Camden High School - Megunticook Yearbook (Camden, ME)

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Two tattered blankets, each stuffed with send to make the semblance of a sleeping human being. Two pathetic notes, each weighted with rocks end lying near the blankets, which reed as follows: To my best friend Charley: I am going away--into the desert. You will go beck--to life. Don't make my sacrifice vein by trying to follow me. I'm glad I couldn't keep my word. Your humble friend, Karl. My deer little fair-haired Karl: With the remaining water you can reach civilization. I'm going out into the desert. Don't follow me because it would be of no use. We'd both be goners. New be e nice little boy and run along home. So long. Charley. John A. Knight, '54. THE LOCKET When Beverley was sixteen years old her grandmother, who was very ill, called her to her bedside and told her she had something very important to tell her. She held in her hend e black velvet box and it was in the shape of e heert. Beverley was ell excited end so the grandmother, to soothe her, told her sho must listen first to the story end then she might see what was in the box. Here is the story which Beverley's grandmother told her: Wwhen my greet grandmother was e smell girl, she lived in Eng- lend. She was very fond of jewelry, especially lockets, but her family were too poor to get these smell luxuries for her and thus she was deprived of her heert's desire. WSho had the habit of going fer into the forest to pley and one dey she discovered e min lying on the ground, apparently hurt. She ren heme end get her older brother to help her. The two of them together get the men to the house end then, es her mother end father were both nwey, bathed his wounds end gave him some nourishe ment. In e short while the man beceme conscious and soon regained his strength. Then, without one word of acknowledgment for helping him, he arose and went upon his wey. Lorraine, ns her name was, was very much disewnointed, because he hed never even told her his name. NA month later, one evening, there came Q knock et the door and when the mother answered it, she received from the hands of n 15.

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messenger e velvet box in the shape of a heart. It was addressed to the small girl who had bathed his wounds, and was from 'her f friend, the King of England.N Eagerly Lorraine opened it and it was the very thing which I hold here in my hand. To you, Beverley, I am giving this precious gift as you are the next in line. It is your duty, when you have a daughter of sixteen, to call her to you, tell her this story which I have teh you, and give her this present. This has been done ever since my great-grandmother received this and I expect you to carry it on.N ' . W'Oh, I will, grandmother,' replied Beverley, 'I solemnly pro- mise. And now please show me the present. I'm so eager to see it.' The grandmother then opened the box and there on pale, blue satin was a small gold hoeket with a small diamond in the very cen- ter. The locket opened, and there inside was a faded picture of the King. Words could not express the happiness of Beverley as she tenderly lifted it and fastened it around her neck. Thelma Doucette, '55, THE REWARD OF PATITDCE When I went to Cape Cod to visit Cousin Jane I was told a very touching story of a woman's devotion. I noticed that every time a boat passed through the canal, Cousin Jane always went to the porch and waved to it. My uncle told me how, years ago, Jane had been engaged to a young sea captain. He was tall and handsome, and the most popular young man around there. He had gone out on a trip around the world, and all that ever came back was the news that the ship had been captured by Chinese pirates, and that all on board had been killed. But somehow Jane continued to feel that her Cordon was alive! So, from the day she heard this tragic news, she had started waving to all passing ships in the forlorn hope that Gordon might be on it. While I was there Cousin Jane was taken sick with the fever and during an awful storm she was out of medicine and dangerously ill. Old Joe, e human wreck, who worked on the place offered, in fact insisted, on going for the medicine. Joe was a broken man. His arms, legs, and face were distorted. No one knew why. He returned with the quinine and took it up to her. She started raving about the soothing qualities of Joe, and then suddenly she appeared normal, but called Joe, Gordon! She insisted on it until Joe finally admitted that he was Gordon 16.