Camden High School - Megunticook Yearbook (Camden, ME)

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8 THE MEGUNTICOOK CAMDEN, MAINE Hardy to take it easy going through town and to get his muffler fixed. 2:00—Ken runs out of gas and drops “Sonny” off and heads for home. (Lincolnville.) 3:00—Bob Rowe puts away his motor tune-up kit and decides to “hit the sack.” 4 :00—Hey! This is where we came in. Hope everybody has had an excit- ing day. —Don Laliberte, ’51 NOTICE—WANT AD Attention, graduating males be- tween the ages of 16 and 60. Uncle Sam can now supply you with jobs. Good pay, board, room and opportun- ities for advancement. Skilled per- sonnel desired but others will greed- ily be accepted. Steady employment for next 4 to 6 years, or, if desired, lifetime. Generous retirement plan. Burial expenses paid including a handsome grey velvet and chrome casket. Must buy your own headstone. Must wear uniform while employed. Uncle Sam will furnish them. Your choice of color if you act quickly. Khaki, blue, or green. Excellent pay. automatically banked, taxed, with- held, drawn on, and cut down by your employer, Uncle Sam. If interested in choice of uniform color, call us at once. If not, we’ll see you later in khaki. —Jim McGrath, ’51 SENIOR PLAY CAST MILTON CHRISTIE DORIS HOPKINS PARKER LAITE HELEN PAYSON JAMES McGRATH JANE ROBBINS IRENE FITZSIMMONS KENNETH HARDY CHARLTON RYDER ROBERT ROWE NATALIE PAYSON BLANCHE LEONARD DAVID CROCKET ELEANOR LUNT ELSTON HOBBS —Helena Poland, ’51 STUDENT COUNCIL Seated: Minnie Tranquillo, Ronald Banks (Vice-President), Mr. Wood (Advisor), David Crockett (President), Alfred Darrow (Secretary), Filomena Tranquillo. Standing: Christine Plaisted, John Giffin, Halsey Murch, Parker Laite, Barbara Haynes, Alton Parker, Wilbur Baird, Milton Christie, Basil Arau.

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THE MEGUNTICOOK CAMDEN, MAINE 7 A TYPICAL SENIOR SCHOOL DAY 4:00—Frank Stearns goes to bed af- ter a long, hard night at the filling station. David Brown gets up to go hunting. 4:30—Jim Bickford gets up and starts for school. He likes to get there early to study. (????) (You don’t suppose it’s a girl friend, do you?) 5:00—“Clarence” opens the doors and gets a fire roaring in the fur- nace. If it wasn’t for him we’d have no school. (No heat . .. no school.) But what would we do without him? 5:30—Mr. Walker gets up and tries to start his Chevrolet, so he can get to school on time. 6:00—Bob Collemer gets up now in case he might have a flat tire on his trusty Ford. (He hates to be late for science class.) 6:30—Dennis Calderwood climbs in- to his powerful Dodge and plows through the deep Lincolnville snow drifts. 7:00—Miss McCobb starts off in her “speedy” Hudson and makes seven miles in seven minutes. Route 137 doesn’t resemble the Maine Turn- pike, does it? 7:30—Some of the lazier boys (in- cluding myself) get up and eat and start off for the day’s work. 8:00—“Lovers” talk in the corridors. Miss Oliver arrives for the day to try to teach the kiddies about verbs and Hamlet. 8:15—School begins. Miss Oliver takes attendance and then gets out her slip of paper and writes down invitations to stay with her at 3 p.m. on Thursday. 8:30—Frank Stearns arrives at school. Mr. Wood knows the excuse ... “I overslept.” 9:00—Time to go hear Miss McCobb say, “According to statistics.” 9:45—Period Three—You wish it were three o’clock. 10:30—What if Frank Rankin, Ever- ett Fizer and I are the only seniors in 4th Period Machine Shop? “Jack” couldn’t stand any more. 11:15—Time to eat! The noon hour goes by like a flash, but what do you want for your money? 12:30—Miss Oliver adds a few names and checks to her “Thursday night list.” Why can’t we keep quiet? 1:00—Mr. Payson decides that he “can’t tolerate” about three of us any longer, and it is “zero for the day,” and out we go. 1:30—The lab bursts into flame and Mr. Wood wonders, “Why does this have to happen to me?” 2:15—Time to see if we can remem- ber who wrote Hamlet, or how to diagram complex sentences. 3:00—Free at last! (Except those who have to pay for their sins com- mitted in school.) 4:00—Frank Stearns reports for work at the filling station where he, once in a while, “fills his shoes” as well. 4:30—In the baseball season Ted Wil- liams wallops a home run to beat the Yankees and Jim Bickford turns the radio off and says, “Just luck.” 5:00—Parker decides to leave Irene’s house and starts to sing, “Good- night, Irene.” 5:30-6:00—Most of us are eating. Can’t raise cain on an empty sto- mach. 6:45—Some of the characters amble toward the movie theatre hoping to see Betty Grable or Richard Wid- mark. 7:00—“Some of the boys” gather at the “gas station” for an evening of gossip and jokes. 8:00—Someone comes into the filling station and says, “Take me to Rockland.” The answer frequently is, “Take a taxi.” 9:30—Frankie Stearns closes up and starts for home, but seldom gets there earlier than one o’clock. 10:00—Some of us go to bed. Not very many though. 11:00—Helena has to ask “Ronnie” to leave so she can get some sleep. 12:00—“Wish tomorrow were Satur- day so I could sleep,” say a lot who stay up this late. 1:00—Warren Conant tells Ken

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THE MEGUNT1COOK CAMDEN, MAINE 9 THE WASHINGTON TRIP We left Camden amidst the yells and cheers of our friends and parents at about seven-thirty on the morning of Saturday, April 14. At once the boys’ bus took the lead and we were off. Our first sight of a big city was Portland. We stopped there at the train station for a rest stop, the first of so many. On the other side of Port- land we left the narrower roads of Maine and entered the turnpike, and from Portland to Washington we had four and six-lane highways most of the way. Our second big city was, of course, Boston. We hadn’t planned to go through Boston but the Greyhound Bus Line had made other plans. We had to change buses there because the ones we were on weren’t register- ed for states south of Massachusetts. The boys’ bus again took the lead which it had held thus far. In the Connecticut Valley we saw tobacco fields and sheds. There wasn’t any tobacco growing this early though. We by-passed Hartford and went through New Haven where, by going up a one-way street, we were able to lose the girls’ bus which had done pretty well in keeping up with us that far. When they were finally lo- cated, they were half way to Bridge- port, pulled up beside the road watch- ing a movie in a nearby drive-in thea- tre; just waiting for us. Being unaccustomed to long hours of confinement such as we had on the buses, when we reached Bridgeport we were dead. However, we did our best to paint the town red that night. Some of our comrades tried a test on our chaperones to see how long they could stay out after hours. By the way, Class of ’52, when you are told to get in at 11:30, it is best that you do so. Six o’clock came too soon and the desk clerk rang us on the telephone and wished us a bright good-morning. We stumbled down to a small lunch stand across the street and had break- fast. Then after getting our baggage aboard the buses we were off on our second day—Sunday. Gambling was heavy in the boys’ bus; we were try- ing to guess the time that we would cross the George Washington Bridge. The kitty was a front seat for the winner with the opportunity to take pictures of the bridge through the windshield. Orman Goodwin was the winner with Jim McGrath clicking right behind him. After crossing over into Jersey we went up onto the Pulaski Skyway, a highway in the air. From this Sky- way we could look out over Jersey City, a flat, smoky, highly industrial city. It was then that we were im- pressed by the flatness of the land: not a hill in sight on our side of the river. We stopped at the Newark Air- port for a rest stop. As our buses tra- veled down the state, we noticed that as well as an everlasting flatness to the land there weren’t any rocks in the fields and no stone walls around the fields. Underpinnings for houses and walls were made of either cement or cinder blocks, no rocks at all. It was through that same section that the buses passed through a dust storm as thick as fog. It came in heavy gusts and we couldn’t see out except in between gusts. The natives of New Jersey said that it was the first storm of that kind for a hundred years. At Pennsville, N. J., we ferried across to Newcastle, Md. It was quite windy but there was beautiful scen- ery so we didn’t mind. Baltimore was all that people have said it was with its miles and miles of apartment houses with white mar- ble steps at every front door. We got into Washington, D. C., just as the sun was setting. We drove up by the Capitol and the Congressional Library and then down the street less than three blocks to our hotel. We were rallied in the lobby and the hotel manager. Mr. Blackistone, told us to be quiet in our rooms, no visiting be- tween rooms, and then gave us our kevs. The Union Station was just across the square from us so several ate sup- per there. After supper, Mr. Pavson led us back up the street on foot to the Congressional Library where we saw the Constitution, the Magna Car-