Camden High School - Megunticook Yearbook (Camden, ME)

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16 The Meg unticook DEDICATED TO FRANK J. MAGEE Days, months, years, centuries Cannot express the time it seems I miss you since you went away, Cause that shattered all my dreams. As long as I llive I'll remember How you would play in the band- Anchors Aweigh ! I can hear it now, 'Tho y-o'u've joined the Heavenly Band. You are with us as ever, Frank, As in the Band we play, I feel your presence above them all, To you-your favorite, Anchors Aweighf' Somehow, to me my life has saddened- Something haunting,-some-thing strange. I guess you took the sunshine with you As you entered that distant range. Yes, you've gone and joined the Heavenly ,Band Where music is soft and low, Where little children laugh and sing And wlhere ,lovely Howers grow. You've gone where life is eternal And where skies are always blue. These words I say now, to a beautiful angel, I'll never forget to remember you, Frank. GENEVA KNIGHT, '44 -CHS- SPRING O.h Ned, i't's such a beautiful day, she said, gazing out the window. The grass is rich and greeng the flowers are the prettiest we've seen in Such a long time, the birds are happy and their coats are very gay. The children's faces are laughing, spring is on its way. He said, Yes, it surely is, but this is why it's spring. You' can hear the birds cooing and the brook bubbling, The laughs of merry children, the waving of the grass, The swaying of the flowers all w-oven in a mass. No one would ever know from what he has just read That she was blind and he was deaf, 'But that is what is said. POQLLY FREYTAG, '43 -CHS-- There was some trouble about the school bus in a town near here whose school was under the super- vision of Mr. Lord. The mother of one child who went on this bus, said to her husband, I'll have to see Mr. Lord tomorrow. The following night at the sup- per table the child looked up and said, Mamma, what did Jesus say? !9 MUMPS! I hate the sound of that word, it makes me think of one week spent in blown-up agony. I feel I have fellow sympathizers on that. ' One morning you wake up and wonder if your still asleep, at least, -dreamy, because you feel sort of funny. Looking in a mirror you gaze on what was you. There you are extended two feet Kfeels that wayb on either side of your face. What a beautiful sight! As for eat- ing, the first day isn't bad at all, in fact, you rather think the mumps are a cinch. But, the second! Why won't those jaws open and 'Oh l' the gremlin playing around inside! Ouch! It's no picnic. Sometimes you wish you had a derrick to open your mouth. So much for getting it open -but the food, it just won't go down. That meal was torture and for the next three days you drink milk and water and then water and milk. Very tasty! A few days after you think you'll try something to eat. Mom brings a bowl of cream of wheat, without sugar and it tastes just like caviar. From then on it's pretty smooth sailing-once in a while a gremlin drills his dart in, a few minutes of stiffened Visage and relief. For a week you wait and wait for that swelling to go down-and then the terrible siege is over. The only consolation is-You Can Only Have 'Em Once! MARGARET THOMAS, '43 -ClHS- Daucett: Nature is wonderful. Miss Oliver: Explain Daucett: A million years ago she didn't know we were going to wear glasses, yet look at the way she placed our ears. -CHS- Ida Gautesen: Hear about Mary Meservey? She swallowed a cam- era film. Bev. Grover: Gosh, I hope no- thing serious developesf'

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The Megunticook 15 WINTER Can you picture it? Myriad snow- flakes falling gently to the hard, newly frozen earth and the soft whispering sound they make when they hit the ground? Why must winter come? some ask. But wouldn't you miss it? I guess you would. The moment the first snow comes don't you have a strange sensation run through you? One of the prettiest sights in win- ter is on a clear cold day when you can gaze oif across a wide expan- sion of the white blanket-covered earth. You see mountains with white snow caps, standing out like sentin- els in the cloudless sky, rolling fields which once had the crops of the land in them. Then, as you ob- serve the surroundings further, you can catch a glimpse of a small lake or pond down in a valley, the placid simplicity of it catching your eye. Other days - stormy desolate days when those billowy drifts pile high, blocking the roads until the snowplows can once more clear them by creeping along and throw- ing the sparkling whiteness into the air and onto the already much ele- vated snowbank. Back and forth, day in and day out, from morning until night they go, finally clearing the road only to have another storm come, perhaps worse, perhaps with not such a furious onslaught, but a storm-. All this comes with winter, both the beautiful side and the cold bleak side. Such is winter. PHILIP L. WENTWORTH, '44 -CHS- HQUOTH THE RAVEN A certain party by the name of Joshua T. Bradley, called Josh for short, lived in the outskirts of a medium sized town named Hogens- ville. He wasn't a rich man, nor a poor man, but he wasn't far from being one. He lived in a neat house that was kept well even though he was a widower. His income was small indeed and the only real lux- uries he had were a pet raven and a prized old diamond necklace that had been handed down from father to son since his great, great grand- mother had given it to her son. It was priceless and he had hung on to it even though collectors of all sorts had begged him to sell it to them for their museums. He used to take it out of its hiding place and brood thoughtfully over it on rainy nights when he was lonesome. As he was the last of the Bradley clan and he was a widower, he used to worry over where it would go when he passed away. On such nights the raven, sitting on his shoulder, would fix his bright eyes on the shining ob- ject and watch every move Josh made with it. Now this raven had at least one bad fault and that was his delight in making away with bright shiny objects. The old man was get- ting on in years and he was getting tired of these pranks, although no- thing his pet took was of much val- ue. You can be assured Josh watch- ed closely the raven when the neck- lace was in sight. One dark night as he was ponder- ing over the necklace, and with the raven on his shoulder, he heard a rap at the door. Startled, he drop- ped the necklace on the sofa and went to the door. Seeing only a beg- gar, he gave him a dime and sent him on his way. As he stepped into the room and glanced about, he gasped with horror! The necklace was gone and the raven was swal- lowing something. In a rage he rush- ed over and seized the raven, his own beloved friend, and cruelly twisted his black little neck. Then feeling remorseful he picked up the mutilated body of his pet, sat down on the sofa and began to weep. Sud- denly with a startled oath he jum- ped back up again. Lifting up the cushion, he stared with his eyes bulging out of his head, and slowly and deliberately picked up the priceless necklace. WALTER J. WADSWORTH, '44

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The Megunticook 17 BEAST OF BERLIN In what was once gay Paris A Nazi sentinel stands, His face is hard and cruel And his are blood-stained hands. Stained with the blood of Frenchmen, Of Danes, of Czechs, of P-oles, 'Of Russians, and Yfugoslavians, And a million other souls. That stain of blood so innocent Neither bleach nor soap can rid. He killed them all so cruelly, A dog at a rnaster's bid. The master, beast and tyrant, Intent to rule the world, Trampling down little nations Whose Iiags had scarce unfurled. Little babes of nations Born of a previous war, Fell while bravely fighting Struck down by the Monster's claw. He pushed them down regardless Of right and wrong and pain. You'll pay for it dearly, Ad-olph When -the lights go on again. He's killed, and plundered, and murdered, Laid millions beneath the sod, But, Hitler, at last you've met your match- You're fighting Almighty God. LESLIE LE BLANC, '46 -CHS- JOHNNY'S ADVENTURE 'It was a cold, rainy day in March. Johnny Downs made his way down the dismal street and into a hotel lobby. He was to see his uncle who had a room there. Stopping at the desk, Johnny asked the clerk the number of his uncle's room. 414, replied the queer little man at the desk. Go right up. Johnny thought he said 410 and went to that room. He didn't bother to knockg he went right in. There was no one in the outer room, and he was about to call for his uncle when he heard voices in the back room. None of those men sound like Uncle Jim, thought Johnny. He realized he must have made a mistake in the number of the room and started to leave quietly, but something one of the men said made him stop and listen. Okay, Duke, de truck will be ready dis evening at 11 o'clock. Pick up Butch at 'Joe's Place' an den go right to de dam. De dynamite is all planted. All dat you guys has gotta do is jest bump of de guards and start it of Johnny had heard enough. Quiet- ly he slipped out of the door and madly raced down to the lobby to call the cops. About five minutes later a squad car answered the call and stopped before the hotel. Johnny breathless- ly told his story to the amazed cops. Taking the stairs two at a time they reached the room and came up- on the 'astonished gang Begorry, me lad I cried the sur- prised Murphy. This is Hooker Joe, famous gang leader and for- mer murderer. The police have been looking for him for a long time. The next day the whole story was printed in bold type on the front page of every paper where every- one could read of the bravery of fourteen year old JohnnyVDowns. Later he was called to the police station and was thanked by many of the city officials. The city dam was saved and Johnny Downs was a national hero. ISABEL PAYSON, '43 -CHS- PERFECTION 'Over .the turf the thundered His superb 'body racing into the wind, His giant muscles catapulting Him forward. A .flame of gold-en fire, 'He leaps walls, ditches, and fences Without effort, 'His magnificent head flfung high. lCrowds cheer him on, 'Butt he cares not for the thundering Multitulde, For he is king of his kin-d. The thing astride his back Means nothing to him, He can carry or 'throw it With equal ease. What is the power That ere-ated -this wondrous creature This king? The answer is, God, creator of all things. FRANK S. KNIGHT, '43 -CHES- Ruth M: I want a dress to put on around the house. Clerk: How large is your house?