Camden High School - Megunticook Yearbook (Camden, ME)

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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?

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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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18 The Megunticook WHAT NEXT? Radio certainly has changed the world. Could you find anyone, about thirty years ago, who would stand up in front of millions of people and say: Are you suffering from wash day blues? Then get Pamsie Wamsie Washing Soap with the hustle-bustle suds, that gets clothes eight to ten shades whiter than any other brand of leading wash-day soaps. Don't be a fool. Get it today. I can't imagine any man keeping a straight face when he reads this propaganda. Think of a married man reading: Have you beautiful fingernails -long and tapering? Have you beautiful eyebrows? If not then rush to the nearest drugstore and ask for 'Heavenly Bliss' Make-up Kit. This is only one phase of it. The quiz programs take the cake. The quiz master starts off with a ques- tion such as Who is president of the United States? A contestant promptly replies, Oh, I know that-Roo-Rooses- Roosevelt is right and here's a ten dollar bill, and now for your final question, who was chief of the Wampang tribe of Indians in the year 1555? Gosh, I don't know-. That's a shame. You lose the twenty dollars. Next contestant- And on goes the quiz program, far, far into the night. ESTHER PEASE, '44 -ons- THE CLASS OF '44 Al-most three full years we've been here At dear old 'Camden High, But we're still climbing up the ladder, And our one last ye-ar is nigh. Happiness, joy, and freedom Hourished, In the classes gone before, But little .did they dream That their future would go to war. So, step aside, you of '43, And we will take our stand To serve our last year faithfully, To travel, hand in hand. EVELYN SMALL, '44 DEATH WAS SWALLOWED UP Of course she loved him! Who Wouldn't? Look who he was. Ever since he had saved her life in the spring of that year when the terrible floods had made the rivers divert their courses to malicious de- struction, she had adored him. Now he was sentenced to die. But for what? His life had been devoted to the people whom he called his friends. It was all a misunderstand- ing, his innocence must be proved, but unless the Governor pardoned him he was doomed! Again, he thought-it was he who had found her and led her safely back to the camp that day, one sum- mer, when she had become lost deep in the woods of Belmont, their Summer Home. He was indeed her friend, perhaps more-. She sat quietly, staring moodily, waiting patiently for the word that she knew inevitably must come, the word of his death. She looked up, half expecting to hear the shot, but-what was this? Coming across the field was her A father, the governor, and in front of him-L i! I! Jim I she shrieked. Jim leaped forward covering her face with loving kisses, as she held him closely in her arms. I just couldn't do it, darling, the governor said weakly. Then looking at Jim, His pleading eyes, his spirited mien - perhaps We have wronged him. Jim barked and wafrged his tail. PHILIP WENTWORTH, '44 -CHS- SUCCESS Off in the distance, a light seems to pene- trate the darkness of the world, It brightens as it travels mile by mile In peaceful countryg over jungle wild It conquers over evil acts, and While It brightens, life has ended its Great Trial. ROBERT BRIDGES -CHS- Polly: It's raining cats and dogs outside. Sarah: Yes, I know. I just step- ped into a poodle.