Camden High School - Megunticook Yearbook (Camden, ME)

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THE MEGUNTICOOK I5 didn't have time to get under cover. Twelve men were killed and two wound- ed. Sunday: Had brief services for the men killed yesterday. Some of the boys are coming down with a fever. One is quite ill. Monday: Five Jap bombens went over today. Dropped several bombs. One landed so close that the shrapnel injured quite a few men. A boy of about eighteen years brought in our first Jap. A sniper that had gone asleep and fallen out of a tree. The Jap doesn't look very old, either. He doesn't talk much, but watches everything we do. Tuesday: I'm beginning to feel a little sick, my- self. Could be fatigue, and it could be the fever that a lot more are ill with. Our provisions are running low. Hope we get some more within two weeks. Three men died today of the everlasting fever. Wednesday: Expect another raid. Not very many men left here. Reports were made that quite a few Japanese landed on the oth- er side of the island last night. We're going to investigate. Thursday: Ran into a large nest of Japs. They killed quite a few of our men. There aren't enough of our men to stop the Japs, but we're going to try. Friday: Tried to storm the Jap nest by sur- prise, but they wiped out all but 58 of us. They're closing in on us, slowly, but we're not giving up hope. A little ammu- nition and supplies would help us a lot now. If we do get some, things will be O. K. for a while, but if we don't, you know the rest. Helen Eaton, '44 -CHS- SAY IT WITH MUSIC It was In the Good Old Summer Time when Sunbonnet Sue met Ben Bolt down by The Old Mill Stream. She was wear- ing her Sweet Little Alice Blue Gown, and he asked her if she would care to take a ride on his Bicycle Built for Two. They rode By the Banks of the Wabash until The Wise Old Owl came out for the evening. Returning home By the Light of the Silvery Moon, they turned sharply to avoid hitting Old Black Joe and ran into a tree. Sunbonnet Sue screamed Scatterbrain as Ben Bolt got up rubbing himself and saying I Won- der if You Feel the Way I Do. Ben Bolt borrowed an Old Gray Mare from the Farmer in the Dell. If the Old Gray Mare has been as speedy as Ferdinand, The Bull they might have reached home be- fore Three O'clock in the Morning. Sun- bonnet Sue now wishes that she had put on her Old Gray Bonnet and gone with her mother to Aunt Dinal1's Quilting Party. Evelyn Small, '44 -CHS- HIGH SCHOOL BOOK LIST FOUR YEARS IN PARADISE .... C. I-I. S. Life IF I HAD FOUR APPLES ........ Mr. Shibles OLD WIVE'S TALES Jokes told during lunch period in Room 8 GREEN HELL ............... Freshman Year GREAT EXPECTATIONS ........ Class of '44 SO BIG ....................... Eddie Burke THE FAMILY ............... C. H. S. Faculty NEIGHBORS TO THE SOUTH Rockport H. S. students OUT OF THE TEST TUBE ......... Bill True LIVELY LADY .............. Frances Dailey THE YEARLING ................. Freshmen VANITY FAIR ..... . . .Walter Wadsworth ONE WORLD ................... Senior Year THE DEERSLAYER .............. C. Stearns PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. . .Arthur and Helen NONSUCH ................. THE BIG BOYS DRUMS ....................... Edna Rankin TWO YEARS BEFORE THE MAST Joe Sawyer NIGHT FLIGHT ..... Leonard, Marriner, Spear MORTAL STORM ........ Second study period THE CRISIS .................. Makeup Week A THOUSAND SHALL FALL .......... Exams THE RETURN OF THE NATIVE. .Jay Bracey SMOKY ..................... Elmer Leonard THE STORY OF MY LIFE ........ Sid Mclieen THOROFARE ................. Main Corridor WE TOOK TO THE WOODS .... Hope students THE LAST FULL MEASURE ..... Music room UP FROM SLAVERY ...... Incoming Freshmen

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14 THE MEGUNTICOOK A SAGA IN THE MELODRAMATIC His tail flying straight out from his back into the breeze, Catch-Me-If-You- Can carried his rider down into the rocky gulch. The rain the night before had honey-combed the rocks, leaving the path somewhat hazardous, but Catch-Me-If-You-Can did not falter as he picked his way steadily onward to finish the last few miles of his journey homeward. The rider, Percival Baxter by name, a short, fat, bald man with bushy eye- brows, about forty years of age, seated arrogantly on his horse, thought. His thoughts were of his father's home, the home to which he was now hastening. He hated the place and had called his father crazy to have ever bought a house so far from civilization that one had to ride horseback for miles over rough terrain in order to get there. The lacy shadows of the summer af- ternoon were growing into blankets of heaviness as dusk fell upon the valley. Leaving Catch Me-If-You-Can with the stable boy, Percival waddled into the dark gloomy mansion. A servant said his father was up stairs in the library. As he climbed the heavy oaken stairs, he was filled with the dread of meeting once again this man, his father, to whom his mother had given her youth and strength only to have died of a broken heart when he decided he loved her no more. Percival wondered if he could stand to live in the same house with this man whom he had grown to despise in spite of blood relationship. Entering the library, Percival saw through blurred eyes stirred up with emotion and gin the figure of his father seated at his desk apparently quite un- aware of the presence of his son. Percival cleared his throat to make room for words. No response. Papa, uttered Percival. Still no response. But what was this? Suddenly Percival real- ized the truth-his old man could not re- spond because his old man was quite dead. Dead from the result of an over dose of self pity taken constantly since the departure of his beloved wife. She had been his financier for forty faithful years, but now his beloved wife was gone and he could no longer pay his in- come tax! Philip Wentworth, '44 -CHS- DIARY OF A MARINE Sunday: Landed on a small island near Ba- taan this morning at 3:15. Started set- ting up our equipment as soon as pos- sible. All of us are exhausted tonight but don't dare to go to sleep for fear we won't wake up again. Monday: A Japanese scouting plane went over this afternoon, flying low. We kept down and within ten minutes he was out of sight. Tuesday: Some of the men haven't slept since we landed-eaten very little. Haven't seen any Japanese on the island as yet. Wednesday: A Jap plane, identical to the one seen a few days ago, was spotted a few miles south of the island. Thursday: Sent out a few men to make contact with the scouting party that left a while ago. Found two men dead-one with his head smashed in, and the other riddled with shot. This proves that we have ene- mies within a few miles of us. Can't find the rest of the men but intend to keep searching. Some of the men are getting jittery. Friday: One of the boys was shot in the back while going from the barracks to a clearing. The rest of the scouting party came back this afternoon with the re- ports that there are Jap snipers on the north side of the island. Saturday: Have had all buildings and equipment set up quite some time. Seems good to get out of this hot sun for a few hours' rest. For two weeks there was no entry made so it is presumed that nothing of importance occurred during this period. Saturday: A Jap plane came over this morning. It swooped down so quickly that we

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I6 THE MEGUNTICOOK SOMETHING TO REMEMBER Across the ocean and far away, Lies a nation at war. Many loved ones have parted i To go forth into battle. This battle will not be a failure, But a victory that will long live. Many sons, brothers, husbands, and fathers Are all in the strife to win. We must win To make this world a democracy. When all the men and women return, There will be a celebration of joy. Some of those who went into battle Will ne'er return to us. But the memory of them, Will long live in our hearts. We will make this world Into one which they died for. ' Long may the deeds they did Lie in every one's hearts and minds. Bev. Upton '44 -CHS- SECONDS T0 SPARE The quarter of eight bell rang. Up- stairs there was a terrible commotion. Bang went the bedroom door! Zing! Crash! A whirlwind came down the stairs, it whizzed past the breakfast table and grabbed a doughnut. Bang! went the front door, a streak went to- ward the garage. Out came the trusty steed. and it zoomed. It roared past the square, upset one man and hit another. He careened past the grade school- 7:58. Crash! went the school door as it streaked in. The streak whizzed for the Main Room. Would it make it or wouldn't it? At 59 minutes and 50 sec- onds of eight it reached that haven and went for a seat. Wow! panted Fred, that was close! Frances Stanley, '46 LAUGH THAT ONE OFF One cold day, the last of February after an especially heavy snow storm, Horace Hotfoot was out shoveling off his front Walk. He had almost reached the end of his walk and was shoveling just as fast and hard as he could so he could get the gruesome job done and leave for work. Of course he wasn't not- icing where he was throwing the stuff because he didn't care where it landed as long as it wasn't back in his own path! Now hd let one especially big shovelful go in this fashion and bingo- it hit a passer-by smack in the face! Horace, hearing the thud behind him, turned and saw the man lying flat on the pavement practically buried in snow! The man was a stranger to Horace, but Horace could tell by the look in his eye that he was more than slightly perturb- ed! However, Horace wasn't going to let a little thing like knocking a guy down interfere with his work so he kept on shoveling, letting the stranger get up as best he could-if he could. The stranger managed to get to his feet, however, and stood brushing the snow off and mutter- ing something Horace couldn't make out -and maybe it was just as well! Finally, Horace, on finishing his job, looked up and saw the stranger still standing there glaring at him. Hi, fella. See you got the snow brushed off, Horace offered pleasantly. Yes, the stranger replied coldly. By the way, what's your name? Name's Horace-Horace Hotfoot. Why? Oh, nothing, replied the stranger, just wondering. I don't mean to be curi- ous, just interested in people Do you have much property or income? Now, talking was Horace's weakness and he figured, since he had to talk, he might as well make it sound -good any- Way. Why, yes, began Horace thinking' fast. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty well off. 'Course I only make 34,000 a year at the office, but besides that I own a 50,000 acre farm which brings my Wife and me more than enough to live well ong and then I have a large house up the street that I rent to people and