Camden High School - Megunticook Yearbook (Camden, ME)

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I2 THE MEG UNTICOOK It is 1944 when the story starts. Carol had obtained the address of a handsome Marine, Bill Marsh, from a friend who Si and writing to Bill's buddy. The letters to from Carol were friendly and sincere his to her were likewise. Through this cor- respondence they each learned the others likes and dislikes. Then one day Carol re- ceived a letter from Bill saying that he hal a furlough and was coming to see her. Naturally she was very much exci'ted as she had never seen him before, Grandma stopped for a moment. She had a slight smile on her face. Immediately the children interrupted this quiet moment of thought, Go on, Grandma, go on. VVell Bill came to Carol's house as a guest. During his stay 'there Carol's boss told her that she need not work. Together she and Bill went everywhere skiing, which was there favorite sport, dancing, to parties, and many other places, having a wonderful time. VVhen Bill's furlough was up, he hated to go back. He said 'to Carol, 'As soon as I can get another furlough I am coming straight here, if possiblef It was quite a long time before Bill was able to fulfill his promise as he went overseas. lNhen Bill returned as a hero from the Philippines, it wasn't long before he and Carol were mar- ried. 'fThat was a wonderful story. Grandma. Did you know Carol and Bill? Yes, she said quietly. I knew them better than anyone else. Carol and Bill were your grandfather and I. Myrna Curry, '47 - C H S - A TYPICAL SCHOOL DAY AT I CAMDEN HIGH Look! Upon the hill! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Camden High School! Cas seen from the corner of Alden and Knowlton Streetsj. As one enters the doors of this great Lodge of Learningf' he is instantly impressed by the studious atmosphere that prevails around him. After climbing the stairs and entering the Main Room, whom does one see striding between,the seats, but that famous one-man basketball team, Long Dong Grinnell. After getting an eyeful of this great star, your gaze will immediately fall upon the object of his at- tentiong that buxom, beau'tiful Victim of Peroxide, Patricia Rich. Tearing your eyes from this lovely cou- ple, you see in a corner those two famous Child Prodigiesf' Miss Katherine Hobbs and Miss Eleanor Brown, then looking to the left, you see that slick-haired, well- groomed, dreamy-eyed individual, Master Gilbert Hall. fNo't married as yetj. In the seat next to this Lady Killer. you catch sight of that superb, dynamic, colossal, atom-sized Hercules, Paul Thorndike. After receiving your first impression, don't be hasty, stick around! and spend the day following the classes wi'th this roomful of pupils. First you enter Miss Clason's well-con- ducted Latin Class and are duly impressed by the ingenious method by which Long Dong Grinnell, goes about translating his Latin. Next comes Mr. Payson's study period, quite soothing to the nerves, and 'then after two more periods, the bell rings for recess. After a twenty minute lunch period, you are greatly refreshed and feel able to tussle with the 'three more periods which remain. Finally, Mr. Shibles' seventh study period rolls around fthe last one for the dayj, and. after forty-five minutes of intense study, one hears the gentle notes of the bell again. and you know tha't it is time to lay aside the Tools of Progress. As you are leaving this friendly Lodge of Learning, a soothing feeling comes over you, and you think of the thrill you will experience when you draw out your books that night and start your homework. Cif you dol. Thinking thus you go down the hill, draw- ing aivay from Camen High, and entering the s'treet that takes you to your home fand your dinnerj. Warren Kelleher, '47 - C H S - LATE AS USUAL Listen my classmates and you shall hear a tale of the school we all hold dear. The door of Camden High was slammed with a very loud bang. Then a slight shuffling as the unknown person prepares to take off his overshoes. A short silence follows this small task and suddenly a noise sounding more like thunderg then foosteps announce the presence of the unseen character ascend- ing the stairs. A second later a head pops around 'the door of the office and lo and be- hold, Leonard is late as usual! Kris Goodman, '46

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I4 THE MEGUNTICOOK WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF- Justina Shu'te were tall? Marjorie Ames were noisy? Patricia weren't musical? Jeanette St. Clair didn't write to Spear? Robert Bishop were11't ywfhrking in the lab.? Elmer Leonard couldn't go to Rockland? jack Williams wen't out with one girl? Lloyd Brann didn't flirt? Kip Burkett didn't crack corny jokes? Louise Wade didn't have her lessons pre- pared? Yiofa Brownell couldn't type? Shirley Cookson wasn't a blonde? Robert Young wasn't a flirt? Francis Eaton didn't talk 'to Barbara dur- ing lunch? ti'riscilla Eddy didn't have a temper? joe Sawyer wasnft nice to everyone? Phyllis Baird weren't easy to get along with? i Glee Bryant didnit go out with a Fresh- man? Gilbert Marriner didn't go Ato Tenants Harbor? George Ayers didn't talk about fish? Myrtle Marshall didn't study her lessons? Virginia Fish wasn't typing after school? Mary Galanti couldn't play basketball? Ray Allen didn't like Peaches ? Arthur Grinnell remembered his assign- men'ts? Robert Richards wasn't so noisy? Evelyn Libby liked the Army? Chris Goodman were very quiet? Betty Amborn didn't giggle? Ray Gross didnit know his geometry? Lawrence Buck went to school every day? Joan Greenlaw couldn't write so well? Barbara Clancy didn't write a letter in third study? i Barbara Dickey didn't stand in the corri- dor and talk with a certain boy? Muriel Handley weren't so studious? Betty Leach didn't see her boy friend every Saturday? Ruth Thurlow missed a day of school? Clara Tremblay didn't go to New York? Ruth Stone couldn't draw? Ralph Ayers didn't stay after school every day? Marjorie Plaisted didn't get A's? Madeline Hatch and Maxine Duffell did- n't compare notes? Betty Kelley weren't true to the Coast Guard? Kay Libby didn't have her Ford? Stephen McGrath got to school on time and stayed all seven periods? Ernestine Pease got all her work done on time? Frances Prescott didn't chew gum? Edna Rankin did every'thing right? Geprry Ryder didn't know any Rockland boys. Theodate Shute didn't work in the Corner Drug? Peggy Smyth weren't raising the dickens? Geraldine Start were ever late to class? Bob Stevenson didn't like Kay? -- C H S - THAT NIGHT What is that? I cried out, as a cold sweat broke out over my face. I melted in- to my bed and tried to look unimportant to the monster wrapped, as he was, in 'the folds of weird clothing. There I stayed, frozen, transfixed, as if under the spell of a sorce- ress. Ah, is it going away? No, it was still there, dancing and swaying with the howl- ing of the wind as if to proceed with my funeral march. Fear enveloped me. I slumped into a stu- por, half-dreaming, half remembering all of 'the horrible happenings that I had ever witnessed or dreamed. They were sharp and clear. but it was hard to grasp the meaning of the rest. I twisted, turned, and struck at the grotesque creature in trying to escape i't. I fancied I could feel its breath on my sweat-stained brow. Suddenly, as quickly as I had lost consciousness, I regained it. I was completely exhausted. As I lay there terrified, not able to move, I watched the fluttering menace come closer. The appari- tion flayed its arms out 'towards me. I lay there with my cold glassy eyes staring at itg I wanted to call for help, but I couldn't. Finally my voice came to me. I shuddered and groaned in agony. . At last my cold, clammy hand found the light swi'tch. I snapped it, Oh! Good heavens! What was it ? I whispered. A ghost? A monster? No, it was just a curtain that had flutter- ed in my face. I lay there, shaking for about an hour, and then I slipped in'to a deep stupor which last- ed until dawn. David Hardy, '46