Camden High School - Megunticook Yearbook (Camden, ME)

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' The Megunticook 21 went in the opposite direction to tell her deaf friend, Agatha Rumor, about the shooting. She knocked on Mrs. Rumor's door, and the deaf lady appeared in a pink lace night- gown. I really can't stop a minute, Agatha dear, but Mrs. Tellum just told me that Mr. Black, the old man who owns the corner grocery has just been shot. She didn't find out who did it, but I've an inkling that it was one of those young Manners boys. They always were hoodlums, and that youngest one, Badd, had been in jail lots of times before. In spite of her ear trumpet, Mrs. Rumor heard only half what her friend had said. Well, I must be getting home now, nice to have seen you, Agatha, and do come over some evening, said the visitor. Yes, it is a nice evening, re- sponded Agatha Rumor. When Mrs. Spreadthenews had left, Mrs. Rumor went to the tele- phone and dialed her daughter, Miss Repeta Rumor, who was wait- ing in a beauty shop to have her hair set. Repeta answered the phone. Hello, Yes, this is Repeta Rumor, -Who?-Oh, it's you, Ma. What did you say? Badld Manners shot old Mr. Black? O. K. Thank you for the news, Ma. See you soon. - Repeta went to her seat to have her hair fixed, and told the late news to Miss Snoop Scoop, the re- porter's girl friend. Then Miss Scoop hurried down to meet her boy friend as they had a date for a dance out in the country. Did you hear the latest, Char- ley? queried Snoop of her fiance. Badd Manners shot Mr. Black, the storekeeper and stole all of his money, and is now on his way out of the city. Charley received the news with enthusiasm as he had had no news for that day. Just a second, dear, Charley said. I'll call the oflice, wait right here. The reporter went into the nearby drugstore and phoned his boss, the night editor. The editor answered. Hullo. Yeah, this is me.-Huh? Not so fast, let's get this straight. Yeah - yeah - yeah. O. K. 1'll read it back just to make sure. 'Badd Manners entered the store of Mr. Black tonight and killed him, rifled the safe, and made a complete getaway into the country! Kid, this is going to get you a promotion. It's strictly front page stuff. With this the editor hung up and went to the composing room. Joe, he bellowed, put this in for a front page headline-Storekeeper shot by Manners in daring holdup raid. Put in that the funeral is Sunday. By this time a cop had rescued Black, and everything was again under control. Before leaving his store, however, he remembered that he was going to have an ad in the daily paper. He called the Night City Editor and the busy newspaper- man answered again. Hello, yeah this is the Night City Editor. Who? WHO? Mr. Black, the storekeeper? Don't try to kid me, mister, and he hung up. Great was the surprise of Mr. Black when he opened his morning newspaper and saw the account of his death. He threw up his arms, blinked several times, and fainted dead away, falling 'against the cat- sup shelf and breaking another bottle. Mrs. Tellum was just enter- ing the store to get further details of the murder, when she saw Mr. Black still lying there prostrate on the floor. She screamed and went running out of the store, leaving the door banging behind her ...... Here we go again! SIDNEY MCKEEN, '44 -CHS- Audrey: Why do they call a car a 'she'? Leslie: Oh! I don't know unless it's because they cause so much trouble when you least expect it.

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20 The Megunticook CAMDEN HIGH SCHOOL JUKE BOX 1. Four Buddies dedicated to Kelly,, Daucett, Young, and Bridges. 2. Don't Get Around Much Any- more -Rockland since gas ra- tioning. 3. Mister Five by Five -Gilbert Leonard. 4. Massachusetts - Jack Mc- Keen. 5. Tuxedo Junction -Hope. 6. We'll Meet Again - Mr. Richards. 7. I've Heard That Song Before -Arthur Grinnell's Swing- sters. 8. Polly, Put the Kettle On - Frank Knight. 9. Sleepy Lagoon - Elmer Leonard. 10. Under a Strawberry Moon - Bill and June. 11. Sophisticated Lady - Mar- garet Thomas. 12. One O'clock Jump - 5th period. 13. Why Don't You Do Right'? - Miss Keating. 14. Georgia on My Mind -Con- nie and Barbara Gallagher. 15. Playmates -Wadsworth and Dailey. 16. Babyface -Bev. Grover. 17. The Lady in Red-Ellie Lou Leighton. 18. Nightingale -Mary Lou Me- servey. 19. Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here -Slopguts. 20. Who's Afraid of the Big, Bad Wolf -fWillis Spearh. 21. Anchors Aweigh - Libby, Norton, and Daucett. 22. Five Feet Two and Eyes of Blue -Jack Williams. SIDNEY McKEEN, '44 -C HS- Goldie: What is your idea of borrowing trouble? Gloria: Letting the neighbors use your telephone. HMURDERS OF THE RU-MOR It was ten o'clock. The town clock over on the Baptist church was striking ten, the streets were becoming nearly empty except for some who were returning from the local theater or engaging in some last minute shopping. Such was the case for Mrs. U. Tellum as she head- ed for old Mr. B1ack's grocery store, known to all as the Black Market. Mr. Black was in the store, getting ready to close for the night just be- fore Mrs. Tellum entered. He was busy putting a bottle of catsup back on the shelf. He reached up to de- posit the catsup on the shelf when his foot slipped and Mr. Black fell to the hard floor. The catsup broke all over the side of the shelf, most of it dropping on Mr. Black's fore- head. The fall rendered the old storekeeper unconscious and it was at this moment that the tovvn's best gossip, Mrs. U. Tellum, made her entrance. She opened her big mouth to tell Mr. Black that she needed a dozen eggs, when she spied him ly- ing there with the red liquid cover- ing his head. Mrs. Tellum screamed an ejaculation of fright and sur- prise and rushed out of the store and out to the street. Down the street she ran, howling as she Went. Soon she met Mrs. Spreadthenews, who was coming from the weekly mee'ing of the Ladies' Aid and Soc- ial Welfare Association. Oh, my dear Mrs. Spreadthe- news, panted the first lady. Mr. Black has been shot-I was just down to his store to get a dozen eggs and I found him lying there bleeding. Oh, it was terrible! I'm hunting for a policeman now, so I'lI have to hurry along. Oh, just a sec- ond, my dear, do you still have that recipe for upsidedown cake? I simply must have it. The L. A. and S. W. A. meets at my house next Wednesday. But really, I must be going along before Mr. Black dies. Mrs. Tellum went running down the street in her quest for the law, while Mrs. Millicent Spreadthenews

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92 The Megunticook PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT The bell rang and the main room settled down for an hour of study. It was a bright, sunny day and it was much too hot to concentrate on a book. Norman opened his desk and took out a strip of paper. Then he began to tear off small pieces. He felt that he was getting skillful in throwing spitballs. Taking an elas- tic and inserting the piece of paper, he aimed carefully and plop-Bet- ty turned around angrily. Muttering threats she again turned to her studying. Only poor Betty was des- tined for Norman's victim that af- ternoon. For suddenly she jumped as a hard spitball bounced off her head. Norman was smiling with satisfaction. After all, practice makes perfect. Taking -careful aim he let go at a road map, which someone was studying industriously. Too bad, just a little to the left and it would have been a bull's eye. Oh, well, if at first you don't succeed try, try, again. Norman took aim again. Plop! Ah! he thought, I'm getting better all the time. Turning around to get another piece of paper, he was surprised to see someone standing beside his desk. COh! Ohlh Looking up he be- held Miss Keating, the teacher. Poor Norman. He was still sitting at his desk at four o'clock when I went home. DOROTHY WASGATT, '43 -CHS- Miss Keating: Cin Sophomore Englishj Jameson, give the verb forms of drink. Jameson: I drank yesterday. I drink today. I'm drunk tomorrow and I'll have a hang-over the next day. -CHS- It was reported that somebody was making wool out of milk. That must make the cows feel rather sheepish. WHY? We are in a camp somewhere in New Guinea. As we go off duty we see a new group of boys arriving to replace those lost in the last month. They are typical fliers, happy, cocky, joking, and yet, underneath it all, serious, hoping to finish the job quickly and get back home. We are introduced to some of them. They take us to the ofHcer's club for a drink or a dance. We are eager to hear any news which they have brought from the States and are overjoyed if we happen to meet someone from our own home state or town. Late at night we part and all try to get what sleep we can. The next day the new boys are as- signed to regular ships and patrols. During the afternoons when the first patrols are back, they start to bring in the wounded. That pale face and distorted form is a bom- bardier to Whom we were introduc- ed on the night of his arrival. That pitiful armless creature who stares at us as we go by is a young rear- gunner who brought fresh cigaret- tes into camp with him. That mangl- ed figure with the blanket over its face is a Captain who danced with us on the moonlight beach to music supplied by the C0lonel's phono- graph. As we hear the sunset patrol take off we wonder when it will be over and if it is all necessary, and why? SARAH HARY, '43 -CHS- THE OLD SCHOOL BUS For three years now I've stood the test 'Of riding in a Dodge that's blesse-d Witih rattles, knocks, and broken springs, And many other different things. We've traveled through sun and rain, And not one kid dared complain 'Of wind that hit them in the neck That came from windows made a wreck By boys wh-o .push and shove like time, To be the first to get in lin-e. If this old bus will just hold fast Till my last year is safely past, Then to car heaven sfhe can go, And may she rest an-d peace abide, For it sure didn't with us inside. AUDREY GRASSOW, '44