Camden High School - Megunticook Yearbook (Camden, ME)

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24 HMEGUNTICOOKH A male actor makes a mad dash for the stage and trips over one of the props. The scenery totters precar- iously and everyone holds his breath -except the member of the cast who fell. He lost his! One minute to go! The rehearsals are over. No backing out now. The FATE of the play lies in our trembl- ing hands. Our minds are complete blanks and we are about to go on! A hush falls over the audience. The curtain slowly parts. The first actors appear on stage. Lines are spoken. The play has begun! Nancy Brewster Junior ,50 It is very hot here to-night, ladies and gents. There are an awful lot of people here. More than I have ever seen. This game of skill has been going on for over an hour and a half, it has been very close all the way. The score is 99 to 99. The first to reach 100 will be the new world's champ. This boy who is lighting to be the new world's champ is putting up a good fight. The people of Camden who know him know he never did much hard work. But he has come a long way in this game of skill. There, the champion has shot !--he missed! That miss might cost him the title. The challenger is taking his time Cminutes go byj he shoots! It went straight! And now, ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure in telling you that the new World's Pool Champion is Malcolm Watts. John T.- Wilson '50 A HECTIC DAY It was a good morning, and Satur- day too, which meant I might get that extra hour of shut-eye. I turned over in bed and decided to go back to my much-needed slumber, when I heard the telephone ring. Seconds later, I heard my dear mother's voice calling me. She said it was important, so thus deciding there was no rest for the weary, I arose. After stumbling my way blindly down the stairs, I picked up the phone and said, Well? It was Joyce, one of my supposedly good friends, Whose voice I was greeted by. I hope I didn't disturb you, she says. Oh, no, of course not, I reply through gritted teeth. Well, anyway, I thought we might go skiing, and we ought to get an early start, don't you think? Say half an hour. I've been up for two hours and got my skiis waxed and every- thing, so if youill go, I'll be right over. HO. K., we'll see you, I replied, slamming down the receiver, and making my way a bit faster back to my room. I then got dressed for skiing, and after a glance at the bed and a sigh of Oh you dreamer, I went down for my petit dejeuner. The next half hour is rather blank to me, but anyway at 8 o'clock Joyce and I were on our way to the Snow Bowl-walking, that is, with our skis thrown over our shoulders. Luck was with us, for after the Iirst quarter of a mile we got a ride with some unknown individual. Arriving at our destination, we put on our skis and with the aid of the tow, we got to the second slope. Why the second, I don't know, but I guess we thought we needed no extra prac- tice from the first one-fools that we are! As usual there was a heated argu- ment as to who should be the braver and so gathering all the courage within me, I took off-and I do mean took off! I must have been going 120 miles per hour, Cexaggerated, but who cares '25 when all of a sudden- foiled again!!! Upon recovering, I heard a hysteri- cal scream of laughter, and upon look- ing up I saw Joyce at the top, enjoy- ing herself immensely. I reminded her that she hadn't started off yet, so just to show me, she started off with

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CAMDEN, MAINE 23 The next morning I went to the river, but when I got there, to my amazement there was no fish. As a matter of fact, there was no river either. I packed my lunch and followed up the mud bottom of what used to be the Megunticook River mile after mile until I finally reached the lake and at the mouth of it was my fish. He had then almost drained the lake dry. He was the size of a city block and I knew something must be done because one fiap of his tail would mean disaster to hundreds of cot- tages around the lake. I ran to the nearest telephone and called an army base and told them to bring their heaviest weapons to kill a fish. They thought it was crazy but they obeyed me. Soon the thunder of cannons filled the air, and fish scales lay for miles around. After two hours of gun fire my fish lay dead. Then, after thinking for a few minutes I called a contractor and had him with a crew of one hundred men build a canning factory beside the bulk. It employed several hundred men, who worked months before the fish was finally used up. I became a multimillionaire, and everyone in the world has been eating Stearns' Fish Cakes ever since. Several years passed before I de- cided to go fishing again. While driv- ing along an old country road in my new Ford I came to a bridge. It didn't look very safe, but I tried to cross it and SPLASH! I woke up, found myself sprawled out in the middle of the stream, soaking wet, and all I had left was a memory of a dream. Frank Stearns '51 HOW TO WORM OUT OF BEING MARKED LATE fand go fishing at the same timej It was a fine day for going to school and I got up bright and early to get ready. I finished my breakfast and went out and spaded up some of my garden so I could plant when I got home. I couldn't help it if a pesky worm crawled into the can I was tak- ing to school for biology class. So I picked up my can and went into the house to get my books. Well, you couldn't guess what hap- pened! It seems my little brother was playing with my fishing rod and had tangled the line all up with my books. If I had taken time to untangle them, I surely would have been late for school, so I decided to bring it all along with me. Well, as you know, on my way to school there is a calm, peaceful little trout stream and while I was passing by, what do you think happened! That darn worm crawled right onto my fish hook and jumped into the stream! Why, you couldn't imagine my as- tonishment! I had just begun to reel in that impetuous worm when I heard him groan and saw that a big speckled trout had taken a bite out of him and was hooked. I fought for hours trying to save the poor worm, but it was no use. By the time I had brought the fish in, the worm was completely eaten. After burial and funeral cere- monies for that poor defenseless worm, I hurried to school and that, Mr. Wood, is why I am late! David Crockett '51 JUNIOR JITTERS Gosh, what a sensation! Back stage just fifteen minutes before the curtain goes up! The orchestra is playing-they have to! We don't want the fast- gathering audience to hear the tattoo of our knees knocking together. Miss Oliver is everywhere at once, smearing eye goo on this person and slapping a mustache on someone else. Someone's slip is hanging and she screams for help. A run in a stocking is all that is necessary to cause female hysterics. A three-minute warning is called and the person next to me looks about ready to faint. I'm not feeling too well myself!

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CAMDEN, MAINE l 25 a push of the skipoles, and went five feet, then-BANG, she disappeared in a drift of snow. Now my turn to laugh! Well, we tried again and with good luck we got to the bottom successful- ly, and after that we got along all right-except for a few minor de- tails, like a broken skipole, etc. ! ll At 5 o'clock our mission accom- plished, we started home, with a good day behind us, and many bruises with us!!! Joan Salisbury '50 IMPRESSIONS OF CHILDHOOD Four-year old Tommy Gross was getting to be more than his mother could cope with. Every day, during the last week, she had told him to stay right around the back door. A few moments after she had gone in the house, though, he would disap- pear in the woods below the house. She had threatened all sorts of things, but they seemingly had made no impression. One sunny morning Mrs. Gross was just about at the end of her pa- tience. Tommy had gone again. She picked up her little instrument of cor- rection and set out to find Tommy. I'll teach him to disobey me, she said aloud as she crossed the lawn and into the woods where she hoped to find him. She had a definite plan of attack. It consisted of stealthily coming up behind him and catching him in the act of whatever it was that was tak- ing him away from home at least once every day. Tommy, she called. No answer. 'Tommy Gross, you answer me, she called again. Here I am, Mama, came the voice of Tommy from the distance. I'm over here behind the big tree that my swing is on. Mrs. Gross, who had abandoned her original plan of attack, now ran up to Tommy. She saw that he was leaning over something small. He had a little fat and some old cake feeding it to the small object in front of him. Tommy stood up as his mother ar- rived on the scene. At the foot of the tree lay a little sparrow. The bird evidently could not fly, and every day Tommy had been feeding it. Mrs. Gross picked up the Sparrow and carried it into the house. After many days of loving care the bird finally flew the table to the flew around the delighted as he rise and fall. One day he Don't you think we ought to let him go back outdoors? Mrs. Gross had been trying to tell Tommy that they couldn't keep him in the house much longer, but she hadn't wanted to take away his little pet. The next day they took the sparrow into the woods again and let him go. He fluttered happily and flew away. Every now and then, though, he would come back and sit on the windowsill and 'sing his beautiful song of happiness for them. Kathleen Dority '50 again. First, from floor, and then he room. Tommy was watched its wings asked his mother, SO DEAR TO MY HEART Dr. Randolf Morrison was Pine Valley's leading citizen. It was a very small valley and he was the only doctor for miles around. He was con- sidered very kind and also smart in his profession. It was April 10, and about this time of year in Pine Valley he was kept very busy on calls for colds, rheumatism, and such cases. It never failed as every year had been the same in all his twenty-two years as a doctor in this little valley. Dr. Morrison slept overtime this morning as his new Westclock alarm clock the neighbors gave him last Christmas didn't go off. He never liked those confounded modern me- chanicals anyway. Besides, his other clock suited him fine as it ticked so loudly you never did get to sleep, so naturally you didn't sleep overtime. He dressed and went to his office, which was upstairs in his house, and