Essex Agricultural and Technical Institute - Aggie / Maple Yearbook (Hathorne, MA)

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G oe cation The 1965 yearbook has been dedicated by the senior class to two instructors on the Aggie Staff. This procedure is rather unusual, but the members of the class thought so much of both of these outstanding men that a decision to select between them became impractical, if not impossible, considering the margin of the vote. Mr. Chase has been on our staff almost thirty years. He is an all-around crafts- man who can handle metal or wood. As head of the shop department, he is respected by all that know him for his skills in the area of farm mechanics. However, it is his ability to communicate with the pupils in his fatherly way which has motivated the seniors to select Mr. Chase for this honor. Mr. Potter represents the younger side of the staff as he has been a staff member around ten years. As coach of football and basketball, physical education, and history instructor, he has served the class in every way. There is probably no teacher on the staff who has earned the respect of the students any more than Mr. Potter. His athletic background, which includes being captain of L.S.U.'s football team, is put to excellent use in every Situation whether academic or athletic. To these two wonderful instructors, we dedicate our 1965 Maple. Mr. Chase Mr. Potter

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THE MAPLE PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS ESSEX AGRICULTURAL HIGH SCHOOL HATHORNE, MASSACHUSETTS Birches bend under the weight of snow; High on the mountain and for miles below, This shining white layer is all around; On tops of trees and every inch of ground. The air is brisk and nippy today; I do hope winter has come to stay. Deborah Lambert '66

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ACUTE ie fp 8 8 ; Instructors 1st ROW: Messrs. Scanlon, White, Powell, Kester, Coakley, Clark, Fletcher, Metcalf, Costa, Chase, Brown. 2nd ROW: Fitzpatrick, Potter, Kelly, Manning, Goodno, Shipulski, Lake, Floyd, Auclair, Ranta, Kramer, Deacon, Bennett. THE FATE OF A TEACHER OFFICE A teacher stood at the Pearly Gate, His face was gaunt and old. He meekly asked the man of Fate, Admission to the fold. What have you done, ' St. Peter asked, To seek admission here? IT was a teacher down on earth For many a weary year. The Gate swung sharply open then, As Peter touched a bell, Come in, he said, ''and take a harp You've had your share of.) 3 i!