Farmington High School - Laurel Yearbook (Farmington, ME)

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

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T H E I, A U R E L WADE, MELVIN G. General 1nMELrv Motto: Always stick to the truth. Chorus 3, 4g Public Speaking 3, junior Speaking Semi-finals, Finals 3. Comment: Full of the joy of living. WALKER, LIZLAND C. General GRAMPY Motto: One is never too old to learn. Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 43 Basketball 1, 23 Football 23 Prom Com- mittee 3g Class Play, Second Fiddle 43 Hockey 45 Band 2g Handel-Bach Concert 23 F. S. N. S. and F. H. S. Concert 1, 2, Thanksgiving Concert 1, 2, 3, F. G. S, and F. H. S. Concert 1, 2, 3. 43 Cabaret 2, 43 Music Festival 2, 3, 45 Stage Manager Ghost Hunters 33 Stage Manager Sunset 3. Cq0?71'Wll 11f.' Hold thc fort! I'm coming. WATSON, ROBERT sl. College Preparatory Motto: Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Football 45 Hockey 45 Baseball 43 Tennis 4. Comment: Thurc 's too much beauty on this earth for lonely man to bear. WESTON, TASNNETTE FRANCES Commercial Motto: If your lips would keep from slips Five rules observe with care: To whom you speak, Of whom you speak, And how, and when, and where. Commcn-t: The reward of silence is sure. WHITNEY, ARLYN T. Commercial WHIT Motto: Anything that is worth doing is worth doing well. Girls' Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4, President 45 Chorus 1, 2, 3, 45 The Pampered Darling lg Debating 25 Coontown Wedding 25 Hi-Life Minstrel 3, Senior Play, Second Fiddlel' 43 Traffic Officer 3, 45 Office Girl 3. 45 LAUREL Board, Typist 45 Taking the Count 35 We 're on the Air 4: Public Speaking 3, 45 Junior Prize Speaking Contest, Finals 3, 43 Lydia O. Spear Contest. Semi-finals 33 Handel-Bach Concert 15 F. S. N. S. and F. H. S. Concert 1, 23 Thanksgiving Concert 1, 3, 4, Inter- School Cabaret 2, 4g Home Town Revue 35 Fair Concert 45 Hi-Life Hill-Billy Party , Soloist 45 Junior Prom, Usher 13 Commencement Dance, Usher 2s Last Chapel Address 43 Mixed Chorus 4. Comnwnt: Brightly .smile and sweetly sing.

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THE LAUREL 19 HONOR STUDENTS OF CLASS OF 1938 Valedictory ........ CONSTANCE MCLEARY Salutatory .,... ......... N ORMA Voss Third Honor ............ MYRTLE Fos'rE.R Fourth Honor ........ LAURA WORTHLEY Fifth Honor .... IACQUELINE GREENWOOD Sixth Honor .,.......... GLENYS GOULD YT CLASS DAY PARTS Address of Welcome . NORMAN BLANCHARD Will .............,.,..... BERNICE Cox History .... .,.. D ARRELL BRYANT Gifts .,... .... B ARBARA RoBB1Ns REINO RAY Prophecy . . . . MABEL HAGERSTROM CARLTON WADE Oration .... .....,.... E LDEN 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 flash 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. Off 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 flipped 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 1 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 democracy, they had said,-and yet there are fewer democracies now than before the war. To what purpose this mad rush to reach military supremacy? Did there not