Camden High School - Megunticook Yearbook (Camden, ME)

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The Megunficook 23 HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS CLASS OF 1943 TIME TABLE We are the class of '43, And we shall part in June, 6530 A- M- Sleeping Smlndly iLeaving each other to go our ways. 6:45 A. M. Still sleeping soundly 7:00 A. M. Rolled over and yawned 7:15 A. M. Heard mother's call, but still sleeping 7:30 A. M. Ah, up-fstairsj 7:35 A. M. Up and really dressed 8:00 A. M. How did the Dodgers make out? 8:05 A. M. What's Orphan Annie doing? 8:15 A. M. Sit down for breakfast 8:25 A. M. First bell 8:26 A. M. Depart for school 8:30 A. M. Last bell 8:35 A. M. Well you see, Mr. Wood, it's like this-. NELLIE AMES, '44 -CHS- THEY CALL ME CRAZY I'm a little Fire-Bug Tweet! Tweet! Tweet! I saw the fire engine 'Going up the street. So I jumped up, And .lit a match: Threw it in the closet, 'Cgosing tight the latch. Soon the smoke was coming Out around the door. I felt very happy, And sat upon the floor. Soon the room was blazing, Then the ceiling, too. The roaring noise did soothe me, The hea-t, it warmed me through. I heard an awful pounding. fIt'.s just my heart, I thoughtj They tell me here it was the ax, That all the neighbors brought. Here in this lonely, lonely place, They keep me in a room, Wit.h bars upon the windows, And all around me-Gloom! I long for brightly burning fires, And crackling of fiame. I don't know why they keep me It's really quite a shame! fJust because -J I'm a little Fire-Bug Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!! And I heard the fire engine Clanging up the street. ALMA SLEEPER, '44 here. Is it possible? So soon? We'll soon be sca-ttered from East to West, Some here and others there. 'Our years of childhood are nearly done, And days so free from care. The boys will probably go to war, We, girls, must do our parts, 'Givfng them encouragement To fight with all their hearts. When victory is finally ours, And this reign of terror is o'er, We must strive to keep everlasting peace, And peace within our door. Good-bye, good-bye old Camden High. Farewell to all the class. Good luck to each and every one Thiough all the years to pass. ALMA .S'LEE.PER, '43 -CHS- UNITED WE STAND United we stand Our c.hins in the air, A prayer in our hearts For our boys over there, And ever so proud That they answered the call .Let us hope there'll not be- A divided we fall. Uniteld we stand To fight for our rights, And away over there On dark, lonely nights 'Our brave boys 'are fighting. 'They'll lick the foe And after it's done- Homeward they'll go. JENNIE YOUNG, '46 -CHS- Mary Lou and Greenie were talk- ing about Life Expectancy in Ec- onomics class:- Greenie: I don't expect to live after today, but if I do it'll be good, and if I donft- .. -, . Mary Lou: Ccutting inj That'1l be good, too. -CHS- Betty: If you really loved me all the time, why didn't you let me know? Norman: I couldn't find a post card with the right words on it.

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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

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