Bridgton High School - Corona Yearbook (Bridgton, ME)

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BOURDON PRINCE SCRIBNER Scrib Age 17 GENERAL COURSE Baseball C255 Basketball C255 Manager C455 Ath- letic Club C255 Commercial Club C3, 455 President C455 Senior Editor Of Monarch C455 Senior Play C455 CORONA Staff C455 Class History. Plans for the Future: Army. OWEN HAYWARD SMART Owen Age 18 GENERAL COURSE Commercial Club C3, 455 Student Council C455 Senior Playg Class Will. Plans for the Future: Army. GORDON VVILLIAM SMITH Smitty Age 18 COLLEGE COURSE Entered the Service in November. Junior Prize Speaking C35, Second Prize. EDNA LOUISE STEVENS Teddy Age 18 COMMERCIAL COURSE Scratches Staff C25 5 Commercial Club C3, 45 5 Sec- retary of Class C35 5 Prize Speaking C35 5 Senior Play C45 5 CO-Editor of Monarch C45 5 Honor Essay. Plans for the Future: Commercial Teacher. SHELDON TILLINGHAST PRENTICE Prentice Age 18 ' COLLEGE COURSE Plans for the Future: Marine Corps.

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GERALDINE IDA LORD A Jerry Age 17 GENERAL COURSE Glee Club C1, 2, 3, 45. Plans for the Future: Nurse. LAURA ELIZABETH MCALLISTER Laurie Age 18 COMMERCIAL COURSE First year at Falmouth High School. Civic Club C15 5 Commercial Club C3, 45 g Art Editor of Monarch C45g Senior Play C455 Salutatorian. Plans for the Future: Office Secretary. LEWELLYN HERBERT MOULTON Elly Age 17 , GENERAL COURSE Baseball C1, 2, 3, 45 3 Basketball C1, 2, 3, 45 g Captain C3, 455 Football C1, 45, Athletic Club C25g Vice President C255 Commercial Club C45g Class Presi- dent C1, 3, 45: Vice President C253 Student Council C455 Monarch Staff C455 Presentation of Gitis and Class Marshal. Plans for the Future: U. S. Army. AUDREY BARBARA OBERG And Age 18 COMMERCIAL COURSE Glee Club C1, 3, 45: French Club C253 Commercial Club C353 Prize Speaking C35, First Prize: Senior Play C45. Plans for the Future: Bliss Business School.

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12 THE CORONA Literarlyf TWO TEASPOONS PLEASE Miss Fillie Adams had been a school teacher for thirty-five years. Not espe- cially because she enjoyed her profession, but because it kept her in food, clothing, and her ancient, weather-beaten house, which was seven miles from town. On this particular Friday night in Jan- uary, she had worked late at the drafty country school house. As she gathered up her things to leave, she lit a kerosene lantern to guide her home, blew out the candles which were burning on her desk, and left. It was a two-mile walk to her home. There was no one living in the houses the whole distance. Miss Fillie hated the dark. More then hated it-she feared it. Of course, it wasn't sensible, she told herself, it was just that her imagination was too active, the result of living alone for nearly forty years. As she approached her house, she no- ticed that it had assumed a ghostly aspect in the shadowy darkness. She climbed the five steps which led to the porch and went around to the kitchen door at the side of the house. She started to turn the key when suddenly she halted, rigid and unable to move or even utter a syllable. There had been a Hash of light in the attic window. She was sure she had seen it, for a mere fraction of one second had it appeared. But it had been there and now it was dark again. Her first thought was to run, anywhere and as fast as it was possible for a human to travel, but then she remembered that not one person lived within two miles of her. It was mid-January and out of the question to think of her spending the night out of doors. While these thoughts raced wildly through her head, a decision came to her abruptly. She would stay. She reached inside her handbag she carried. Maybe it was because of her fear of the dark that she had bought the gun. Well, now she needed it. She quietly let herself in and started to take off her coat in the darkness. Sud- denly she was blinded by a bright light and a rough hand snatched her gun from her right hand. So the mistress of this mansion has come home, huh ?,' he demanded. Well, it's sure nice to see you. I'm going to be staying here tonight, Sis, and maybe for some time to come. You must be lone- some here, alone like. When Miss Fillie's eyes became used to the light, she saw that the man stand- ing opposite her was a dark, Latin type and he was holding two guns, one of them her own. My dear mister burglar, or murderer, or whatever you aref' Miss Fillie said quite firmly, You have no right in my house, but, of course, you know that. VV hat do you want here ? I told you, I want to stay here. Now are you going to ask me to eat, Mam, or P? Why, yes, Mr.--F Call me Smith. Yes, Mr. Smith, as a matter of fact, I'm hungry, too. Now you sit right down in the parlor and make yourself to home and I'll fix us a quick meal. Do you like sugar in your coffee ? Yes, two spoonsful, and make it snap- py, sister.