Camden High School - Megunticook Yearbook (Camden, ME)

Page 24 text:

20 HMEGUNTICOOKU by many fine compliments from the Will be as favorable this year for the judges and friends. The reports of the good of the band, and particularly adjudicators at both festivals placed for those of us for Whom this will be the band in the First Division rating. our last opportunity to participate as We hope and trust that the results members. STUDENT COUNCIL Seated: Lawrence Sparta, Richard Ayers, 'Cedric Joyce, Dirk Brown, Henry Bick- ford, Christine Plaisted, Everett Harding, Freddie Hale. Standing: Alfred Eaton, Ronald Banks, Jenness K-eller, Wilbur Baird, Milton Christie, Cairine Leach.

Page 23 text:

CAMDEN, MAINE 19 BAND Front Row: Cynthia Howes, Barbara Harding, Dirk Brown, Frank Stearns, Claire Crabtree, Helen Stevenson, Dwight French, Betty Thurston, Elaine Spruce, Kathleen Dority, Lucille Talbot, Barbara Rolerson. Second Row: Joan Salisbury, Richard Gould, Charles Dudley, Stanley Payson, Cedric Joyce, Louis Arau, Milton Christie, David Crockett, Everett Harding, Pat Kelley, Betty Perry. Third Row: Ruth Littlefield, Alfred Eaton, Lindon Christie, Jack Grinnell, Chubby Ryder, Gail Frye, Bernard Wheaton, William Stone. Back Row: Lawrence Sparta, Gordon Bass, John Dority, Albert Bennett, Paul Put- nam, Billy Gould, Jack Henderson. tions to the uniform, we decided on silver shoulder braid and arm patch insignia. Another concert earned the necessary money for these. We marched in the Army Day Pa'- rade and, also, even though all the seniors were on their Washington Trip, the band played for the Com- mandery on Easter. A second concert was presented in the theatre, with great success, which brought the band fund up greatly to cover expenses of the Festivals. As usual we expect to go to the State and New England Festivals this year, and will try to retain our rating. The state festival is at Water- ville and the New England is at Old Orchard Beach. Two members from our band, Dirk Brown and Cedric Joyce, represented us by playing in the New England Festival Concert in Wellesley, Mas- sachusetts early this spring. The festivals last year were a great success from the standpoint of the auditions and the ratings we received. Unfortunately, inclement weather in- terfered with both parades. By spe- cial invitation from the Festival Chairman in Dexter, the band opened the evening program by playing three selections. The applause from the audience was tremendous, followed

Page 25 text:

CAMDEN, MAINE 21 N 0 Q or ' v v. WW vm rm, c W X r f 9 g gzqd Lf' Wolf? bf ' hmmm 422 A hm Z a .4 9 A- vi Q Q N x 7 '7 THE END Good evening, mystery lovers of the radio audience. Tonight the story which I am going to tell you is about myself. That seems to be a strange subject, you may think, for on pre- vious broadcasts I have told you only true stories of the criminal world. Friends, this story is absolutely true. Probably tonight is my last night to liveg in fact I am very doubtful of having time to complete my story to you. It all began back in '45 just af- ter the war. Some government con- tracts were being investigated in the shipyard where I happened to be a big-shot. Trouble was spotted and although I admitted knowing what had been going on, I had not profited by it. Nevertheless in court I was con- victed and given a prison sentence of ten years. A federal prison, by the way, isn't a place where everyone you meet is a pure white angel. After being there a short time I had made friends with some pretty hard-boiled char- acters. Among them was the leader of a gang which was bringing opium into the country on a large scale. For convenienceis sake we'll call him Parker. Well, Parker gave me a pretty good that I was innocent, of sales talk course, so the government owed me years of my life. He said about ten that after I got out of stir he could fix me up with a fairly soft job an- nouncing the dope shipments to dif- ferent parts of the gang in code over these broadcasts. It was a chance to get back at the government and the odds were with me that I wouldn't get caught if the rest of the gang did. The pay was good too, one hundred dollars for each tip, there were about seven a month. Everything went smooth for about a year or so-the FBI just wasnft fast enough to catch us. Then it hap- penedg one of our trucks was grabbed with about a quarter million dollars' worth of dope in it. About a week later another shipment was caught. Parker was getting fed up with the whole thing and you can't blame the guy after losing over a half million, just like that. He was getting jumpy and accusing the whole gang of tip- ping of the cops. I was just afraid it would happen and it did-he deduced that other than himself and his right hand man, George, I was the only one that knew the shipping schedules ahead of time. I must be put out of the way. I was at my home getting my script ready for this program when George called and informed me that Parker wanted to see me in his office right away. I said, O. Kg I'll be ready in about twenty minutes. After they hung up, I knew what was coming- the end, and it was coming fast. My only hope was to go to the cops and turn state's witness against them. I