Ashland High School - Echoes Yearbook (Ashland, ME)

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Frrmt row, left to right: J. McHatten, J. Beaulieu, B. West, J. Prue, E. Rand, P. Web- ber, M. Bartlett, M. Soucier, E. Cowett, C. Pierce, M. St. Peter, M. Colbath. Second row: D. Corbin, L. Lyons, L. Flint, E. Page. S Belyea, N. Cloukey, J. Flint, S. Beaulieu, B. Cloukey, F. Deabay, V. Pelky, B. White, M. Lafalnd, H. Baxter. Third row: D. Soucy, L. Soucier, R. Chasse, C. Goodblood, R. Davenport, D. Cameron, C. Bodge, N. Riley, B. Howes, H. Searway Mr. Buckley. Fourth row: D. Colbath, F. Tardie, P. Bragdon, L. Tardiff, O. Chagnon, IF. Walker, W. Pierce, F. Langille, V. Clark, T. Coffin, R. Grant. FRESHMAN CLASS School opened this year with the Freshman Class the largest by far, with an enrollment of 54. The teachers and upperclassmen were alarmed when they watched the green Freshmen pass in view. But soon the Sophomores took command. The day of Freshman Recep- tion dawn-ed, and with it came the Freshmen in our weird attire. Boys wore make-up, bedroom slippers, bath- ing caps and girls' bathing suits over long underwear. The girls wore rubber boots and burlap sacks, tastefuly sashed with rope, over long underwear. Classes were delayed as we were re- quired to remove our footgear whenever we entered a room. But it was soon over, and we were allowed to take our right- ful places as the newest class of A. C. H. S. We sponsored two socials during the year, which were very successful. Our class officers were: President .,,...,., . . . ..-Paul Webber Vice President ....., .. .... .Marilyn Bartlett Secretary ...,.,,. , .. ,,,.,,.,Edna Rand Treasurer ,. Jeanette Prue

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Front row, left to right: A. Ouellette. J. Wakefield, A. Cowett, I Damboise. K. Diedrich- sen, B. Searway, A. Orcutt, A. Sutherland, C. Robinson, M. Berry, L. Bolstridge. S8l3077f' row: R. Cook, V. White. M. Jimmo. D. MacIntosh. J. Weaver, J. MacNally, 0. Clark, C. Currier, J. Reed, E. Eastman Mrs. Evelyn Dearborn. Third row: R. Bolstridge, D. St. Peter, H. Howes, C. Jimmo, G. Pike, B. Michaud, P. Sutherland, A. Boucher, W. Caron, N. Tucker, P. O'Clair. Last row: W. O'Clair, G. Michaud, C. Stevens, A. Hancock, F. Allen, R. Savary, E. Cyr, L. Bossie, H. Bolstridge. Absent when picture was taken: C. Hews, W. Lewin, E. Michaud, D. Soucy. SOPHOMORE CLASS The Sophomore Class started this year with an enrollment of 32 pupils. Early in the school year we held a class meeting in which we elected the class officers. We chose as president, Karl Diedrichseng vice president, Irene Damboiseg treasurer, Carlton Jimmo, and secretary, Alfred Cowett. Two of our class represented us in the Student Council. They were Frank Allen and Barbara Searway. On September 7, 1949, we held a meeting to decide on Freshman Recep- tion, and to find out when and where it would take place. We decided to hold this at the Grange Hall on October 21, 1949. The affair was very successful. The Sophomore Play, Candy Goes on a Diet was given at the new High School Gym on March 28, 1950. The cast, under the direction of Mrs. Evelyn Dearborn, gave a grand performance. The cast included Barbara Searway, Norman Tucker, Joyce Reed, Frank Allen, Alfred Cowett, Dawn MacIntosh, and Carolyn Currie. Some of the Sophomore boys were active in basketball this year. They proved to be good winners as well as good losers.

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Elf' tint' rg L I no ' x MISTAKEN AMBITION Mommy, Mommy, called the little boy excitedly, come see the funny man out here. He is playing some kind of a machine and he has the funniest animal wearing a tall hat. Tommy, won't you please be quiet? I have my housework to do and I can't bother with you. Go and play like a good boy and don't get dirty! With these words, tired Mrs. Brown resumed her work. There was still so much to do. Crestfallen blond Tommy, who was lonely and greatly attracted by the man, started to follow him. He didn't intend to run away but, oh, the music sounded so nice and the animal was so funny. Suddenly Mrs. Brown was conscious of a great stillness or quietness in the air. Tommy, who was always talking and laughing, was silent. Tommy, Tommy, where are you? Silence an- swered her spoken plea. What had Tommy wanted this morning? He spoke of a bird,-no. an animal and a man. The man was sing- ing or playing- Just then a notice over the radio in- terrupted Mrs. Brown's thought. Attention, everyone, be on the look- out for an organ grinder and a monkey! This man is a dangerous killer! Last seen on Brooks St. Mrs. Brown almost fainted. Tommv was in danger! It was this man that had attracted Tommy and he had fol- lowed him. Perhaps right now Tom- my's body was lying in some isolated ditch. Mrs. Brown threw down her duster and almost fiew out the door into the street. In her agony she did not think to notify the police. The residents of Brooks St. saw a strange spectacle that afternoon. Mrs. Brown, always so neat and sedate, was running down the street, with no thought of her appearance, sobbing as if her heart would break. Down Brooks Street, up Adams Street, and through Bacon Street-Oh, where was Tommy? Finally she asked a policeman on the street if he knew anything about the organ grinder. Why, yes, answered the policeman, he was caught soon after the radio broadcast. Did he have a small curly-haired boy with him, My Tommy followed him this morning and I can't End him. You said his name was Tommy and he has curly hair, There was a boy with him and he is at the police station. He couldn't remember where he lived. He is probably eating his dinner, now. Mrs. Brown scarcely waited for the policeman to finish, but hiurried to the station. There, she found Tommy, all grins, and with dirty hands and face. As she tucked him into his crib that night, she resolved that she would never again be too tired and busy to listen to Tommy. Housework and the cares of her day were unimportant compared to the safety of her little son. JOAN PIERCE '50 THE LOVING STAR If you were a star Way -up in the sky I'd crawl through the heavens To be where you are. I'd stand in the night And see what I might, But I'd try to be Near you all through the night. MYRNA SOUCIER '53 National Poetry Association