Camden High School - Megunticook Yearbook (Camden, ME)

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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

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T'H'E MEGU NTICOOK I5 HARRY'S FURLOUGH Harry Weare was not going home on his furlough as most boys do. He was spend- .ing his time helping a farmer whom he had never seen or heard of before. Mr. Jackson, the farmer, picked Harry up 'at his camp and while driving to his farm told him about his son, Andy, who was a flyer somewhere in the Pacific. Harry listened intently to the whole story of how much he missed Andy because 'they were so close, what Andy's favorlte dishes were, and how he always called him 'my boy. He even said that he would prob- .ably be calling Harry my boy before he went back. Dinner was ready with all the dishes Andy liked when they arrived at the great rambling farm house. Andy's favorite pie turned out to be apple which was also Harry's. It certainly was the best he had ever tasted. . The first 'thing that caught Harry's eye was a picture of a boy in uniform in a sil- ver frame. No wonder they were so proud Of him as he looked so handsome in his uni- form. - The two weeks of Harry's stay went by rapidly with Mr. Jackson calling him my boy, just as though he were Andy. In fact he really did seem to take the place of their boy overseas. The night before his departure Mrs. Jack- son knocked on his bedroom door and ask- cd to come in. She had a warm knit sweater which she gave Harry saying, This is just a small token of our appreciation. You have been not only a great' help with the work but also our son. We never 'told you this be- fore, but our son was killed in action three years ago. Mr. Jackson likes to believe and pretend that some day he'll come back to us. You have made my husband smile which I baven't seen him do since we got the tele- gram. I would like to meet the mother of as fine a boy as you. Of course Harry missed going home on his furlough, but he knew his Mom had two youngensons who weren't in the ser- vice to take care of her. He was more than glad that he had helped the brave Mr. and Mrs. jackson find happiness for a few weeks. Blanche Bryant, '47 Camden, maine feb. 20, 1945 bout ate ofclock dear pal i be goin 'to tell u about de swell basketball teem we had dis yere. to start with we gut tin1 Grindle who iS a gi from Millville or up thata way som- whares, he played lef forard and he done a swell job when he want thinking bout the farm. then theres Jack Williariis he wus a leetle gi, who played rite forard and u can bet yore last bag o cow feed thet he wus rite in thar for all he wus worth. Dead-head Allen was a long gi who play- ed center, he wus a gud man cuz he wus long nuff to git them passes an git em in the baskit. that Leonard made a swell lef guard whin he want 'thinkin bout Rockland say he wus doin al rite down thar, but he knowed bas- detball just as wel as he knowed pool an he wus a gud man with a cue. an we musn't fergit Bryant, say he has played baskitball evey sense he waz high as a chicken, ess sir, he sure wuz fond of chick- ens well I be gittin off the subjec. we had a swell teem this yere. we only played one game the't didn't look gud' an thet wus whin Rockland took us ovor, well thet wus an off nite fer us. but on the hole we done dern gud this yere. yores truly till the hens stop cacklin Bob Richards, '45 - C H S - A MODERN DAVID CDedicated to Min Katherine Libby, The Ford is my auto, I shall not want. fanotherl It maketh me to lie down beneath it, It soreth my soul. It leadeth me into the Paths of Ridicule For its names sake, - Yea, though I ride through the valleys I am towed up the hills. I fear much evil, my rod and my engine dis- comfort me My radiator runneth over. I've repaireth my blowouts in the presence of mine enemies, Surely if this thing follows me all the days of my life I shall dwell in the bughouse forever. Anonymous, '46