glance up at the winodw. NVas he mis- taken? But no-there was a thin little face peering wistfully into the room at the group of happy singing soldiers. She saw the soldier and turned away, but just as she was starting slowly down the street, the door burst open and the soldier came running up the walk after her. "Don't be frightened little girl," he said kindly. 'Tlome inside where it is warm." She wasn't scared when she looked into the unselfish a11d benevolent face. She took his hand and he led her into the room, out of the cold. The soldiers stopped singing and looked at her. They gathered around her and offered her small gifts. One gave her an or- ange and someone a chocolate bar. She had never tasted an orange before, and she ate it eagerly. She yawned and climbed into the soldier's lap. She was beginning to feel all warm and drowsy inside. The tall soldier looked down at her and smiled. f'Tell me, what were you doing out on the streets this stormy night?" The little child looked up into his face, and in her baby voice whispered, UI was looking for a Christmas star." The soldier nodded his head wisely and hugging her closer began to repeat in soft, gentle tones that sounded like music in the ancient rooms of the old cathedral the beautiful story of Christ- mas. He told her of Jesus the Christ child, who was born in a manger. And of the animals who watched over him, and the three wise men who traveled far guided by the Bethlehem star to see the wonderful baby lying there in the manger. On and on he went forming the story with the melodious simplicity of his words. After he had finished, there were tears in the eyes of the men and they let. them fall unashamedly down their cheeks. Then in the still silent town they softly began to sing the song of the angels. 'tPeacc on earth, good will toward men." The little girl raised her eyes toward heaven-eyes that were no longer dim and expressionless, but eyes that shone brightly with wonder and hope. For there up in the sky, amid the clouds and snow, a star shone in the east. Marilyn Hoyt '47 FROZEN MYSTERY tSecond prize winner for short storyj The storm had already started when he left the trading post for the ten mile walk to his camp. The snow came down in big white flakes and the night was fast darkening. His snowshoes left their peculiar mark on the light snow behind him. He walked at a fast gait, knowing he must get home before nightfall or perish i11 the sea of white. The light grew dimmer, the snow came faster, the man walked on. He finally stopped and leaned against the only tree for miles around, knowing he had two more miles to go. Thirty minutes later he saw the dim outline of his cabin roof, breathed a sigh of re- lief, and walked faster. Suddenly his Snowshoe caught on a hidden object and he fell flat on his face. He finally got his snowshoes un- tangled and got to his feet. He looked down to the place where it had caught and saw a parka with fur around the hood. He bent down and dug frantic- ally with his hands, soon uncovering the rest of the body. He started dragging it to the cabin in the distance. ln spite of the cold, sweat broke out on his face and form- ed little beads of ice. He finally reach- ed the cabin, removed his snowshoes and got the body inside. He first lighted a fire in the fireplace and plac- ed a pan of water over it to heat. Then he removed his heavy jacket, cap and fur mittens, and laid them on a chair. Then he bent over the still form on the floor. He opened the front of the man's parka, revealing a stuffed money belt around his waist. He removed this and threw in on the table. The water had heated and he threw in a handful of coffee and got a cup. He poured the steaming, black liquid in the man's mouth, wishing he had gotten some brandy at the trading post. The man groaned and his eyelids slowly opened. More black coffee, more groaning, then a whisper. "Got lost, saw cabin, couldn't quite make it. Telllf' Then silence. That God-awful si- lence. lt crept up on you, surrounding you and the space for miles around. Just silence. Not a sound, not a whis- per, not even a pin-drop. Silence. He didn't move, hardly knowing what to do next. He finally brought himself to Search the man for identification. There was no identification bracelet, no wal- let. He removed the objects from the man 's pockets and laid them in a row on the table. After doing this, he dragged the man over to a dark cor- ner of the cabin and propped him up against the wall. Then he went back and sat down at the table and looked over the objects. There was a pipe, a large waterproof package of tobacco, expensive sun glasses, a package of Chesterfield cigarettes, which were badly damaged, and five packages of matches. There was an expensive- looking jack-knife, two keys, three handkerchiefs-and the money belt. He opened all the little pockets and drew the money out onto the table. There were many large bills, a small amount of silver dollars and many gold nuggets. Gold! The fellow must have run onto a vein of it and was taking this to be analyzed. He wondered where the place was. Oh, well, he was tired now, might as well get some sleep and tomorrow-well, who knows what tomorrow brings? He ate a big supper of steak, pota- toes, bread and coffee, then threw a couple of heavy logs on the fire to last part of the night. He crawled wearily into bed, hardly daring to cast a look over at the dead man in the corner. But in his mind's eye, he could see him, and he shuddered. The wind howled in fury and the snow blew. The night grew darker, the night grew colder, this was a real northern winter. He dozed off, his tired muscles finally relaxing, and then he awakened suddenly. He had heard a noise. He looked towards the corner. The dead man 's eyes were opened! He got out of bed and went over, just to make sure. Yes, he was dead, the man breathed a sigh of relief. Once more, back to bed, and as he lay there thinking, the door suddenly burst open, letting in wind, snow and the coldness of the night. The fire went out. He jumped up, finally closed the door and placed the bar across it. thinking that he had already done so when he came in. He moved carefully across the floor of the darkened cabin toward the few glowing embers left. He finally got another fire started and poured him- self more coffee. By now he was shak- ing so badly he couldn't hold the cup still. His back was to the corner in which the body was. He turned around sideways so he could watch it, laughing feebly at such nonsense. Then a movement in the corner, he stood up quickly and dropped the cup. The body that had been in a sitting po- sition slid quietly sideways until it was flat on the floor. 'Sweat came out on his face, a cold sweat, there was a sickening feeling in his stomach, a hopeless feeling in his mind. Suddenly he sensed that the wind had stopped, it grew colder, he threw another log on the fire. Then out of nowhere, a loud crack snapped through the stillness and silence. It was the frost. Colder, colder, then-crack!! He sensed another movement in the corner, he trembled and shook until he thought. his teeth would be all worn out. Then he could stand it no longer, he ran across the room, removed the bar, opened the door and went out into the sea of white. He ran as fast as he could, stumbling through the drifts of soft snow, sinking up to his armpits but frantically going on and on. Any- thing to get out of the cabin! He hadn't waited long enough to change his clothes, all he had on was his heavy winter underwear and a pair of woolen stockings. The cold struck his body, but he didn't feel it, he was so frightened. The next morning a dog team came around the big snow drift near the cab- in. The fellow behind the sled saw the cabin, called the dogs to a halt and went in through the open door. Snow had drifted in around the door, and, as the wind had stopped, the fire hadn't gone out, so there were still coals. He spotted the body in the corner, and, after seeing the fellow was dead. he went out and closed the door. He proceeded to the trading post to noti- fy them of his findings. Suddenly he stopped the dogs, as he saw something in the snow. He found a man clad only in underwear and stockings, frozen to death. "This wilderness can drive a man crazy," he thought, and proceed- ed to the post, still wondering of the mystery behind his discovery. Ruth Clark '47 MY UNEXPECTED BUMP I'd been shut in with a nasty cold My limbs felt stiff, my bones felt old So I figured a turn in the cold fresh air VVould make me feel like a kid at a fair. I dug out my skiis, waxed 'em un good and proper Then I started out boldly like a good skier oughta! I kept a slow pace and rejoiced in the sun To be well and out doors, oh wasn't it fun! I went to my Aunt's, she looked thru the pane Oh woe is a person who starts to be vain! For I gave a quick turn just to show off my skill, And the first thing I knew I had had quite a spill! Some passers-by laughed and I felt like a fool I was stuck in my tracks just like an old mule. S0 now when I'm tempted a show off to be I remember the time that I slipped on my ski! Mary Ann Gay '48 AN OVERNIGHT FANTASY There are nylons in the windows, In the windows of the stores, In the stores, in the windows, There are nylons in the windows, In the windows of the stores. On the street and in the stores, In the stores and on the street, Where you see, and where you meet, There are nylons on in the street There are nylons where you meet. There are nylons on the feet, On the feet, in the street, Of the people that you meet, On their feet in the street. Life is sweet, life is sweet, When you walk upon the street XVith a pair of brand-new nylons On your feet, on your feet, Life is sweet, oh so sweet! Carleen Hoyt '46 DID U FYND MI DORG? i hav lorst mi dorg, hee runned away, an I think it all happuned yesterday wee wur walkin alawng, taykin R time, wen sumbuddy hollered, an skared mee rite fine. mi littull dorg jumped, an tugged at his rowp, 'cause it scairt hym rigtu bad, Qthe pur littull dopej. hee runned down the street an there disupeered, i hawlurred an hawlurred, but hee dydnt heer. Pleez help mee fynd hym, mi pur littull dorgz, cause hee mite be hurtudd Q or tide with a eordd. i luv hym rite well, that pur littull thing, an now hee iz just a homeless orfing. hee wuz brown all over, Cwyth a littull yeller in spotsl an yu eood eezily tell hym frum dorgs ov all sorts. ifen you fynd hym look at the coller an reeturn 2 the add ress an get the reeward ov a dollar rooth culark '47 THE CATCHPROOF FLY On the great Aroostook River, Overtowered by the sky, I was cruising on a raft of logs, When scared stiff by a fly. I said, t'Friend you'll be sorry, For all this dirty work. I'll go and get my model A, I'll show you, you big jerk." The fly just looked at me and laughed, And pulled his rudder stick. "My friend your model A can't fly, That's where I've got you licked." 'fJust wait till I get into shore, And get my Ford to start. I'll overtake you, then my friend, I'll blow you all apart." It seemed to scare the fly a bit, He all at once turned pale. And said to me, UGO easy, chum, I'd hate to go to jail." But still my heart beat out the song, t'Revenge this yellow squirt." And straightway I got out the crank, And the Ford began to perk. A mighty cloud of smoke and fog, And a wind at once arose. Nvhile it took two men to say, t'Iiook Here she comes, and there she goesf I braced the doors wide open, And then, to my surprise. I struck a bump and suddenly, The Ford began to rise. It rose a goodly distance. And then began to fall. A mighty crash! It hit the ground. And rolled into a ball. Four or five weeks later, I awoke from my nice long nap. And there was Alawishess Fly. On the radiator cap. l 9 The fly hopped down from where he perched, And straightway took my hand He patted me upon the back, - And said, 4'You're quite a man." He held out ten or fifteen bucks, And said, "Go right today, Into the nearest Ford garage, And buy a model A." And so my friend, the reason That my Ford does not speed by, Is because of this slight accident With Alawishess Fly. NVhen you see me with a car again, A model A of course, You'll know it only cost ten bucks. But it 's faster than a horse. Eldon Tapley ,118 THE FUGITIVE It is not fear that drives me back Into these dark recesses. Hiding like a cornered rat, VVhile the hunt for me progresses. It is not the fear of being sentenced Before a criminal court, But because I was framed by an enemy Who l know would love the sport Of seeing me dangle by my neck. While the life oozed out of me, And the blood stopped flowing in my veins, NVhile I hang from a nearby tree. No, it isn't the fear of being caught, For I am an innocent man. But I want to catch that enemy, And send him to the damned. Richard Pelletier '48 RETURN IN G VET Don't think bad of me, folks, VVhen I return from over there, Where Pacific waters testify Of blood and strife in the air. If I'm irritable and cross at times, I've a privileged right to be, For the memories that spring from war XVill linger for eternity. It 's hard to adjust to civilian life And it's hard to forget past days XVhen buddies were wounded, hungry and cold, And we changed to such different WZIYS. Just put yourself in our place And see how hard it would be If you were taken from your nest And forced to live as we. Ralph Armstrong '47 TRIOLET Will it snow tomorrow Or will it rain? VVill there be sorrow-- NVill it snow tomorrow? XVill the coming morrow Bring sun again? Will it snow tomorrow Or will it rain? Lois Shorey '46 XVATCHMAN, WHAT OF THE NIGHT? The wind howled dismally around the barren rocks that formed the jag- ged sea coast. The rain, driven by the wind, beat unmercifully against the old lighthouse that could be dimly seen through the fog and mist. Far out in the ocean could be heard the deep groan of a foghorn growing fainter and fainter, until at last it was carried away by the angry waves. It is just another storm, there is nothing unusual, but wait, as one draws near- er he can notice something peculiar about the lighthouse. There is no light l ! ! The old white-haired man stood by the window, looking out upon the toss- ing sea. A few moments ago it had been still and calm as a peaceful bay on a lovely summer night, now it raged and tossed like an ugly demon. He knew, he knew the time had come- Once it had been morning, a gay carefree morning, full of laughter and singingg now it was night, a cold, dark night, from which could be seen no end. As he stood there he suddenly thought of the light. The light! It should have been lighted ages ago- then everything would be safe. Per- haps, he thought, perhaps it wasn't already too late. He turned slowly and gathering up an old lantern, start- ed up the narrow stairs for the light room. lt was difficult to walk, he knew he was getting old, for every movement was done with great effort. His deep breathing could be heard winding its way up the damp staircase. His heavy footsteps echoed and re- echoed throughout the building. Once, twice, he thought of turning back. The steps were gone and broken in places. He had never noticed this be- fore, maybe because he hadn't been up to the light room for years. His life he had spent at the lighthouse had been blessed with sunshine, never a bad storm like this. The weather had been similar to his life, happy and sunny with no hardships or sorrows to dark- en the horizon. But he didn't stop to ponder about this, he kept trudging forward, up-up-. He began to wor- ry, afraid he would be too late. At last he saw the end. Ahead was the little room, where the light was kept, shut off from the rest of the world. VVith this room in view, he slowed his pace somewhat until he fairly seemed to crawl. I-le reached the last step, now hc was safe. He turned his head to look back down the long flight from which he had ascended. It was so dark he couldn't see, so he swung the lantern to shed some light in the dark- ness. As he did, it slipped from his grasp and went crashing down. He reached out to steady himself, but to no avail. He tried to grasp an iron ring that hung on the wall, but it slip- ped from his hands like formless mer- cury. Down-down he went, into the endless night. That night ships were wrecked on those rocky reefs. Cries horrible to hear were torn from the lips of women and children. VVhen morning came the shore was red with blood. But still the lighthouse stands high above the earth, and within, the light still waiting to be lighted. And now by the long shore, when the rain is falling and the wind is blowing its mournful melody among the waves, you can sit by the rocks and listen to their rhythmless chant, filled with a sort of mocking laughter and haunting sadness. V 4 "VVatchman what of the night? Ytlatchlnan, what of the night l" Marilyn Hoyt '47 THE BIG GAME There was talk weeks before the big game was to take place. The game was to be the play-off between Chambers- ville and Puddledock. The teams had won ten games each, and whichever team won this game would be the win- ner of the Sanseviera League. QThe S is pronounced like S in Sandy.D This game was to take place in Puddledock Square Garden and the house had been sold out about a week before the game was to take place. Puddledock was favored to win. Came the night of the game, the town was in an uproar. Fin- ally, as all the people were squeezed in- to the gym, the teams came onto the floor. Cheers rocked the stadium. The teams took their warmup drills and then went back to the bench to get the last-minute instructions from the coach. The Puddledock five bound- ed onto the floor. They walked like a bunch of men who had pounded rocks for the last twenty-five years and looked like fugitives from a Jap pris- on camp. They were so thin, that they drank muddy water before the game so that you couldn't see through them. Their star player was a negro who was as black as coal. He was hard to see because when you looked at him he blended into the dark crowd. Then with a jump and a dash the Chambers- ville five waltzed onto the floor. The star players on this team were "Burn- um-up-l3arnes" and 'fl3effie," the cockeyed wonder. The referee blew his whistle and call- ed the teams together. The ball went into the air. and the game was on. At the end of the first quarter the score stood 2 to 2, at the end of the first half it was 3 to 3 and 10 to 10 at the end of the third quarter. This is a great game, folks, and will go down in history. lt is so vivid in my mind. l shall retell it as I saw it. "With 3 minutes left to play the score still stands 10 to 10. Then with only sec- onds to play "Reffie," the eockeyed wonder, intercepts a pass and breaks down the floor like a bullet. He is go- ing so fast you can hear the wind whistling around his ears. The crowd is in an uproar. He dribbles around the players and speeds toward the bas- ket. He is under the basket and --. Now let 's take a few minutes to tell you about that new floating soap Swan. Now, this soap is made from the finest imported castile and breaks up into two easy pieces, one for the bathroom, and one for the kitchen where thou- sands of hands are washed each day. Now to get back to the game: HBef- fie," the cockeyed wonder, is under the basket. He is about to leap into the air, when there comes a shrill blow from the referee's whistle. The cock- eyed wonder has double-dribbled. Pud- dledock takes the ball out. There is a long long-n-n-n-g pass down the floor, but the player turns his back on the ball. That was a very dumb play. But wait! The ball bounces off his head, hits the backboard and rolls around the rim and-and-l think it is going to- but no-it rolls out. 'tl3urnum-up- Barnes" takes it off the backboard and he is fouled by one of the players from Puddledock, and he has a foul shot. The fans glance toward the clock. Only two seconds to play. The game rests upon Barnes' shoulders. He steps up to the foul line, takes aim, and lets the ball go. It goes high-high-high into the air. It hits the rim and is about to go in when one of Puddledock's loy- al fans pulls out a gun and shoots a hole through the ball. The air comes ont and it collapses on the rim. YVill this basket count? The officials go in- to a huflrlle. The officials come out of the hnrldle. It is announced the bas- ket will count one point. Now don't leave your seats. folks, the game isn't over yet. The basket will not count me point but-will count only lk a point. And Chambersville wins by one half a point." Tiarry Mahaney '47 ATTEMPT T0 MURDER The office of the Barrios Company was at the foot of Main Street. From the window one could see freighters unloading their cargoes at the docks. In the other direction the houses were all lined up like books on a shelf. But in all that interesting neighborhood nothing could surpass the mystery of what had taken place in thc lonely lit- tle office at midnight the night before. Ferguson, the detective, passed the door that shut the outer office off from some sort of reception room. Ile glanced about at the safe, the books, papers and letter files. lt would take his assistant days and even weeks to look through those for clues. Two glass doors opened at one end to two smaller private offices, one be- longing to Leslie, the other to liarrios. Upon opening the door, Ferguson look- ed down the room. A few feet away stood a modern desk. Near the desk was a small pile of papers and rubbish that the cleaning women had left. Suddenly Ferguson bent down and picked up a letter in the rubbish pile. Upon opening the letter he knew who had tried to murder Mr. Barrios, pres- ident of the Barrios Company. Yes, he knew. It was there written in black and white. His work was done. He wiped his forehead as he opened the door that led to the street. Violet Cyr '46 FASCIENATION OF THE MOON The big mellow moon shining down towards us made the snow-covered hill look like a large shining hill of melted silver, the streaming light first strik- ing on the hill top, glistening and glit- tering, and sliding down to shine brightly off the crust of the hardened snow. Then it suddenly worked its way, weaving and wavering, to the bot- tom and lost itself in the graying shad- ows of the pines. The light was taken up again to show off the green trees in- to the night. The shadows of the trees were like giants trying to reach out and cover the hill and steal its beauty. The graying shadows could never reach over the hill because the moon had its Way. And it slowly moved fur- ther away, back to its place, further away from our side of the earth. As the moon moved the shadows disap- peared and the coming dawn covered the hill in misty grayness. As you looked, you thought it was beautifully mysterious and majestic, as though it compelled you to look at it until you fell to sleep. And the moon, as l write this, is on the other side of the earth keeping somebody else awake, making them look and wonder if they'll ever see or know of the beau- ty of the night again. Myrna llovely '46 THE TROUBLES OF AN ESSAYIST Probably the most pitiable sight on the face of this earth is the unwilling, potential essayist. For instance, Johnny is preparing an essay for a rather strict high school English teacher. Frankly l'm inclined to have a definite surplus of sympathy for poor little Johnny, as the most mis- erable moments of his life are fast ap- proaching. He chooses his position for work and fortities himself with his needs for the enormous, overwhelming task before him, or should l say staring him in the face, and gulps his last few breaths of free air as he calls for his pen, ink, pa- per, aml, Clast but not leastl aspirins. This is the way the impending crisis appears to poor, little, woe-befallen Johnny, though, strange as it may seem, it is but a breeze for some people to write an essay. Now unhappy Johnny, with grim, set resolution written all over his wor- ried face, plunges into the long, gruel- ling, grind. At this point l wish to point with pride at Johnny's remark- able courage and spirit. They should have had Johnny on the ration-board. Now, two hours later, Johnny is wearily plodding toward the end of his masterpiece. lnadvertently his hol- low-expressioned eyes glance at the clock recording the time into his wracked brain, while he, with his al- ready soaked bath towel, wiped still more sweat from his dripping brow and matted hair. "My, how time flies," his tired mind attempted to think, already the tremendous strain on his mental capacity is showing tell- ing effects on his now nearly unrecog- nizable features. One characteristic of his condition is l a frequent twitching in the left side of his face. Now, two hours and a quarter from the time he started, Johnny staggers weakly over the finish line. His work is done and so is Johnny, who immedi- ately collapses into a long, deep sleep. Johnny, the undefeated conquering hero, has courageously weathered the storm and at last success is his to hold and cherish. Well, so thinks our Johnny for the present, but 1et's look into the future. Hours later Johnny wakes up with the remnants of circles still on his hag- gard face. However, Johnny is still not totally happy for there is still one im- portant question to be decided. UVVill his English teacher like his essay?" Dick Marston '47 RELATIVES My theme is going to be about those well-known, much talked about people called relatives. The joy of living is either made or killed after you've just recently seen an old aunt Cit's accord- ing to which aunt it isj. Of course you and your great-uncle Charlie might have been real old pals if it hadn't been for your mother picking at you to go see him until you finally did. That ruined any hint of friendship there might have been. Of course your favorite relative, the one on whom you bestow a visit week- ly is naturally the one who will do you the most good. If you've got a wealthy, generous aunt, you're lucky. You can always go there when your al- lowance is gone. You may think that sounds a little cruel but believe me, you usually earn the money by just having to listen to her. Usually there comes a time in every- one's life when they're stuck with liv- ing for a period of time with the oldest, most disliked relative there is. Prob- ably the family departs and dumps you on Aunt Sarah 's dilapidated porch for a week. VVhat a week! By the time the week is up you know just how many teeth Dad had when he was two, and y0u've worn the family album rag- ged by fondly looking at baby pic- tures of Unc' Ned. Tommy Nadeau '48 BOYS What makes boys so different? One guy you go out with will take you to the movies, get popcorn for you and help you remove your coat and you go home that night thinking that he is about the most perfect hunk of should- ers and bones that you have ever been out with. Then the next day one of your best pals comes up and tells you that your man of last night has just re- ported that you are the most helpless dame that he had ever dated. Well, this changes your opinion of him, but fast. You aren't sure what to do yet. Maybe your pal was just trying to make trouble. You don't know wheth- er you ought to go and have a talk with him or just go up and surprise him by slapping his face a couple of times. Of course you would get more satisfaction out of slapping his face. But maybe you ought to just let it ride for a while and if he asks you out again, you will know that somebody just wanted to make trouble. Of course he could be getting awfully hard up! Then there is the boy that asks you for a date and lets it go at that. You don 't know whether to dress for a mov- ie, formal, or a straw ride. He says he'll pick you up about 7:30, so at 7:30 you are all ready with your coat on and you watch every car that goes by. VVhen you're just about to think that he just wanted the chance to stand you up, he drives around the corner blowing the horn, just to let you know that he's coming. Then he rushes in and gives a million-and-one excuses for being late. You find out that you're going to a school dance and at once know that you are in for a terrible time because he can't dance and doesn't want to learn. You can't im- agine why he goes to all of the dances if he doesn't dance but some boys are queer that way. You have a good time at the dance, you're popular and have practically every dance. VVhen you go to look for your date of the evening you find him in the gloomiest part of the dance floor talking to another drone who evidently doesn't dance. IIe acts very cool to you and doesn't say a word until you get in the car to go home, and then he blows up. He's mad because you didn't sit on the bench with him all evening. NVell, what did he take you to the dance for if he didn't expect you to dance? Just be- cause he wants to mope around all eve- ning and have a rotten time, that's no sign that you have to. All right, so you end up in a big fight. Well! true love never runs smooth, but how could anyone possibly love this drip, any- way. Next is the guy who would just as soon tell you to go to the devil as look at you. So naturally, you have to act the same way. But if he finally lowers himself to try and date you and you re- fuse, it's just like a slap in the face to him, but he probably will ask you again just for the satisfaction of dating you. You go out with him and find that he is stubborn and expects his own way all the time. This would be okay, but you, too, have a mind of your own and like to use it, and rather than give in to him you spend the evening fight- ing. So you think maybe a slap in the face would wise him up a bit so you give him one of your hardest blows and wait to see what happens. He slaps you back and it wasn't any love tap either. VVow! VVhat a hunk of pro- toplasm he isl Now that you understand each other maybe things will go a little smoother. But since you spent the whole evening getting acquainted it is time for you to go home. ln spite of everything he asks you for another date. Maybe he likes your temper or maybe he just wants to slap your face again. lt may be worth a try, if you don 't mind hav- ing your face slapped once in a while. No matter what kind of a boy you go out with, he will always have more bad points than good ones. So don't be too disappointed if you can't find one who fills your requirements. Joyce Osborne '48 MY IDEA OF NOTHING Nothing to me is something of which there isn't anything to. lt contains a lot of not very much but is made up largely of nothing. Doing nothing is lots of fun especi- ally when you haven't anything else to do. Of course you can't actually do nothing because you always have to be breathing, but breathing isn't really something so you might as well say you are doing nothing. Some things people couldn't get along without. In that case, nothing is a good thing but on the whole, nothing Cwhen something isn't requiredj is the best thing in the world to have around. Nothing is noiseless, painless, heartless, and senseless. Why, women have been married to them for years! Connie Cook STEPPIN 'S PRIZE Veronica turned over sleepily in bed a11d paused to wonder why there was such a noise in the kitchen at that hour in the morning. She decided her mother must be going to wash and so had gotten up earlier. She stretched lazily and prepared to drown out her mother's humming when it hit her. Why of course! How could she be so stupid? Today was the day! NYith this in mind, she scrambled out of bed and rushed downstairs. She arrived in the kitchen quite out of breath, greet- ed her mother and marveled at the wonderful weather they were having. Then she looked at the clock. "Mother, how could you let me sleep? I thought we were supposed to start at 7:00 at the latest. lt's 6:30 now," and with this mournful state- ment, she retreated to the pantry to get an apple for herself and an extra. large one for Steppin. "XVell, Ronnie," her mother ex- plained, MDad and I figured that 8:30 would be time enough to get started. lt 's only a short way, you know." Satisfied with her parent's judg- ment, she started to the barn to see Steppin. She swung the barn door wide to let the sun in and proceeded to Steppin's stall. After the proper greetings and Steppin had done away with the apple, Ronnie unlatched the bars and led the animal out. As usual she stood and stared at her magnificent build, and her shiny black coat. "Oh, you'll win all right," she told her, Hbut even if you don't, I mean if the judges ain't good or something, Well that's okay, too Steppin, but you'll winf, Each year the state of Maryland held a contest which drew hundreds of people to its capital. Instead of the usual horse race, it held a horse con- test which was called "A Sportsman's Horse." Of course, you had to be a pretty special horse to even get in the contest but despite all this, there were usually about seventy-five horses en- tered. Only one horse was chosen for everything instead of a prize given to the tallest, or the prettiest. Besides giving the winner a huge cash prize, you were awarded a silver cup and had the honor of being "A Sportsman's Horse" for the year. Steppin had been given to Ronnie when she was ten years old. She was fifteen now and Steppin was six. Ever since Ronnie's father had given her permission to enter Steppin, she had groomed him and aired him daily all alone. Everybody in turn said she had a fine looking horse but most of them shook their heads when Ronnie talked of his winning. 'tBut then," Ronnie assured Steppin, "those were the same people who shook their heads when I talked of even en- tering you-and you,re in, aren't you?" The contest was to start at 2:00 this afternoon and since Rockville wasn't far from Baltimore they would arrive in plenty of time. At 8 :30 Ronnie's father rolled the trailer around and hooked it to the car. Ronnie came out leading Steppin by a shiny new halter and got him into the trailer. She kissed her mother good- bye and got into the car. They arrived in Baltimore at 12:00 and went directly to the show grounds. Even this early there were quite a few people scattered around, mostly people who were entering their animals. They left Steppin investigating his new stall, and went to their hotel. At 1:30 Ronnie and her father were waiting beside Steppin's stall. Then Mr. Marsh left Ronnie and Went to the grandstand. At last a bugle sounded and a uni- formed attendant told Ronnie when to go. They were led out into the im- mense ring and were asked to go up and down in front of the judges. The afternoon passed very quickly. The horses were measured, inspected by veterinarians, and weighed. They were put through all their different paces by strange men. There were about sixty horses eliminated that af- ternoon. There were exactly twenty horses left and Steppin was one of them. Ronnie bedded her down and went to the hotel with her father. At 3:30 the next afternoon there were only four horses left in the ring and Steppin still held her own. Ron- nie felt that they had done everything but shoot a gun in Steppin's ears and she had acted perfect. Now they were testing the horses' re- flexes. All of a sudden there were only two left, a big white stallion and Step- pin! Suddenly they blinked a bright, green light directly in the horse 's eyes. Steppin whinnied and stepped nearer Ronnie. The stallion was per- fectly still. The crowd went wild. The stallion had won! Ronnie wanted ter- ribly to cry as she started to lead Steppin from the crowd. But sudden- ly a small, happy whinny came from Steppin and Ronnie looked back in time to see the stallion nuzzle up to Steppin's neck. Then she smiled. If Steppin didn't mind losing the con- test, then it was okay with Ronnie. RALPH MERLE CLARK In a cozy little farm house on a hun- dred-and-sixty-acre potato farm in Fort Fairfield, Maine, lived Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Clark and their young son Clarence, Junior. Cn the night of July 29, 1928, a little brother came to live with Clarence Jr. His happy par- ents named him Ralph Merle Clark, "Chub" for short. A He was a fine, fat little baby with brown eyes and a happy little dimpled face. At first Chub was quite a problem -always getting into mischief, but as he grew old enough to go to school he soon was taught obedience and how to keep out of mischief. When Chub was five he started school. He went to the Fessenden School as that was nearest his home. He got along quite well for a while but as he got used to school, got rather sick of being tied down. He was used to romping and playing as freely as he wished and wanted to continue doing so. He always seemed to have trouble with large words so Chub didn't pass the first grade. That summer his mother in her spare moments taught Chub how to study and soon he was eager to have school reopen in the fall. The second grade was very easy for Chub as he was much interested by this time in how to learn new things, read new stories, and how to add and subtract. The years drifted by and he got into the Grammar School and by this time he was very interested in sports, es- pecially baseball. He was on the team and played second base. The year Chub was in the eighth grade his team won the championship. Thus he graduated with flying colors. All that summer he helped his father on the farm. By this time, Chub could drive a truck and tractor and was a great deal of help. ln the fall he picked about T5 barrels a day. One day, how- ever, he picked 110 barrels and his fa- ther gave him a bonus of which Chub was very proud. His Freshman year, Chub enjoyed very much as high school was all very new and exciting. Chub was on the basketball team and took great pride in doing his best and learning the rules of the game. The thing that lingered in his memory was Freshman Reception. Chub had to do a hula-hula dance! Did he feel foolish! He wore an old window blind wrapped around his waist. This was just one of the exciting events that he experienced in his Freshman year. His Sophomore and Junior years, Chub was noted for his good basket- ball playing. He was a very alert player, and quick thinking. He was a great credit to his team and the "brains', for the Tigers. Now Chub is a Senior and Captain of the Fort Fairfield Tigers. The team has made a very good showing this year. They battled their way through until they Won the Champion- ship of Aroostook. Chub takes the College Scientific Course and is doing very well. He is popular in school, has a good personality, and is an orator of no small merit, having won a prize in Junior Exhibition. He lives on the Forest Avenue Road where his father owns a farm. The family doesn't expect to live there this year though, because his father has bought a farm on the East Limestone Road. Chub expects to go to the University of Maine next year. I'm sure we will all miss him as he was a swell guard and a nice guy to have around. NVe wish him the best of luck wherever he is. Joan Philbrick '48 ISN'T THAT ALWAYS THE WAY? Alexander Graham Bell invented one of the most useful inventions man has ever known. It is called the telephone. Now say, for instance, you are wait- ing for your one and only to call. You could sit beside the phone for hours and it wouldn't even ring. XVell, you decide to go down cellar to fix the fur- nace, since it feels slightly chilly. You go down to the furnace, get it all open, and you're just shoveling the coal, when the telephone rings. You drop the shovel, rushing upstairs, nearly breaking your neck in the act, and get to the phone all out of breath. You take a deep breath and say: "Hello." 'tHello, is this Brown's?" '4No, I'm sorry, but you have the wrong number." 'tOh," and they hang up. VVearily you go down the stairs again to find the cellar full of smoke. You get the coal in the furnace, the drafts open, and everything all fixed up, when the telephone rings again. You rush upstairs, fall down and tear the knee out of your stocking, forget to close the doors and turn off- the lights and get all out of breath again. You pick up the receiver, and-guess what? They've hung up! You go back downstairs to close doors and turn lights off and come back to rest on the couch beside the phone. But does it ring? I should say it doesn't! Janice Cogswell '48 THE LIFE OF THE STUDENT Yes, the life of a student is one con- tinuous round of pleasure! After a hard summer "vaeation', in the potato fields rogueing, pulling mustard, and picking potatoes when it's about 85 de- grees in the shade, let alone in the mid- dle of a potato field in the sun, the student looks forward to a long rest of just sitting at the desks and having ex- planations fired at him while he sleeps. The first few days roll by quite nicely because he is taking a review of last year's work which is pretty easy, besides, he hasn't seen most of his classmates for three whole months and he can talk to them in study peri- ods about the good luck he had fishing and all the money he earned so easily last summer. Yes, the first four or five weeks he gets rested up pretty well from his summer 'fvacationn work, but one bright sunny morning, while sitting in a daze in English class, he is suddenly brought to by Miss Lockhart men- tioning that the rank cards will be coming out next Monday morning. His thoughts go back to the innum- erable E's he has gotten in different subjects during the past five weeks and suddenly the building which has been a pleasure resort for him the past weeks turns into a dungeon with bar- red windows and thus remains for the rest of the school year. Yes, the life of the student is one continuous round of pleasure! Leonard Hutchins Jr. '48 EXCERPTS Pfc. Peter Marshall, Infantry, was tired. He was sweating profusely un- der the sweltering Normandy sun that mercilessly bore down on him on this particularly warm summer day. Trudg- ing along, Pfc. Marshall decided that he could still take it. He had to. It took him some time, however, to find out why the officers always made you keep your sleeves rolled down. Looking at himself infrequently as he walked along, he saw a dirty, un- shaven, and most disgusting of all, an over-loaded character. He thought of how much he had changed inside. Here he was, a chain-smoker of cigarettes and an indulger in alcoholic beverages when he could acquire some. There were also some cheap romantic affairs which he would not mention. He some- times cursed. There were times when he caught himself cursing his allies, as well as the enemy. That was for rea- sons of his own. He must be somewhat of a hypocrite also. He remembered how fervently he would pray during the bombings and shellings. At all times had he been spared and always after would come the same devil-may-care careless- ness with his mind and soul. Pfc. Marshall was cynical to a degree. He had yet to find out the advantages of talking to one's self, but laughing at himself and his own actions was a dif- ferent matter. He grew to be an ex- pert on dry-humor, and found that this and his being somewhat cynical helped to keep his thoughts from straying too far off in the direction of his loved ones. There were times though- I don't believe that Pfc. Marshall was of a bad character. I remember how he used to sit for hours, just looking at either the countryside or the quaint costumes of the villagers. I re- member also, his delight in playing with small children. I can see him now, down on all fours, with several children happily romping over him. There was the day when he met the little French girl. All day we had passed through the usual French farm- yards, and deposited gum and choco- late in return for beverages. The one particular farmyard, that I remember, had quite a large group of children. They all had a big pitcher of cider, a most welcome sight on this day. The children passed the drinks around and received their gifts in return, mostly gum and parts of K-rations. I then noticed Pfc. Marshall. He was gazing out beyond the children. Following his gaze, I saw, for the first time, a little girl of about ten years of age. Piquant-faced with large masses of dark hair, she had a most alluring pair of almond-shaped eyes. I dontt know who she reminded Marshall of, but to me she was a child counterpart of Merle Oberon. Something passed between them, for suddenly she came running over and went into his arms. 'She kept kissing his month-old beard and repeating greetings in French. l could see that Peter was slightly coloured at first, for he quickly looked up at the rest of us. We all turned away, but not before we saw that he now had no intention of letting her go for the time being. It was nearly time to go, and I call- ed to Marshall. He was loathe to go. I saw him finally march off, but not before giving the child a big hug and one of his rations. He seemed to be in a much better mood and state of mind, with his face beaming with a big smile. He told me of his closest thoughts. Months later, when I met him in va- rious hospitals, he told me that he still remembered her. There came, he said, a piece of mind and soul each time he thought of her. I hoped it would re- main so. Now almost two years have passed since Marshall met the little French girl. He was telling me, lately, of how much he would liked to have brought her here, to America. A price- less jewel? He told me she rather re- minded him of some lovable fairy be- ing of an unknown realm. He also told me that he will never forget her face. Neither shall I, for I am Peter Mar- shall I Robert Theriault '47 ELEVEN MORE WEEKS YVhen you first think of it it seems pretty wonderful. After twelve lo11g years of drudgery the prospects of graduating from high school are any- thing but morbid. That is your first feeling. Then, for a while, each day at school is one day nearer the end of a long tiresome struggle. But, as the time for graduation draws nearer, you go back to school each day with a dif- ferent feeling. It suddenly occurs to you as something happens in the course of the day or you do some little thing that you may never do that particular thing again. And in school assem- blies when school spirit mounts sky high and you have a big lump of pride caught in your throat, a feeling of de- pression creeps over you, beeause soon you will be an outsider. lf you plan to go away to college the feeling isn't the same. By that time you're supposed to be grown up. Most of us wouldn't admit it for the world, but we've even grown fond of our teachers! When we were nine, ten and eleven years old our biggest dream was to get through school and be grown up. Now that it 's so handy and most of us have seen a glimpse of adulthood, we dread it a little. High school has been fun. Jeanne Gillespie '46 "SCARED STIFF " Boy-O-boy! Wliat a night to go dreaming! With the moon in full and the frogs eroaking a jovial little ditty, it 's just too-too-why it's just too romantic. And to think our Senior Play is tonight. Oh well, might as well get it over with. Guess l'll take my time in getting there, though. It's early yet. Gee whiz, that must be Pete. t'Hi Pete. How are you feeling?" Oh well, he never was very friendly. Now you take Jim and me. VVhy, we're just like brothers, in fact, we are just inseparable. There is that old school house all lighted up. I wonder 'if there will be much of a crowd. XVell, time will tell. Gosh, I must be late. The rest of the kids are here already. I wonder what my instructor will say. There she is standing over there talking to some of the cast. I guess I'll just sort of walk by her to see if she has anything to say to me. No, she didn't say a thing. I wonder how many will be in the audience. I am sure of one customer anyhow. Thatls Mum. She never misses a thing that goes on up here. Guess I'll just take a peak through the curtain and-holy smoke, the house is If nearly packed. My goodness, and we donit start for another half hour! Gosh!! l'm scared stiff. Here comes my instructor. ttHenry, are you prepared?" UI-l don't know. After I looked at that mob on the other side of the curtain, I-I feel kind-of-weakf' 'tVVell, in that case when you begin your conversation on stage just ignore the audience. Don't even look at them and you will be better off." Dear me, what a relief. Now I feel better. It's my turn to go on. This has been a week of agony, waiting for Thursday night to come. NVell, here goes nothing. Thank heaven, I got by without any mistakes. Now, to keep my date with Jane. Gilbert Stevens '46 SECOND SON, SECOND LOVE The radio announcer blared forth the latest news, sounding mad with anger if it was bad, chuckling if it was fav- orable. XVhen he was through, anotuher man came in saying, "Your attention please, this an- nouncement is very important. There are many motherless children in Ger- many from the ages of one to fourteen who have had to look out for them- selves after their countryis defeat. Many of these children have died of cold and hunger and diseases because they are homeless-victims of a war that was not caused by them. Does that seem fair to the future civilization of Germany that had nothing to do with this at all? "Your government is making an ur- gent plea to you citizens of the United States. Will you open your hearts to these war victims and bring them up in the democratic surroundings of your community? You must bring them up as your own and hold nothing against them for the crimes committed by their parents. lf you wish to do this please contact 'The Orphans Com- mittee' in XYashington, T, D. C." This announcement went into the homes of all Americans, filling some with anger and contempt, others with pity and understanding. Such pity was the case in the Howard VVyman home in the town of Fort Fairfield, Miaine, just a small, peaceful, American town in the United States. Kate VVy1nan looked over to her husband who had been dozing on the sofa and noticed that his eyes were open and alert. He looked at her and said, t'Did you hear that Kate? l think that's just what we ought to do to make it up to our son Ray, who was killed in Germany. Sure, the Germans hated us and most of them still do, but it's up to us to civilize their children and bring them up loving life. I think Ray would want us to do that. What do you say, Kate" She looked at him and smiled and said in a tender voice, t'You spoke my very thoughts. I'll write the letter now." The letter was written and sent the neXt day and in no time a reply from the Committee said that they would notify them when the child was to come. A month later they received word to meet the 5:15 P. M. train and ask the conductor for Hans Kramer. They excitedly prepared the room and Kate planned the menu and went downtown for last minute shopping. The train pulled into the station. Passengers emerged trying to stifle yawns, stretched their legs gratefully and kissed welcoming friends and rel- atives. Howard and Kate went to the conductor and asked for Hans Kramer. He nodded and, smiling. motioned them forward into the car. He stopped near a seat and nodded toward it, look- ing down, Kate and Howard saw their new son. His golden, wavy hair was mussed. His tanned face was almost a dark gold and his eyelashes were long and gold- en. His clothes were of coarse cotton and some of the better pieces had been furnished by the Orphans Committee. He stirred and rolled over in the seat, rolling dangerously near the edge, and his legs stretched out over the chair's arm. He was only eight, as the card read, and they could see for themselves he had been of the Hitler Youth. Howard picked him up carefully in his arms and they went home. YVhen he still didnit stir. they put him directly to bed. They took the tag from his jacket and read that hc did not speak English. The morning dawned and the sun streamed in through the windows of the white house of the NVymans. At seven o'clock Howard wakened-Kate and they dressed and went into Hans' room. Kate raised the blind up fur- ther and the sun came in, flooding the room with its brightness. Hans stirred and opened his eyes gradually. Upon seeing the couple he sat upright and stared at them. They smiled. He shivered and cringed, backing away from them, not moving his eyes away from them once. Kate went downstairs and prepared breakfast, leaving Howard to get Hans dressed and washed. She had nearly finished her task when Howard called down to her. 'tKate, come up quick!" She ran up the stairs as fast as she could and into the room and saw Hans still in his pajamas, up against the wall. She sent Howard downstairs and finally had to leave herself. hoping Hans would dress. He did and started out the door precariously on the look- out for a sudden attack. Mary got him washed and took him downstairs to breakfast to eat, but he refused to open his mouth. In the morning, Howard stayed home from work and showed Hans about the house and yard, noting that he was getting over his suspiciousness. In the afternoon they took him to the carni- val and took him on all the rides and let him play all the games. ln the eve- ning they drove through the town which displayed all sorts of neon signs and colored lights. All this time Hans' face held a be- wildered look and he often would utter a cry of surprise. He ate nothing all day but when they sat down to their evening meal, he nibbled little by lit- tle until he had finished two helpings of everything. That evening they sat in front of the fireplace with lights off and the flickering firelight danced over their faces. Hans stared dreamily into the coals and unconsciously spoke in a whisper a few lines of poetry in German. He then realized what he had done and hunched his back and cowered, expect- ing a blow. Minutes passed and no blow was struck and he slowly looked nn to Kate, who smiled at him. He could not understand it 5 this had never before happened to him in Germany. There he could never speak anything his father had taught him without be- ing half-killed. Kate nodded and smiled to him. She must mean to continue, he thought. He looked at her and in a husked voice spoke a few lines that held such beauty in itself, tears came to Kate's eyes. He spoke ong his eyes held a faraway look and dreamily cast themselves on the dancing flames. Everything was quiet. He stopped. Silence reigned. The room was held as if by magic and suddenly a log fell breaking the spell. Kate rose and said, "Bed, Hans." And held out her hand to him and he rose and walked over to her. She felt his small, chubby hand creep trustingly into hers and she sharply recalled that her own son had done this many years ago. They took him up to bed and everything was all right until before climbing into his bed he said, 'tHeilPy Kate's head jerked up and she took him by the arm and said, UNO! Hans, No!" And she shook her head. Fear covered his face for a moment and then he understood. He smiled weakly and climbed into the large bed that was once Ray's, their son. The next day was a very full one for them all. Kate got out a lot of Ray's clothes and fit them on Hans and cut them down for him. She showed him pictures of her son when a child and when he was in the armyg she took him to a typical American movie. He sat through this with wide unbelieving eyes, not understanding the conversa- tion but enchanted by the scenes. They bought him a pony and let him ride it all over the neighborhood, where he gradually learned a few phrases of English. They took him to the playground and let him play with the other children. He was astounded by the manner and co-operativeness in which they played. They further puz- zled him in the casual and friendly manner in which they received him and let him join in their games. Hans did not speak too much, al- though he had learned much English in the few months he had been here. One day Howard brought him home a bicycle which left him spellbound and IH he touched it lightly with his finger- tips as if afraid to scratch the paint. He was invited to birthday parties of the neighborhood children, he was in- vited to picnics during which he was the center of amazement. ln his bro- ken English he told them fairy tales which his father had once told him, and held them entranced for hours. 'One evening when they had just gotten in bed, they heard a soft pit- pat of barefeet come into their room and a voice whispered. "Mother, are you awake?" Mother. He had finally accepted her. She answered, "Yes, Hans, what is it. Are you sick?" UNO," was the reply and he came up close to the bed and took her hand. "I just wanted to tell you how much I love you and father. How I love America, it is wonderful." She held him close and kissed his hair, loving him as one can love a son and knowing he loved her and his fa- ther, knowing what it really is to be free, knowing this was America. Ruth Clark '47 THE JADE NECKLACE I have something on my mind which has bothered me for quite some time. It is a strange story that I would like to be made known to the public now. Although the characters are fictitious, the story is based on real'facts. The true identities of the characters are not given because it might involve some in- nocent people. It is an experience that I was involved in about five years ago. This strange and exciting exper- ience ha's been on my conscience ever since my first acquaintance with Mr. J. Robert Cummings. My story takes place in the business section of the city of Buffalo, New York, where my office was located. It was on the thirteenth floor of a thirty story building which was occupied mostly by business men of every type from real estate to plumbing. lily of- fice was located in such a position that I had a good view of the building op- posite from mine and also of the schools and the amusement park. As I mentioned before, the strange occurrence happened after I had made my acquaintance with Mr. J. Robert Cummings. I was seated at my desk looking over some files when the buzzer sounded and my secretary said that there was a man to see me and that he was here on important business. I had him sent in- to my office and as he approached me, I noticed that he had a worried and somewhat exhausted look on his face. He was an elderly looking man and he appeared to be about forty-five years of age. He had a clean-cut face and from his appearance, I gathered that he was in possession of quite a bit of education and that he was a man who was well-to-do. As he nca red my desk, I offered him a chair. Then I asked him what his trouble was. ln case you readers are wondering what kind of a profession I have, I will, for your benefit, tell you. As far back as the early eighteenth century, over 300 years, our ancestors dealt in insurance of one kind or an- other. My father was a great business man and he owned one of the largest in- surance companies in the city of Buf- falo at that time. He dealt with life insurance and its minor forms. Being the only known profession in our fam- ily, I decided to work in that same field myself. Now, on with the story. Upon looking at the man, I decided that his trouble was evidently quite serious. After having a few words with him, he began to tell me why he had come to me. t'Last week a party was given in my honor at my home, on the date of March 7th, by a few of my relatives. The party was indeed very elaborate, and towards the middle of the evening, I made a special announcement to the crowd. I was going to show them a very beautiful and priceless jade neck- lace, which was an old family heir- loom, brought down through the ages from our great English ancestors. I got the necklace from the wall safe and was showing it to my guests when sud- denly the lights went out. The women screamed and there was much commo- tion and disturbance until the lights were again turned on by one of the guests. It didn lt occur to me at thc time just why the lights had been turned off for just a few seconds, but then-with a terrifying thought in my mind, I suddenly came to my senses. The jeweled case, which had enclosed the necklace was empty. I reeled about in a daze for a few seconds until I could gather my wits about me. I in- stantly ordered no one to leave the house and I quickly called the police. I was sure that whoever had taken the necklace into their possession could not possibly have managed to get away from the house in such a short period of time. The house was searched thor- oughly for it, in case someone had hid- den it somewhere only to go back af- ter it later on when there was a better chance. Every guest consented to be- ing searched for the valuable neck- lace. However, after everyone had been searched the effort proved fruit- less and there was nothing to do but consult my insurance company, and that is just about all of my story." It was lucky for Mr. Cummings that he had had his necklace insured be- cause if he had not, he might have lost an article worth over SB800,000. Our policy was that we could not give any person the value of a lost or stolen article, as is the case of Mr. Cummings' necklace, until a certain period of time has elapsed. During this time, the insurance company would try to recover the stolen property. Nearly every insurance organization dealing with insurance of valuables has a department in which they have agents for tracing down lost or stolen articles and returning them to their rightful owners. By doing this, they sometimes save thousands of dollars for the insurance company. Soon our agents were sent out to try to recover the necklace. They started from the bottom by questioning the maid, the two butlers, and the cooks, but they had been working elsewhere in the house at the time of the theft, so they were innocent. VVe, the insurance company, had three months in which to find the val- uable necklace before giving Mr. Cum- mings his insurance for the value of the necklace. This did not give us time to do much, but we kept working at it steadily. At the end of the second month, the necklace was still missing. All sus- pects had been eliminated and we be- gan to doubt that we would ever find it again. Then after a good deal of searching we came upon a set of rec- ords in the files of the bank where Mr. Cummings had his deposits that we were sure would lead us to the crim- inal. A half hour later we were at the home of Mr. Cummings. After a thor- ough check of the house, one of our agents made a startling discovery. As we suspected, the necklace had been hidden. It was found in a small box made of steel behind a secret panel in the back of the stove in the kitchen. In another half hour we were at the police station with Mr. J. Robert Cum- mings in tow. That just about finishes the story, except that I know you want an ex- planation for this sudden turn of events. This is the reason for the strange climax. Mr. Cummings had been getting low- er and lower in funds and he knew he was in need of money very badly. lf he didn't do something about it quick- ly, he would become a social outcast and ruined financially, so without arousing suspicion from any of his rel- atives, he faked his little theft. He had slipped it into his shirt while the lights were out. The lights had been turned out by his hired accomplice fthe cookj who was later caught by the police. Cummings knew that by slipping it in- to his shirt, temporarily, he would not be suspected by anyone in the least. He knew that if he could keep the necklace until the three months had passed, he would receive the insurance and later on would be able to sell it for quite a sum of money. This would again put him in good financial standing. The only clue to this explanation was in the records in his bank. These files show- ed that he was getting poorer finan- cially, so we immediately suspected that there wasn't any theft at all, and that Cummings himself was the guilty one. This was a slim clue but it prov- ed of great help to us, and helped us find the necklace. That is the end of my strange and baffling case. If we had not by chance looked at the bank records, we might never have caught him but fortu- nately we did and Mir. Cummings is now in state's prison finishing a very long prison term. , Richard Pelletier '48 THE WIDOW'S MITE The young man walked up to the iron barred fence which surrounded the grounds of the NVynmore Mansion. He admitted himself through the gate of the fence which swung out on rus- ty, creaky hinges and closed with a slam behind him. He was a tall, slender fellow with kind eyes and his expression suggested seriousness. He was neatly dressed in a blue pencil-striped suit and light gray felt hat. As he walked up the walk, which was slightly overgrown with grass, he saw a strange figure in the distance. Because of the fog, which always ac- companied twilight, he was unable to clearly see what it was. Suddenly a huge Great Dane started barking fiercely and leaped upon him. The young man shouted, "'Down! Rex! Down!" The dog lay at his feet. A man came out of the shadows and gave him another surprise. The man was short and burly, with dark brows and beard. He had a corn cob pipe in his mouth and he seemed to be enjoying it, although it wasn't lit. His clothes were ragged and torn and he carried a hoe in his hand which gave one the im- pression that he was a gardener. His voice, deep and hazy, boomed through the air. 'fDon't you realize you're trespass- ing?" The young man, who appeared to be quite astonished by the whole affair, said 'tl have business here." He walked up to the door of the house, rang the doorbell, and was let in by a tall, spindly woman. Rather it should be said, he forced himself in. The woman looked at him and when he asked to see Mrs. VVynmore a strange expression came across her counte- nance. She asked his name, and, when he replied HAllan Craig," she immedi- ately vanished into the next room. While she was gone, the young man had a chance to examine the hallway and its contents. All the furniture ex- cept a hat rack in the further corner, was covered with dust. The floor was badly in need of varnish and the rugs, which had probably once covered it, were in a pile against the wall. The woman came into the room and asked him to follow her upstairs. Half- way up, he felt as though he were he- 'ing followed, fpaused, and looked around. No one was about, but he no- ticed an open door, which he distinctly remembered was closed when he came in. He was led into a bedroom where a frail, white woman was sitting in a wheelchair. She spoke as he entered the room. 'AIS it you, Jeffery?" she asked. The woman, whom he now suspected to be a nurse of some sort, went out and closed the door behind her. HNo, Iim not Jeffery, but I have a message from him," said Allan. t'Oh! Please go away! You're just another one of those people trying to get my money! But believe me, you won't succeed. I'm saving every pen- ny of it for Jeffery. My name is on the relief list, but thatls because I want Jeffery to get everything his father left him. I know Jeffery was suppos- edly killed in France, but I don't be- lieve a word of it. He'll come back to me, sometime, somehow, I know, and get his inheritance. But Wait a minute, I heard you yelling at the dog when you came up the walk and you said the same words Jeffery used to. The dog would lie at his feet when he said "Down! Rex! Down!" You didn't seem to be frightened like most folks are when they first see Rex. Perhaps you are a friend of Jefferyis. Where is he? VVhat is your message for me?" "Jeffery was my buddy in France, and I'm afraid he really was killed, but he died for you. All he ever spoke of was you and I believe he meant you when he said, just before he died, tShe'll understand how it is. Go see her for me, Allanf He told me all about Rex and the happy times he and the dog used to have together. He told me about old Joe, the gardener, and how he tried to pretend he was so tough, but how he cried like a baby when his pet squirrel was killed." Jeffery had told Allan that his mother was an invalid, but he'd never mentioned her blindness, which Allan had noticed the moment he saw her. Tears were running down the face of the woman as she asked him to hand her the wooden letter box on her desk. She fumbled among the letters for a time and finally produced a bank book, which she handed to him, saying, "All my money is yours now, because you knew Jeffery so well, and now he's gone and I haven't anyone 'ro give it to. Donit Tell anyone downstairs, l've given this to you. My doctor knows I have a. lot of money and he's been trying To get it away from me, but he'll be surprised to find I've giv- en it To you and now l'm pennilessf' Allan opened the bank book, and looked at it, but all the pages were blank. Connie Cook '48 'r , 1 1 1 r Y, ,W 'V' 7 1 AUIVIHEE 1 y-V2 . 4 1 aw lst row: Mr. Kriger 1advisor1, M. Sullivan, L. Mahaney, R. Clark, M. Hoyt, S. 1 Hathaway 21111 row: P. Guiou, C. Locke, F. Fisher, R. Clark, D. Green, I. Philbrick, H. Hopkln- son, J. Ugone tudent Council This y11211' 1110 s111110111 b1111y 111 F. F. II. 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Johnston, E. Stevens, R. Chapman, W. Findlen, R. Sharpe, L. Harvey 4th row: P. Stoddard, K. Fay, P. Guiou, E. Emery, P. Goodhue, R. Bird, M. Libby, J. Holt B The F. F. H. S. Band has always been noted for its snappy numbers and col- orful uniforms. This year the group is well repre- sented by all four classes, and includes three grainniar school students. Ralph Deane is the manager, and Mary Ann Gay and Ruth Clark are practicing' to act as student directors. An assembly program of band music was given for the student body on February 14, and the band has furnish- ed music for the Pep Parade, and also for Basketball Night at the Paramount Theater. Due to the taet that many students go away for the summer and many all work late, it has been difficult if not impossible to grive regular concerts in the sunnncr. Arrangements are being made, however, to swap summer con- Qerts with other bands in the County and it may be possible this coming summer to give concerts regularly as was done two years ago. Mr. Lord deserves a lot of credit for the success of the band. Besides the three weekly rehearsals, he also instructs the members individually. The meinbers show a good deal of en- thusiasm and interest, but in any or- ganization it's really the leadership that eounts. During the war years it was impossi- ble for the band to travel down state to the festivals as it did previously, but this year' tho rod and white will once agrzxiu be soon and heal-d with the best of them. IRENE PHILBRTUK This page sponsored by Goodhue's Jewelry Store 4 - - ....... . lst row: G. Stevens, D. Delvlerchant, D. Green, J. Gillespie, C. Hoyt, C. Churchill, L. Shorey, P. Boulier 2nd row: M. O'Donnell, M. Littlefield, M. Stone, R. Clark, M. Hoyt, B. Mortensen, M. Clark, J. Abraham, Miss DeBoyes iadvisorb 3rd row: H. Amsden, J. Hacker, J. Munsey, G. Boyd, R. Marston MARDI GRAS Glomizi Johns1oii,J:u-kiaHunt. Mzirilyii Hill, Juliet Almiliziiii. lawrvm-0 Nelson, Jerry Ramsey, tliwiycllmii Haines, John Foster This page sponsored by First National Bank FRENCH CLUB The French Club was organized in 1945 under the direction of Miss l':el3oyes. The objectives of the club are to promote stu- dent interest in the language, c u s t o ms, literature and cul- ture of the French people. At the beginning of this year the mem- bers of 'Entre Nous chose, as their annu- al project, a .trip to Quebec, Canada, which they will en- joy this spring. The officers for this year 1945-46 were: president, Christine Church-ill, secretary, Jeanne Gillespie: treasurer, Lois Sho- reyg program chair- man, Deborah Green. 1st row: Miss Davis Cadvisorj, R. Conant, P. Boulier, J. Hacker, G. Boyd, Mis-3 Lockhart tadvisorl 2nd row: R. Clark, Y, Milliard, T. Lovely, M. Hoyt, C. Hoyt, N. Ginn, J. Parker, J. Abraham Writing Club Miss Davis. ,junior and senior English teacher. has formed 21 writing eluh bas- ed on the theory of friendly criticism. When fl member composes an essay, poem or other writing, it is resid aloud hy its author to the cluh. When the reading is over the ziudienoe makes what eominents are neeessary and the writer knows what to do and what not to do in his next works. The eluh has no dues, ottieers or laws. it is just an ,fret-togrether ot inter- ested literary students who hope to ini- prove their skill hy putting it to prac- tice. Some of the members NVIllll to write tor lll2lQ'2lZlllC'S. Others :ire seri- ously eonsidering journalism as tl ezi- reer. The eluh meets on alternate Mondays at three-thirty in Room 24, where they drink any eoea-eola that they can in- duee any other Ul'g'ilIllZilll011 to part with. lt is interesting' to uote tlnlt three of the winners of the Northern Light 's Literary t'ontestfll'liarilyn Hoyt, Rob- ert 'l'heri:1ult, and Ruth Vlarkfzire members of the YVriting f'lul1. The members of the eluh hope that it will continue each year in the same in- i'ormzil. friendly fashion. This page sponsored by Peterson's Motor Mart M W HOME ECONOMICS CLUB President, Priscilla Jonesg vice pres- idents, Kathleen Ganilmlin and Patricia Donnellyg secretary, Theresa Yanlius- kirkg treasurer, Rachel Uyr. The Home Ee Club is one of the olfl- est and inost beloved organizations. Noi a student in the school has not heard about it in one way or anotlierg niaylve through a fiance or social, or maybe through a gift of some sort Cgrenerally fooclj given now and then just to see what might happen. The girls in the club have a new ad- visor, Miss Durgrin, a newcomer to the faculty this year. Sarah Bubar, Elizabeth Belinain, Marilyn Tliilmeau This page sponsored by Reed Bros. Inc. .li 1st row: Miss Buck fadvisorh, I. Gamblin, G. Stevens, J. Hacker, D. Creen, C. Hoyt, C. Brett, Miss Smith Cadvisorl, Miss Lockhart fadvisory 2nd row: C. Cook, R. Clark, J. Abraham, M. Gallupe, E. Stewart, L. Harvey, M. Hoyt, B. Mortensen, J. Osborne, L. Ladner, E. Hilyard, P. Cormier, J. Bradbury 3rd row: F. Davis, J. Holt, N. VanPatten, H. Deane, G. Boyd, R. Bird, P. Goodhue, H. Irvine, S. Hathaway, P. Schwartz, E. Campbell President ........... Vice President ................ .. Secretary and Treasurer LITERARY XVHO'S XVHO ..... Press Club Deborah Green John Hacker Gilbert Stevens TATLER STAFF EDI'l'OR-IN-CHIEI9 John Hacker Assistant Debm-nh Hreen Marilyn Hoyt Assistant Lorraiiie Harvey Elizabeth Stewart Assistant Peter Gondhue ACTIVITIES ...... ........................... ....... D c borah Green Assistant Ray Bird SPLIINTERS AND SPLASHES ........................... ............... G loria Giggey Assistants Constance Cook Joyce Osborne SPORTS ................................ ............................... ......................... G a ry Boyd Assistant Constance Cook NOVELTIES ............. .............................. ............ J a net Abraham Assistants Ruth Clark Mona Gallupe MIZ BIZBODY ...................... ....................... R uth Clark INQUIRING REPORTER ....... ..... J anet Bradbury ARTIST ....................................... ........................ ...... C I harles Brett PRODUCTION MANAGER ................................... ........... Jackie Webb Assistants Hollis Irvine Janet Bradbury TYPISTS Phyllis Schwartz Eva Campbell Elsie Hilyard Stella Hathaway Louise Iiadner FACULTY ADVISORS Miss Buck Miss Lockhart Miss Smith Jackie YVebb, Ray Bird, Helen Deane This page sponsored by George H. Stone 8a Sons lst row: D. Beckwith. W. Findlen. H. Nightingale, C. Locke 2nd row: E. Emery, T. Schwartz, Mr. Clark fadvisorl, R. Stevens, F. Fisher Future Farmers The Future Farniers Organization of the Fort Fairfield High School has carried out the following activities this year: On October 24, we held our "Green Hand" initiation whim-h made all l'il'QSllllll'll enrolled in agriculture meni- liers ol' the Chapter. Xlfe also held our Future l'itil'lll01' Degree which is an ad- vancement over the Green Hand, and included upper elassnien who were not already Future Farmers. Refresh- ments were served and granies were played after the eereinony. On Novenilmer 1, a dues contest was llPlll,ill0l'l1'GSlllllO11 and Sophoinores making' up one team, and the Juniors and Seniors the other. The Juniors and Seniors won the contest and the Freslinien and Sophoinores gave them a party. On November li. the Future lfarin- ers had their annual Father and Son hanquet. The program for the eve- ningg was as follows: The meeting was ealled to order hy our president. Herbert Nightingale. Mr. l"indlen. with Mr. Kilburn aeeoni- panying. led the group in a few songs and Supt. Jenkins rendered a solo. in- voeation was given by Father Minne- han. the llonle Economics llepartnient, alter A chicken pie supper was served Dy , which the evening ceremonies were Continued. The usual business meet- ing was eonducted by the officers. Dallas MeCrea made a welcoming speech to the guests and a response Was given by Mr. Findlen. A report of the ehapter's activities was made by James Reynolds, followed by the F. F. A. Creed by Eddie McNeal. The honorary members who were chosen for the year are James Estey and G. Charles Stone. The meeting was closed by the Fhapter officers who are: President, Herbert Nig'hting'aleg vice president, xvllliillll Findleng see- retary, Delbert lleckwithg treasurer, Charles Loekeg reporter, Enoch Emeryg advisor, Kenneth E. Clarkg executive committee, Thomas Schwartz, Robert Stevens and Franklin Fisher. This page sponsored by Kyle 85 Spear x lst row: G. Lynch, J. Osborne, H. Dean, D. Giggey 2nd row: L. Parker, C. Cook, M. Stone, R. Dean "4 Cheerleaders Time out as the basketball boys go into a huddle and the cheerleaders come out on the floor to lead the School in: V-A-R-S-l-T-Y, V-A-R-S-I-T-Y V-A-R-S-I-T-Y TEAM TEAML HAH! Due to the rapidly growing interest in cheerleading this year, a club was organized for the first time with the following officers: Ruth Clark, presi- dentg Irene Philbriek. vice presidentg Janet Abraham, secretary-treasurer. Last year's varsity leadersflluth Deane, Vonnie flook, Loretta Parker, Gloria Giggey and Mabel Stone were elected to serve their second and last seasonf in leading the rooters during the varsity game. Since the junior Varsity squad played nearly as often as the varsity. the club decided to choose a second team of cheerleaders to head the cheering for these preliminary games. Those chosen were Helen lleane, Dawn Giggey, Gloria Lynch and Joyce Osborne. Much time and energy was spent by both groups in working out new cheers and gestures to inspire their cheering section in backing the boys to their many victories. At the tournament at Orono, our cheerleaders held their own, in tough competition. with their i'Hllllll2ll Hub- ba! Hubba!" and t'Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!" cheers. Cheerleaders, We salute you for the fine job you did this year in cheering the boys to an Aroostook Champion- ship and a Tournament Berth. "Ft'onstitution of F. F. II. S. Athletic Association lly-Laws, Amendment to Section ll tbl Part tel: Milne person may not serve as regular cheerleader more than one year unless there is an inadequate number out for cheerlead- ing and they are of minor ability." Basketball Team FORT WINS LEAGUE AND GOES T0 TOURNAMENT Fort Tigers won the league in the final league game 20-23, in the slowest and most nerve-wracking game of the season . . . lowlight of the game was the stalling by Cari- bou for 7 of the 8 minutes in the third quarter in an at- tempt to draw the Tigers' defense out of position . . . an- other thrill of the year for the Fort fans was the John Bapst-Fort game at the tourney . . . the game was nip- -.. and-tuck all the way, with the Bapst Cru- V saders edging Fort in the final minute ol' play, to win 49-46 . . . Lynch and Barnes scored 21 and 13 points, respectively, to lead the Fort assaults . . . the thriller of the year was at Caribou when, on a dark and stormy night, Fort ventured to Caribou to play the Crimson quintet . . . in the last minutes of play, Caribou was leading the Tigers 33-28 but the ever-aggressive Fort team rallied with two foul shots and two field goals to win the hard- fought battle 34-33 . . . Dick Cormier, a freshman, played cool ball and kept the Fort team "in" some of the tough- 1n years to win his letter and to play with the All Stars in the benefit game . . . lt was worth noting that the runner- up at the tourney, Guilford, was defeated by the Tigers est games of the year . . . at Presque Isle, lJick's keen eye accounted for 12 points to give him a sure berth on the varsity . . . It would seem that he is the first freshman 51-41 . . . this time the blame for defeat can not be placed on the gym as the Fort gym is larger than Guilford's . . . up from the J. V.'s 'tHerb" Nightingale played superior basketball at Waterville to gain a varsity position which he kept all year . . . One might say that the Championship of the League was due to Herb 's 'tcoming through" in the final league tilt with Caribou . . . the foul shoot- ing honors go to "Chub" Clark with an av- erage of .574 . . . The average for the coun- try is .464 or .110 less than "Chub's" . . . second, in the free throws was Lynch with .430 . . . "Lenny" Barnes, one of the "B-igl' cogs-and we mean big, will be back next year to take the ball off the backboards at will and hold his guard position on the All-Aroostook team for the second year in succession . . . High scorers for the season were Paul Lynch with 213 points, Clark-171, Barnes-156, Nightin- gale-123, Cormier-93 . . . The intramural league was won this year by the Hdark horse" team-Paul Lynch and his "Mighty Midgets," Ugone, Stoddard, Cyr and Thurber Lovely . . . The team loses two valuable men this June, Clark and Paul Lynch . . . Both boys plan to continue their prowess at college . . . Fort had three players 1121111911 To The 0051011081 A11-A1'ooS- ook 102llllS, Clark 211111 13?l1'IlGS, first 10illIl, and Iij'lll'1l s1r1'o11r1 . . . 11:111- 111101 FF 14' F 14'14' 1411" ll! In FF 14' 14' 14' 14' 14' 14' Isl? 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A. 17 44 Foxcroft ACZlt10llly 23 22 Guil ford 42 24 1VaTervi110 35 59 xV?1S1l1J111'll 17 43 Houlton 27 51 Guilford 41 31 Pl'0Sll1ll' Isle 52 1111" -12 STOIITIIS 22 FF 50 Milo 18 VF 234 l':11'1b11u 33 Fl" 55 D.Iz1c1:1w21sk:1 32 l"l" 523 XY2lS1l1J1l1'll 10 1'1" 56 1'1'esq111' Isle 40 F15 423 111111111111 28 FF 44 1"11Xe1'11lfT A0:1d0l11y 34 Fl" 225 f12Ll'1b011 2 I Final League Standing Team XVOII Lost Fort Fairfielcl 7 1 Caribou 6 2 Presque Isle 5 3 1101111011 2 6 VvZlS1lb1lI'11 0 8 .' si First row: Richard Cormier, Ralph Clark, Herbert Nightingale, Leonard Barnes, Paul Lynch, Larry Mahaney Second row: Mr. Clark fcoachb, Gary Boyd, Roy Dean, Paul Hand, Delbert Deck- with, Tom Schwartz, James Kriger, Eugene Lovely, Teddy Clark, Ronald Everett Kmanagerj This page sponsored by Frontier Trust Company As the Tigers Defeated Guilford This page sponsored by H. 0. Perry N Son C0. First row: Marilyn Hoyt, Mary O'Donnell Lois Shorey Ruth Clark Opal McKay Mary Littlefield, Barbara LeVasseur Second row: Donna Dolley, Joyce Munsey Norma Cyr Audrey Gallop Gloria Lynch, Mona Gallop, Ruth Cyr, Carleen Hoyt Third row: Janet Abraham tmanagerj, Miss Lockhart tcoachj Girls' Basketball Because the floor was given over en- tirely to the boys during the winter, this year's season has necessarily been a short one with only four games . . . At Caribou, both the first and second teams lost to their hostesses by four points 20-16, 24-20 . . . these games showed Fort's laek of practice and team Work . . . Shorey and 0'Do'nnell were outstanding' for the Red and Xxvllltil quintet . . . Two weeks later, the girls were tliorougrhly beaten lmy a superior Limestone team on their home floor . . . Evitlences of lack of team- work were easily seen . . . the game was rough but fast with the Fort un- able to stop the Orange and lilaek lasses Who won their 24-13 score easily . . . The first and only win of the sca- son was the night f'aribou played at Elwood Spear U. S. Army Shirley Spear Frontier Trust Co. Fort Fairfield, Maine Barbara Summerson Home Fort Fairfield, Maine Fred Trimm Home Fort Fairfield, Maine Lois VValdron Home Fort Fairfield, Maine Donald lVats0n U. S. Army CLASS OF 1921 Hazel Abraham Teacher Utica, N. Y. Adella Ames Mrs. Dwight Perkins Southwest Harbor, Maine Reginald Ames Deceased Florence Armstrong Residence unknown Helen J. Armstrong Mrs. Eddie Shaw, R. N. New York City, N. Y. Merle E. Beckwith Mrs. Josiah Noyes Limestone, Maine Madeline Burke Mrs. Everett Rackliffe Fort Fairfield, Maine Lulu Campbell Mrs. Elton Fogg Brewer, Maine Irwin Carson, Sr. U. S. Port Office Fort Fairfield, Maine Norman Cary Taxi Business Bangor, Maine Maybell E. Chapman Mrs. S. A. Mortensen Fort Fairfield, Maine Emma C. Christensen Mrs. Roy Campbell Fort Fairfield, Maine Elva M. Clark Mrs. Harry Jones Fort Fairfield, Maine Melvina M. Cogswell Mrs. Melvina Hardy Anderson, Indiana Beryl Conant Stenographer Presque Isle, Maine Marian L. Currier Deceased Pauline Deschesne Mrs. Guy Vtlilliams Waterville, Maine Harold F. Dorsey Farmer Fort Fairfield, Maine Veronica Doyle Wlaterville, Maine B. Vaughn Everett Augusta, Maine Lowell Fisher Boston, Massachusetts Madeline B. Fisher Mrs. Thomas Vickcy Scituate, Massachusetts Rosie M. Fisher Teacher Scituate, Massachusetts Kenneth S. Foster Farmer Fort Fairfield, Maine John Fuller Millinocket, Maine Murl D. Gallupe Osteopathic Doctor Portland, Maine M'yra R. Giggey Home Fort Fairfield, Maine Mabel Goodrich Mrs. Austin Barrett, Sr. Newport, Maine Alta E. Gray Mrs. Maurice Tripp Norridgewock, Maine Lloyd Gulliver Garage Owner Fort Fairfield, Maine Ruth Hopkins Mrs. XVarren Spooner Yonkers, New York Avis Hoyt Mrs. Harry Demerest Englewood, New Jersey Alta H. Kalloch Mrs. Tree Scott Houlton, Maine Thelma Kalloch Mrs. Albert Bennett Fairhaven, Massachusett Alma Kilburn Registered Nurse Arcadia, California Ruby M. MicGarrigIe Mrs. Ruby Stone Fort Fairfield, Maine Mary Mclntosh Mrs. Mary Graham Greenville, Maine Vincent McKinnon Policeman Brooklyn, New York Madeline Murphy Mrs. Lewis Parker Presque Isle, Maine S Ruth M. Nichols Registered Nurse Portland, Maine Delmar Nightingale Hollywood, California George Peters Farmer Fort Fairfield, Maine Arnold Plunnnei Farmer Fort Fairfield, Maine Lillian G. Rogers Mrs. Raymond Kierstead Fayetteville, North Carolina Neil P. Shaw Farmer Fort Fairfield, Maine Viola P. Tracy Mrs. Hollis Slipp Topsfield, Massachusetts Mary Turner Mrs. Raymond Mooers Caribou, Maine Gladys NValls Mrs. G. li. Chase Fort Fairfield, Maine Doris White Mrs. Doris Fitzpatrick Hollywood, California Eva White Mrs. Leon A. Benjamin Meriden, Connecticut Verna White Mrs. Willard Price Fort Fairfield, Maine This page sponsored by Ames Studio 1 4 THE FOLLOWING CLASSIFICATION OF BUSINESSMEN IS OUR AT- TEMPT T01 PRESENT IN A MOST ACCESSIBLE FORM THE NAMES OF THOSE WHO HELPED TO MAKE THIS YEARBOOK POSSIBLE. ALL ARE LOCATED IN THIS TOWN UNLESS OTHERWISE INDICATED. Agricultural Implements ACHORX'S Main Street Dial 3251 Fort Fairfield, Maine AVIS' STYLE SHOP NIGHTINIIANLE IMPLEMENT CO. HGood Equipment Makes a Good Farmer Bettern Fort Fairfield Dial 3061 Main Street Dial 6851 Bakeries Fort Fairfield, Maine TIMIS HOME BAKERY SMYYER GEORGE 131 Mlain sa-ver Dial 5201 The Sflume Deal SWG Fort Fairfield, Maine ELLIS GREEN CO. Family Outfitters Main Street Dial 6911 Fort Fairfield, Maine Fort Fairfield, Maine A. R. C. Bakers Banks AROOSTOOK TRUST COMPANY Established 1890 Member Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation Tel. 4221 Caribou, Maine FIRST NATIONAL RANK of FORT FAIRFIELD L. S. HALL CO. Department Store 54 Sweden Street Caribou, Maine PENNEY 'S-in-CARIROU Aro0stook's Most Popular 137 Main Street Dial 3231 Department Store C , ' I I S Us FRoNT1Ea TRUsT COMPANY 'mm H1 'lu' ep S 152 Main Street Dial 3161 SPECIALTY SHOP Fort Fairfield, Maine NORTHERN NATIONAL BANK of Presque Isle Specialize in Ladies' 1Vear Fort Fairfield, Maine FRED P. STEVENS COMPANY Main Slrpet Dial 5481 Clothing and l'l11I'TIlSlI11lg'S Barber Shops Presque Isle, Maine DELA NO 'S Dentists Fort lf airfield Maine DR. S. A. BUNNELL NADEAITS Main Street Dial 4671 Main Street Tel. 4221 Fort Fairfield, Maine Beauty SIIOPS DR. R. H. SKOFIELD ., , , , Main Street Dial 4721 DUCK F DO S Fort Fairfield, Maine Bernice Beauty Bar Main Street Tel. 5931 Drug Stores Fort Fairfield, Maine Building Materials t BUXTON ,S or GRANT HUNT i1lrfi9lfllS Main Street Dial 6833 P1V01'l'f.9 Fort Fairfield, Maine 01111121111 Clothing Stores 126 Main Street Dial 5501 Dry Gogdg Specialize in Quality Merchandise 156 Main Street Dial 5182 NVILKINS' Fort Fairfield, Maine Presque Isle, Maine Electric Companies FORT FAIRFIELD LIGHT and POWER COMPANY 147 Main Street Dial 6331 Farm Supplies JOHNSTON and STONE Hi-Grade Fertilizers and Farm Supplies Fertilizers T. E. HOLT Fort Fairfield, Maine Florists NORMA H. GOODHCE Flowers Telegfraphed Anywhere Fort Fairfield, Maine Furniture Stores JOHNSTON COMPANY Home Furnishings and Sporting Goods G. M. MORGAN FURNITURE CO. High Grade Furniture, Carpets, Rugs Caribou Garages ATKINSON 'S MOTOR SERVICE Ford Dealer Fort Fairfield, Maine M. B. GUIOU CO., INC. Chevrolet Dealer Fort Fairfield, Maine DEXTER S. JENKINS Sa SONS Pontiac Cars G. M. C. Trucks Philgas Glenwood Ranges Texaco Gas Sa Oil Phone 6161 Fort Fairfield, Maine NORTHEAST MOTOR CO. J Dealer of I lymouth and DeSoto in Fort Fairfield PETERSON'S MOTOR MART Tel. 6261 Fort Fairfield Gasoline Service Stations FIELDS' SERVICE STATION Open All Night Fort Fairfield LEVI GULLIVER and SON Telephone 3721 Fort Fairfield LOCKE'S SERVICE STATION Lower Main Street Tel, 4181 Fort Fairfield, Maine Grocery Stores ARMSTRONGS NEIGHBORHOOD STORE 19 Rrown Street Fort Fairfield COGSVVELINS MEAT MARKET Dial 4171 Fort Fairfield JEROME 'S MARKET Fort Fairfield, Maine KYLE Sa SPEAR Corner Main and Water Fort Fairfield J. S. OSSIE 167 Main Street Tel. 61162 Fort Fairfield, Maine Hardware Stores JOHN NVATSON COMPANY, INC. Houlton Fort Fairfield Easton Hotels HOTEL COMMANDER A. R. Fairbanks, Manager Presque Isle, Maine NORTHEASTLAND HOTEL A. P. NVestnian, Manager Presque Isle, Maine PLYMOUTH HOTEL Dining Room, Cocktail Lounge L. A. Cyr, Manager Insurance Companies H. O. PERRY and SON CIOMPANY Roger Hall Jack Towers Dial 4811 3351 Fort Fairfield, Maine NEAL PONVERS AGENCY Corner Main and Fort Hill Fort Fairfield, Maine Jewelry Stores GOODHUE,S Quality Jewelers Since 1859 Fort Fairfield, Maine HOLMES JEVVELRY STORE Gifts for All Occasions A. M. Chesley, Prop. Presque Isle, Maine JOHNSTON'S Watclies, Diamonds Exclusive Giftware Caribou, Maine Lawyers A. F. COOK Fort Fairfield, Maine Music THE MUSIC SHOP Records -w Radios - Musical Supplies Automatic Phonographs Presque Isle, Maine Photographers AM'ES STUDIO Caribou, Maine BROWN'S STUDIO Presque Isle, Maine Physicians DR. H. F. KALLOCH Dial 5511 - 5513 Fort Fairfield, Maine DR. H. C. KIMBALII Dial 5811 Fort Fairfield, Maine Potato Growers ARJOOSTOOK POTATO GROVVERS, INC. Seed and Table Stock Phones: Seed 4231 - Table 4211 Presque Isle, Maine A. B. COHEN Main Street Fort Fairfield, Maine CHAS. E. HUSSEY and SONS, INC Seed Potatoes Presque Isle, Maine MAINE STATE POTATO CO. Seed and Table Potatoes Presque Isle, Maine C. A. POWERS 85 COMPANY Houghtonville Siding Tel. 4441 Fort Fairfield, Maine REED BROS., INC. Seed and Table Stock Fort Fairfield, Maine GEORGE H. STONE and SONS Seed - Potatoes - Table Fort Fairfield, Maine P. F. THORNTON Dial 6741 Fort Fairfield, Maine YVOODMAN POTATO COMPANY Shippers of Seed and Table Stock Potatoes Presque Isle, Maine Printers FfORT FAIRFIELD REVIEXV Printing and Publishing Telephone 7711 Radio Station W A G M Serving All Aroostook Presque Isle, Maine Restaurants CYR'S RESTAURANT Fort Fairfield, Maine HOOD'S ICE CREAM PARLOR Lunch with Laila Caribou, Maine Smoke Shops AYOOB SMOKE SHOP Fort Fairfield, Maine Theatres OPERA HOUSE R. E. Salesbury, Manager Dial 7811 Presque Is PARAMOUNT An M Sz P Theatre Excellence in Entertainment Fort Fairfield, Maine POWERS THEATRE Caribou, Maine RUDY THEATRE Phone 8811 Caribou, Maine I


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