Farmington High School - Laurel Yearbook (Farmington, ME)

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T H E L A U R E L WHLTTEN, VERA Erase Home Economics N H ' Motto: While we live, let us live. Traffic Officer 45 Hi-Life Board. Columnist 2, Business Man- ager 3, 45 Freshman Reception 2, Senior Play, Business Man- ager 49 Girls' Glee Club l, 2, 3, 4g F. G. S. and F. H. S. Con- certs l, 2, 3, 43 Cabaret 25 F. S. N. S. and F. H. S. Concerts 1, 23 Handel-Bach Concert 25 'Thanksgiving Concert 2, 3g Hi-Life Minstrel 35 County Fair Booth 45 School Fair 35 Students' Day, Student Teacher 25 Junior Prom Committee 3g Bacca- laureate Program 33 LAUREL Board, Editor-in-Chief 45 Usher, Class Day and Graduation 1, 25 Chorus l, 2, 3, 4, Fair Concert 4. Comment : Knitting mul willml sing-ing, and it seemed that her 'voice comforted her hands to work. VVILBUR, MAYLAN 'CnAru,Es General ff RED Motto: It shall be done. Comment: A blush of modesty. WORTHLEY, LAURA M. College Preparatory T ILLIE Motto: Labor is but refreshment from repose. LAUREL Board, School-Calendar Editor 3, Class Editor 43 Public Speaking 3, 43 University of Maine Contest, First Prize for Seri- ous Reading in State 4, Tie for Second Place in Junior Speaking Contest 33 Executive Committee 43 Dust of the Road 33 Echo 4, First Prize One-act Drama for This Section of Maineg Librarian 43 Countess in Amateur Play 4g Address to Undergraduates 4. ' Comment: Grace silently orders her actions. YEATON, LEON ALIZPIIIT' General Motto: One is never too oldito learn. Comment: More thoughts than words.

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T H E l. A U R F. L WADE, Mtc1.v1N G. General ri MEL n Motto: Always stick to the truth. Chorus 3, 4g Public Speaking 33 junior Speaking Semi-finals, Finals 3. Commcnt: Full of the joy of living. WALKER, Lia1.ANo C. , General GRAM PY Motto: One is never too old to learn. O1'CllC.Sll'Il l, 2, 3, 43 Basketball l, 23 Football 23 Prom Com- mittee 33 Class Play, Second Fiddle 4g Hockey 43 Band 2g Handel-Bach Concert 23 F. S. N. S. and F. H. S. Concert 1, 23 Thanksgiving Concert l, 2, 33 F. G. S. and- F. H. S. Concert 1, 2, 3, 43 Caba.ret 2, -lg Music Festival 2, 3, 43 Stage Manager Ghost Hunters 3g Stage Manager Sunset 3. COH11IIL'Ill.' 1-lolrl Ihr: fort! I l11- coming. WA'r'soN, RolnsR'1' J. College Preparatory Motto: Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Football 43 Hockey 43 Baseball 43 Tennis 4. Comment: Tlwrc's loo much beauty on this earth for lonely main to lIUl11'.J' W15s'roN, AN N E'r'1'1s FRANCES Commercial Motto: li your lips would keep from slips Five rules observe with careg To whom you speak, Of whom you speak, And how, and when, and where. CU1l!lllL'71fl.' The reward of silence is swf. VVIIITNIEY, ARLYN T. Commercial i WHIT Motto: Anything that is worth doing is worth doing well. Girls' Glee Club l, 2, 3, 4, President 43 Chorus 1, 2, 3, 43 The Pampered Darling 13 Debating 23 Coontown Wedding 23 I-li-Life Minstrel 33 .Senior Play, Second Fiddle 43 Traffic Officer 3, 43 Ofhce Girl 3, 43 LAUREL Board, Typist 43 Taking the Count 33 We 're on the Air 43 Public Speaking 3, 43 Junior Prize Speaking Contest, Finals 3, 43 Lydia O. Spear Contest, Semi-finals 3g l-landel-Bach Concert 13 F. S. N. S. and F. H. S. Concert I, 23 Thanksgiving Concert l, 3, 43 Inter- School Cabaret 2, 43 U Home Town Revue 33 Fair Concert 43 Hi-Life Hill-Billy Party , Soloist 43 junior Prom, Usher lg Commencement Dance, Usher 23 Last Chapel Address 43 Mixed Chorus 4. COMWll4'Hl.' Brightly smile and sweetly sing. xr'

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THE LAUREL 19 HONOR STUDENTS OF CLASS OF 1938 Valedictory ......,, CONSTANCE MCLEARY Salutatory ..., ....... N ortMA Vosxa Third Honor . . . . . .... MYRTLE FOSTER Fourth 1-Ionor ........ LAURA WORTHLE1' Fifth Honor .... IACQUELINE GREENWOOD Sixth Honor ............ GLENYS GOULD YT' CLASS DAY PARTS Address of Welcome . NORMAN BLANC1-IARD Will ..,.....,..........,. BERNICE Cox History .. .. DARRELL BRYANT Gifts . . , . . BARBARA ROBBINS REINO IQAY Prophecy . . MABEL I-IAGERSTROM CAIKLTON WADE Oration .. ....,.. ELDEN I'IALL, IR. TT VALEDICTORY Reverie O almost every person comes that sen- sation at one time or another of drift- ing, in which the body is helpless but thoughts active. It usually occurs when one is half-asleep or drowsy. Pictures Hash un- summoned before your closed eyes or ideas spring unbidden into your brain. This essay is based on such an experience. Though inherently it is a fantasy, nevertheless there is a delicate stencil of truth tracing its subtle design. OII the tip of Florida is a small island with a narrow strip of white sand on one side. At the time of which I am speaking, very little was known of it, and I was de- termined to swim out and explore it. Thus it was that one morning found me in the tepid water slowly headed for this same piece of land. It happened to be the first time I had been in a bathing suit since I had reached Florida, and it certainly was a change to have my cares forsake me with each wave that washed up over my shoulders. Even so, I began to think that my strength was not equal to my zeal. Tiring, I fiipped over on my back to gaze dreamily at the clouds drifting above like tufts of snowy cotton. Suddenly another object drew my attention, a motorboat tossing up the spray as it sped toward me and leaving a trail of white be- hind it. Didn't they see me? I moved into sudden activity, waved one hand and shouted,-a rather difficult procedure when in ten fathoms of water. Nearer and nearer. Ah! the fellow saw me and at the last minute swervedg but the foaming wake which followed the launch caught me in its grasp. I struggled, sank, and came up gasp- ing, choking for air. My arms and legs Hailed. I lost my senses. Gallons of jade- green water seethed over me. My sight was blurred now. Down and down, and the farther I sank, the lighter and happier I felt. My body was apart, impersonal, I could even breathe well. No cares, no worries, only this mass of water, boiling and swirling, forming all sorts of pictures. I began to dream. What else could it be called, this detached feeling which brought me a clearer perspective than I had ever had before? And as the water bubbled around, in its magic, mystic depths I could see the coral just below and the glints of color as the fish swam about. But even as I looked, the rest- less waters were stilledg and the crimson, topaz and emerald reflected from a source like the setting sun changed and melted in together. Then, as if an unseen hand had waved a magic wand, the liquid darkened to an ebony-black with an irregular stain of crimson like a spilt goblet of wine or- and I shuddered to think of it-the scarlet flowing from an open wound. I saw a line of trenches filled with men, and in front a The air mass of barbed wire and posts. was suddenly filled with the screech of a shell as it burst near by. Two orderlies were carrying a youth, who, in his tattered khaki, seemed barely twenty. Irregular spurts of blood were gushing from a vein in his wrist. He barely had had a chance to fight, and now, his once-proud body maimed, he was lying there. To make the world safe for democracyf' they had saidg-and yet there are fewer democracies now than before the war. To what purpose this mad rush to reach military supremacy? Did there not