Camden High School - Megunticook Yearbook (Camden, ME)

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THE MEGU NTICOOK' I7 SHIRTS OR SHEETS Before journeying to my cottage on the coast of Maine last summer, I took ten of my favorite Lady Pepperell sheets to the Chinese Laundry, leaving instructions with my sister 'to get them in two weeks. I returned in late August,.healthy and sunburned from salt air exposure, to find lying on my bed in three neat rows, not my favorite Lady Pepperrell sheets-but ten white, stiff collared shirts! Ohhh! I wailed, What happened to my favorite Lady Pepperrell sheets? This situation demanded an immediate explanation. I soon discovered that my sis- ter and the Chinaman had had a disagree- ment as to whether shirts or sheets was written on 'the bill, the unfortunate part was my sister had forgotten her glasses and could not argue against him. I did not wait for the following day to iron out this difficulty and with the ten shirts carefully held under my arm, I marched to the laundry. It was a small shop under an inexpensive brownstone, apart- ment house with narrow stone steps lead- ing down from the sidewalk where you could glimpse the dirt streaked window and the words, Laundry- Sun Yet Sen. A't the moment the little, miniature, silver bell above the door tinkled, Sun Yet Sen himself appeared. Last july, I began peacefully, I brought ten of my favorite Lady Pepperrell sheets in here to be laundered. Evidently-there was a misunderstanding-for my sister brought home shirts. Here they are 3-now I'd like my sheets. 'tMe no gut no sheets. His face remained expressionless. But here's the bill. I waved the white slip of paper before his eyes, my calmness diminishing rapidly. Me no gut your sheets, his tone was de- finite. But you have, I argued helplessly, an- ger rising in my throat. Me no gut sheets. Now me take shirts. VVhy-that's outrageousf, I was so an- gered that my voice was only a whisper. I'll call the police if you don't give me my shirts,-I mean sheets. Help! Police! screamed the red ski1't- ed Chinaman. I stood motionless and speechless as 'two burly policemen ran down the stair in ans- wer to his shrill summons. What's the trouble? demanded the tall one, and I felt a curious sensation as two pistols were aimed at me. He stole my favorite Lady Pepperrell sheets, I managed to gasp. V Me no gut her sheets. He has- and I poured the whole story in the perplexed ears of the policemen. After changing the direction in which the gun pointed, they searched high and low for my Lady Pepperrell sheets, but they were no- where. Lady,-you'll have to take the shirts! Oh, I wailed, but I have no man in the house! ' The disturbed face of the blue uniformed man brightened, and he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. I agreed and the next day the neighbors were puzzled to find this sign on my door, Man wanted-to fit ten shirts! Eleanor Brown, '47 -- C H S -' THE TOWN CLERK An eccentric old man who had been the local clerk for thirty years was the first person I saw when I entered the small scrag- gly town of Hampton. The first time I had visited there, it had been prosperous and happy. But the long arms of time had en- veloped 'the thriftiness and merged its yquthfulness into decrepit age. A specimen of its work approached me now. Although actually only fifty years of age, Mr. Mars- den gave the definite impression of eighty at the least. His stooped, round shoulders told anyone clearly that no attention had been paid to mother's, father's and teach- er's warnings, Shoulders up, chest out, and head high ! The scrawny, tapering fin- gers holding an intricately carved cane be- spoke the clerical work, without bodily toil. which he was still doing. Insufficient light and prolonged use of bright brown eyes had made them dull and without enthusiasm. His once smooth face was now wreathed in countless wrinkles. Because of the unusual- ly bent form, his medium height of 5 feet IO inches was now reduced to 5 feet 8 inches. As there was no need for dressy clothes in such a town, Mr. Marsden more than followed the example by wearing cloth- es which looked as though they had been slept in for at least ten years. I felt as though I should in some way make every- one understand that this example may be- come common throughou't the world if in-

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I8 THE MEGUNTICOOK I terest intgood appearance, worthwhile jobs, and wholesome entertainment fail in old age. Anna Sparta, '47 - C H S -L RADIO SUSPENSE Dick Tracy and Superman'l known as Two on a Cluen were on the case of Honeymoon Hillw which involved the mur- der of Ma l'erkinsH who was beaten to death with a Breakfast Club. The only clue was an initialed man's handkerchief, which she had clutched in her r1h't hand. This caused the police to suspect her Sec- ond Husbandf, His motive could have been Mirth and Madness. But these two Bos- ton Quiz Kids weren't ready to call the case closed. As they looked deeper into her past, they discovered many skeletons in her closet of past history. Some of the in- teresting facts were, that while Ma Perk- ins had been a Backstage Wife,', she had been mixed up in the Romance of Helen Trent, and that her husband had been seeing a lot of Young VVidder Brownff NN'ho do you think is the fiendish mur- derer? Tune in tomorrow, when you will hear the climax of this dynamic murder thriller. Our two detectives will prove to their radio audience, once again, that Life can be Beautiful. Helen Dority, '46 - C H S - coM1c Book, THE MODERN STUDY AID ' ln this world of speed and streamlining, the inhabitants of this planet have seen re- velations in every field. Typical of these is the entrance of the Comic Book into the life of the modern minor, lt is a common sight to see a studious school boy deep in the realms of Superman, while Caesar stands unoticed. He will soon tire of reading about the freeing of the slaves, but continues to read for hours, ab- sorbing the adventures of Batman, who li- berates 'the modern metropolis from the clutches of the underworld. To many stu- dents, algebra and languages are a mystery, but they clearly see how Dick Tracy found that Flat Top killed John's Other Wife. Even Caesar would be simple if it was.put in a comic book. , Raymond Gross, '45 THE SINGING LETTER Maria Elenaf' ln the Still of the Night I Dream of You , Always,', but as Time Waits for No One, and l'm a Little on the Lonely Side, Let Me Love You Tonight. I Don't VVant to Love You, but The Very Thought of You is like A Kiss in the Dark. I used to say I'll VValk Alone, but l Didn't Know About You. I'll Be'Seeing You More and More, Dark Eyes, but until then, I Promise You, l'll NValk Alone. Good Night Sweetheart, Johnny Zero P. S. ls You ls or Is You Ain't My Baby? Glee Bryant, '45 - C H S - IT'S A KNOCK-OUT Camden High School has been stormed by a new craze. That once sane, sensible esta- blishment is now approaching madness. The very walls vibrate with the sound of the name, whispered from room to room and in every corridor. This instrument is used throughout the entire school, from the Manual Arts Department to the domesti- cated same, lt is considered necessary in computing the simplest of everyday pro- blems. There is one strange character, Bur- kett, who is absolutely a wiz at it. Of course you know what that is. VVell, natur- ally! lt's the slide-rule. joan Greenlaw, '46 - C H s - - SENIORS A Seniors, we've enjoyed youg Please come back some day To see how we are doing In our own new-fangled way. We're sorry you must leave us, And we hate to see you go. We liked your happy spirits And the way you bossed f?l us so. But much as we hate to say goodbye, There's one thing that we know: We never could be seniors If out you didn't go. Frances Stanley, '46