Camden High School - Megunticook Yearbook (Camden, ME)

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THE MEGVNTICOOK CAMDEN, MAINE 5 worked for four years is over, but the experience will stay with us for ever. We still have the Quebec Trip to look forward to. We shall leave dear old CHS with sad hearts but hearts that are full of the most pleasant memor- ies of our teachers and classmates. SENIOR AVERAGES 85% (Plus) 1. Charles Masalin 97.79 2. Christine Plaisted 95.15 3! David Brown 94.84 4. Betsy Wooster 93.47 5. Milton Christie 92.95 6. David Crockett 92.27 7. James Bickford 91.17 8. Robert Rowe 91.00 9. Jane Robbins 90.85 10. James McGrath 90.80 11. Winifred Coathup 90.65 12. Helena Poland 90.33 13. Doris Hopkins 89.79 14. Olive Jameson 89.74 15. Albert Bennett 88.80 16. Wilbur Baird 88.40 17. Donald La liberte 88.17 18. Kenneth Hardy 87.75 19. Natalie Payson 86.80 20. Kilton Crabtree 86.66 21. Evelyn Lunt 86.61 22. Eleanor Lunt 86.31 23.’ Blanche Leonard 85.94 24. Grace Galanti 85.60 25. Frank Stearns 85.36 26. Arlene Edgecomb 85.05 CLASS PARTS In March the senior averages were announced. Highest honors went to a popular, hard-working member of our class, Charles Masalin, while Christine Plaisted received second honors. Milton Christie, the class president, will deliver the “Address to the Undergraduates” as is the cus- tom. At a class meeting the last of March, the other class parts were se- lected. Those seniors chosen to de- liver them are as follows: History. Robert Rowe; Prophecy, Kenneth Hardy and Blanche Leon- ard ; Oration, Harland Robinson; Essay, Natalie Payson; Will, Jane Robbins; Gifts, Parker Laite and Irene Fitzsimmons. THE SENIORS’ FAREWELL It’s nineteen hundred and fifty-one, The year when our CHS days are done. It doesn’t seem it’s our turn yet To march and our diplomas get. So, undergraduates have no fear, Your graduation day is near; It makes no difference, whatever your class; You’re one step nearer, each year you pass. So, now our CHS days are through; We leave its memories to you, And hope that you can have as much fun In the things you do—as the things we’ve done. —Eleanor Lunt, ’51 THE CLASS POEM While we were strolling on the beach One gay and carefree day, We saw a great big wooden box A-bobbing in the bay. We pulled it in and lifted the lid And much to our surprise, We discovered a diary Right before our eyes. It started out with the president Of our class of ’51; When at last we reached the end. It included everyone. We found Mickey, whom we all adore, Is now a doctor for the poor. Kilton is a sailor, a-sailing on the sea; He’s busy writing, to his bride-to-be. Harland, the preacher, is one of the best. We hear he’s putting sinners’ minds at rest. Doris Mae, the first grade teacher, so we find, Is trying hard to keep Francis off her mind. Evelvn Lunt and her faithful husband, Willy, Have gone to Hollywood where it’s never chilly. Jim, with his ever-loving little wife, Jane, Invented a mouse-tran which brought them both fame. Grace is a coach at New Gloucester High; She’ll marry one of her men by and by. Olive Jameson, a brain surgeon is. And according to reports—a whizz. Bob and his radio keep Arlene in despair, For him and his radio she really must share. Martha and Helena, as you guessed we would find, Are still having the problem to make up their mind. Helen and Chris have handy a wrench, They married Everett Harding and Dwight French. For Elston Hobbs, the genius, it was fate- ful, To invent a girdle for which we are grateful.

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4 THE MEGUNTICOOK CAMDEN, MAINE Four very short years ago, in the fall of ’47 to be exact, a large noisy group of unruly-looking boys and girls were hustled into the classrooms of CHS. It is very much in doubt as to whether such a sight will ever be seen again or not. At that time it looked like a long hard climb to what we thought was the top of the ladder —to be seniors. In order to be officially taken into the brotherhood of CHS students, of course we had to endure Freshman Reception. The week had been cut down to three days but the seniors managed to cram the three days full of various tasks and antics for us to perform. It must be admitted now that we all had a grand time and all of us escaped without injury—even Parker who was nearly hanged! Bas- ketball season then got underway and we contributed several players to the cause. The Washington Trip seemed a long way in the future this year, so we did not accomplish much aiong the line of money-raising but it was a good year for all. Summer came and went and then we could sit in the main room as sophomores and gloat over the fresh- men. We really had some sports tal- ent in our class! Another summer passed quickly and we climbed another rung on the ladder—we were at last juniors in the back of the main room. This was the year of the Junior Prom. Everyone who went had a grand time; the dec- orations were beautiful and we even had printed programs! The choosing of the class rings seemed to make us a little more of a class. In June it was at last our privilege to precede the seniors down the aisle at the Opera House and take our seats in the front rows. We all saw many good friends leave us that year; all we had left of them were countless wonderful re- collections but at last we were sen- iors! Summer sped by and we were on the last rung of the ladder only to find that it was really just the begin- ning. The first thing to get off our shoulders was the initiation of the freshmen. We bore them no special grudge so we treated them very rea- sonably by our views. Our class rings and pictures arrived and everyone began to realize that you really paid to be a senior. The Senior Play was a grand success and everyone who was in it had a swell time. No one group of people ever had to sell so many tickets to various things as we did. Miss McCobb’s daily remark to nearly every person came to be, “You haven’t sold any tickets and you want to go to Washington!” Through the efforts of the Senior Mothers’ Club, a grand organization, we realized that the Washington Trip was really possible. With the year nearly gone we real- ize that it will not be long before we will be receiving our diplomas. The Washington Trip for which we had

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6 THE MEGUNTICOOK CAMDEN, MAINE Albert and Chubby, we believe the fact is, Are walking ’round the world to keep in ractice. ile Parker, we read, is away fighting the war, Irene is trying to keep wolves from her door. Comical Maurice, always good for a joke, Has made a fortune selling aspirin and coke. Photography is Orman Goodwin’s great passion; He takes pictures of women in his own fashion. To serve his country as a Marine Was the destined fate of Sammy Green. Neil Libby has surprised us all; He sells fish, both large and small. Margaret Hansell owns a drugstore, Collecting male patients by the score. Jeanette Milliken really has a job, Trying to decide between Lawrence and Bob. Faith has not had time to marry; She’s too busy being a secretary. A singer is the fate of Everett Fizer; He’s taking A1 Jolson’s place singing “Liza.” Bobby Collemer now is getting his fill; He married Joyce Robbins of Lincolnville. Kenneth Hardy has written a tale Of skiing on the Megunticook trail. Jimmy and David have joined the Red Sox; Instead of pitching balls, they’re pitching rocks. Denny is married, just take a look; It isn’t funny because he’s the cook. Margaret and Winifred are right in their prime; They’re nurses and having a grand old time. Thelma, we see, is doing fine as a model; She has learned how to walk and not toddle. We flipped just to make sure, a two-headed dime, It was Allen for Ann; we knew all the time. Chorus girl Winnie is in the right direction; She can wiggle her body to perfection. Annie is a famous dressmaker; Her husband is the city’s baker. Mary and Sylvia both said “I do,” And got themselves good husbands too. Donald has learned to toot the flute, But all he can play is, E-ut. Bebe Leonard is still a Lincolnville fan. Donny Rossiter’s the best dancer in the land. Arlene Witt, the newest senior lass, Is now working in her home state, Mass. Louise Richardson now has life cozy; Her children’s names are Bob and Rosy. Frankie Rankin, our glamorous sensation, Is now a mechanic at the Seaview Station. Betty Perry is now in perfect health; She married a man of great wealth. Jimmy Crockett races cars in his leisure; He calls his latest model “The Stripteaser.” Slave markets are over; girls, don’t rush Dave. He can only have one for a slave. Red-headed drummer boy, Stearns, the ladies’ man, Is training in Florida while getting a tan. John has invented a new dance; He calls it his “Grace”ful Prance.” All of Charlie Masalin’s wishes came true; He finished Annapolis and wed Betsy too. Miss McCobb and Mr. Goddard were swell as advisors and coaches And we think of them again as each Junt- approaches. The diary is done, the pages are through; Now we will bring our lives to you. We traveled the world over, met people of appeal, But they didn’t equal our classmates who were ideal. Your Classmates, —“Nat’ and “Elle,” ’51 WE CAN DO IT! “With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin. Without any doubting or quiddit, He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done and he did it.” These four simple lines from a well-known poem by Edgar A. Guest contain in them a profound meaning for all of us. In this day and age, we, the seniors who are graduating from high schools, must learn to hold our chins higher than ever before. We must be able to prove to the generations ahead of us that we are going to be capable of carrying on the tasks of tomorrow- in the United States. We must set a goal for ourselves and work steadily toward it, never giving up, until the height is reached. It is going to be our job to get the world out of the turmoil into which we are going deeper each day. “There are thousands who’ll tell you it can- not be done, There are thousands who’ll prophesy failure.” but, if we, the future citizens of the United States, leaving behind us all thoughts of revenge and concerning ourselves only with helping to straighten out the w-rinkled pattern of the w-orld, lift up our chins and go at the venture with the zest of a true American—the job is as good as done!