Falmouth High School - Crest Yearbook (Falmouth, ME)

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N! --T XE all -I 'ly lla ! Johnny's First Date Mom,--Mommy, she's promised to go to the prom with meil Little Johnny burst madly into the kitchen to break the news to his young mother. She listens excitedly while he babbles on about Joan, and how he, aged fifteen has managed to wrangle his first date. Johnny's brother Bobby, who is two years his senior, bangs on the bathroom door. NHey, will you hurry up? I've'got to have my shower too.n uOh, Bob, have a heart, your only going to a show, and besides you won't have to leave till after I do. I've only been here for half an hour.n Poor Johnny emer es in a few moments, and heads frantically for the bedroom, where his mother has laid out his first formal wardrobe. It is now nearly six, and while dressing he drops his collar pin behind his bureau. In retreiving that, the third button on his shirt decides to pop off. Now our poor little boy dashes pell-mell down the stairs, where he knows there is someone to fix it. The grandfather clock in the corner shows all too plainly that it is 6:55, when Johnny again emerges, this time fully dressed, from his room. The gardenias have arrived, he picks them up nervously, kissed his mother, and heads for.the garage. Joan Ralston, lives on Hill Crest Avenue, which is about two miles from Johnny's house. He drives rather slowly, as he approaches her home, but as he prepares to drive in, his courage leaves him, and he circles the block in the hope that it will return. Never in his young life has he been so excited, and never so nervous, yet he grits his teeth and h ads the car into the drive- way. He steps from the car, heads for the front door, and timidly rings the bell. In the second before she greets him, he glances at his watch. It is 7:14, and with a sigh of relief he realizes that at least he is on time 0 Our beautiful Joan now opens the door, poised and self confident. As they descend the steps together Johnny siiles and wonders how she has managed to remain as unruffled as she has at a time like this. B. idler '45 59 Ve il , 4441- , L. .

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I:'l'-IE PANTS Pants! Pantsl Pantsl not a skirt in the group Where are the girls? Oh, they are still there only they converted from skirts to slacks. What has happened to the feminine sex? That is the question every male is asking. The feminine selves in an er sex could continue the Schools farce? You bet! having nslack troublen should sex are evidently trying to rejuvenate themr outlandish sort of way. If some of the fair- see themselves as others see them, would they install a few full length mirrors at strategic points around the build- ing. Or better still if the boys wished a quick retreat they might model the latest creation in girls skirts. Yes, the girls definitely have one good argument for wearing slacks--the conserving of silk stockings, but the girls could wear skirts minus silk stockings with lt. If the girls want to go completely not abolish all make-up and the other marks accept nHarvard haircuts' as a standard hair h Bit if you wish to win the admiration and get away masculine why of femininity do. of the males act like girls, instead of tomboys in creased pantaloons. ENEQWJTI raw we Q -V ' I 'flll M. Bates '45

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LONDON 1941 When little Bobb1e's mother died, his Aunt Jane and Aunt Betty took him in to live with them. Aunt Jane was a middle aged woman, with a good na- ture but with poor understanding of children. Aunt Betty who was younger worked while Jane stayed home and kept house. Betty was very fond of little Bobby and they used to have grand times when she would get home from work and on Sundays. Bobby had lived in London with his parents before but they were killed. He was a good little boy, but was used to having everything. He was a smart little boyg when he came to America to live with his aunts, he understood he couldn't have everything he wanted. He made friends with rather an old man, whom he call- ed 'Gumpy'. He lived on the farm next to him. Every afternoon the little old man would call Bobby in for tea and cookies. They became great friends. One afternoon old Gumpy, had a big surprise for Bobby. nOh, Gumpy' please tell me what the surprise is. I'm just dying' to know. Please, Gumpy,hurry up.n Bobby jump ed up and down with anxiety, nwell, if you go over there and take the towel off that basket you will see.u Quickly Bobby ran to the corner, tore off the cover and there it was--the cutest, littlest, puppy you ever saw nGumpy, he is wonderful. How did you know I wanted one so bad, huh, how did you know Gumpy?n 'Well, I know, when I was a little tyke I had me a puppy and he was the best friend I ever had--till you CBBC alongn. 'Gee, Gumpy, how am I ever gonna thank ya.u Gee, Gumpy, can I take him home now and show Aunt Jane? she will love him like I do, and Aunt Betty will be crazy him when she sees him. You know, Gumpy, I had a dog over OVST in England, he was my best friend too, his name was 'Pepper'. I think I'l1 call this doggy Pepper too. Is that O.K.?n n0f course, now run along and show him to your Aunt Jane.n Quick as a flash Bobby was out of the door and stand- ing on the back porch of his own house wiping his feet, because Aunt Jane was very strict about her floors. He opened the door and called anxiously, nAunt Jane, ooh, Aunt Jane, look what I 've got, Gumpy gave him to me, oh 1sn't he wonderful? I'm gonna call him Pepper, because my other dog's name was Pepper.' 'I'm awfully sorry, Bobby, but I hope you don't in- tend to keep him here in this house. Now like a good boy take him back to lumpy and you can play with him as often as you l1ke.' nBut Aunt Jane, Pepper is mine, all mine and I've got to keep him. He can stay with me up in my room and he wont bother anyonw, honest he wont, please Aunt Jane I--- nI'm sorry Bobby, but you'll be going back to school soon, and I canft have that dog hanging around, always under my feet, no, Bobby now run along, take him over to Gumpy, With a depressing look and heavy feet, Bobby carried his little puppy to the door, opened it and disappeared, not to be seen until three nights later when they found