Farmington High School - Laurel Yearbook (Farmington, ME)

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'A' LAUREL 'k Melville Iohnson Ir.- Sweet Marie Gloria Raymond - lust Plain Lonesome Marie Iohnson- Who Wouldn't Love You Shirley Richards - All Out for New Vine- Hazel Kelley - Mary Kelley's Beau yard Raymond Kelley - Tiny Tot Eugene Lambert- I Dream of Genie with His Light Brown Hair Leonard Luce - Bug Eyes Marie Luger- How Long Has This Been Going On Patricia McHugh- Turn OPI the Heat Bradford Moore- Nobody Loves Me, No- body Cares Robert Morrill - On Time Thelma Newell- Are You Spoken Fer? Lois Nichols- When I Was a Lady Pauline O'Shaughnessey- Sweet and Lonely Iohn Paradis - Hey! Goodlooking Mazie Parlin - Blond Bomber Betty Rackliffe - Rosalita Doris Rackliffe - I'm from the West Side H n Barbara Ranger - I Ain't Nobody's Darling William Richards- Ieff, My Darling Virginia Rossier- My Sweetheart's the Man in the Moon Eleanor Stevens - Comin' in on a Rim and a Spare Glenn Stowe - Mutt O'Brian Robert Suomi - Slender, Tender and Tall Ieanette Thompson - Twitterpated Maynard Towle - Any Bonds Today? Reginald Walker - Bashful Roland Weston - Happy Go Lucky Lawrence Whitney- For I-Ie's a Iolly Good Fellow Golda Williams - I'm in Love Herbert Wing- Down Wilton Way Mrs. L. Iohnson- Our Ideal All the Freshmen- When I Am Sweet Six- teen Ieanette Thompson '47 His head is as empty as last year's ration book. - R. Suomi '47. Donnie Wells is as precious as ration points. -D. Rackliife '47. The angry words were rubber and snapped back.-R. Clafiin '46, The watch counted the minutes.-I. Marks '46. Memories, like sand, sift through the dust of the past.-G. York '46. The music sobbed into the room.-P. Frary '46, His face closed like an old watch with a spring lid.-E. Gray '46. My allowance was as low as the sugar bowl. -M. Parlin '46. New York is a rhapsody to our war-weary soldiers and sailors.--I. Foss '46. The rose bush lay like a butterfly in its cocoon under the heavy blanket of snow. - M. Wil- liams '46, My shadow was walking beside me.-E. Prescott '46, 20 The trees waved their arms as the wind scam- pered through them.-R. Heminway '46. The fluffy white clouds were like freshly popped corn.-E. Prescott '46, The Art of Packing a Lunch-Box You may think that packing a lunch-box is easy, but I consider it a most digieult job. The art of packing a lunch-box, which I had to learn when I joined the 4-H Club, is one thing which is very handy to know. Any child likes to eat his lunch from an at- tractive lunch-box. A well-packed box should contain nutritious foods, which will provide a well-balanced meal. This might be two peanut- butter sandwiches, a pint of milk, an orange, and an oatmeal cookie or a piece of chocolate cake. One wno LEARNS THE ART or PACKING A LUNCH-Box will never regret it. You - - - job - Compound-complex sentence One - - - it - Complex sentence, restrictive ad- jective clause Elsie Currier '45

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i LAUREL i FACIAL NAME NOTED FOR EXPRESSION DESTINY Curtis Berry Scheming Mirthful A farmer's faithful friend Ralph Claflin Artistic ability Eager Quiet scholar Lawrence Churchill Studious appearance Clownish Winnies successor Lawrence Davis lnipatience Condesccnding Originator of Baby Walkers Co. Herbert Duley His question mark endings Calm Mayor of Chesterville Glenwood Farmer Politeness Relaxed Occupant of F. S. N. S. nursery Frederick Gifford Quietness 'Very contented Sphinx Earl Goodspeed Ruining the English language Roguish A tempcrance lecturer Richard Hemingway Really studying Unchangeable More than a soda-jerker Arno Hill Finnish love talk Quizzical You guess Rupert Hiltz Trouble making Carefree 'lu-iitsu artist l' Richard Hoclgkins Too many things Ever-changing Connoiseur of Vaga girls Alan Keith Originality Innocent Drummer-boy Richard Lidstone Speeding Happy-go-lucky A dare Devil Iames Marks Up to the minute world facts Thoughtful A state senator Robert Masterman Sulking Open A dance innovator Iohn Newcomb Affectionate attitude lnquiring Nationally famed sprinter Everett Newell Excuses lndehnable A substitute teacher Walter Nies Friendship Mischievous Owner of a paper glider factory Iames Nile Trickery Humorous Owner of a grapevine chewing gum plant Millard Parlin Flashy socks Affahle Latin teacher Richard Roy Interest in Inter Sanctum Self-revealing Snake hunter Donal Stanley I-flattering comments lmpish Circus trainer Raymond Titconili Anfne'sJ ever faithful lover Devilish Co-originator of Baby Walker Co. loline Wilson '46 CLASS OF 1947 Ralph Bryant- Second Verse Any Bonds To- Foolash day? Ridiculous Scott Butterfield - I'm from Temple Evergreen Louis Collette - Frenchie Shy Dorothy Comstock - Oh, Iohnny l' Humorous Iohn Cutler - l'm Wrapped Around Your Modest Finger H American Katherine Davis - Darling Kathy Davis Noisy Kenneth Durrell Ir. - L' This Is the High School, Mr. Durrell Say,It,Wid,,Soug5 Stanley Ellsworth - He's a Right Guy Charles Adams - .. Charlie ,, Norman Eerraric- The Sheik of Araby Winston Archer U- H Mousy H Ioan -Fortier - Short but Sweet U 1 I Beatrice Fraser - Rusty Dusty Blues Grace Bacheldcr - H Whlsperlng 7, Annie Fullef 1 U Shout! Bf0LhCI'l Shout! H Barbara Barker- There Will Never Be An other You Evelyn Barker - A Touch of Temple Lester Barker - Marie Elena Barbara Beale- A Little Bit of Heaven Audrey Bosworth - Are You Kidding Marion Bradley - She's Everybody's Pal Leonard Brooks- BoBo the Hobo Marjorie Gaskell -A I'll Always Be Glad to Take You Back Benjamin Gay- That Old Black Magic Helen Gray - Darling Helen Gray George Greenwood - Any Little Girl Donald Hutchinson -- Oh, What a Beautiful Smile Emerson lepson - Scatterbrain 19

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LAUREL ir W.. what Jimuuha. meano AMERICA -I reserve this phrase for my native land: Some think-Scotch, Irish, but I, American! Genella Moore '45 -M is for Myself, whom you may not know? I am not very fast, nor yet very slow. Virginia Webber '45 -E stands first for Educationg This is the up-building of any nation. Wilma Kyes '45 R is for Religion, in which we all may chooseg Since this is His war, we'll never lose. Barbara Ialbert '45 l is for I and Independence, But more for Borders not lined with fence. Pauline Berry '45 -C is to every girl and every boy, A Childhood filled with utter ioyl Eleanor Hammond '44 -Americans have learned they cannot rest And protect the Land they love the best. Irene Paradis '45 AMERICA MEANS America means a lot of things, From freedom of religion to oyster stew, To a chocolate angel-cake That tastes like walking through A flavored fog with an open mouth. It means memories, Fresh within the mind - Memories of that first County Fair When Grandpa took us to Find The joy of a merry-go-round. It means a cottage Nestled between the hills, Where we find relaxation From the madness that fills The working-day. It means great men, great deeds - The Liberty Bell, Grant's tomb, Guadalcanal - Symbolic of the preservation of that way of life Which will forever spell America to us all. Mary Pinkham '44 MAP OF MY COUNTRY lWith thanks to Prof. Iohn I-Iolmesj The map of my country is all hills, The little winding road that goes up and down, The cog railroad up Mt. Katahdin, The pin-dot lakes ioined by ribbon-like streams, Dwarfed by white frosted peaks. Boy Scout hikes To that little cabin on the hillside, Ice fishing trips with scalding hot cocoa, I-Iot dogs and tilt-o-whirls at the county fair, Bowling and popcorn, over-crowded toboggans, Roasted corn ears on a Fire by the lakeside. The maps of other people are not like mine. They have no picture of naked boys in the Sandy, Or walking boom-logs in the Kennebec. The hills and mountains on my map Would be marked with a cross for a campfire spot And a line for a hike to the top. Iust a rocky thread of the sea is shown, With a mark on a weather-beaten rock where I watched Fishermen's boats put-putting in and out of the harbor. And the rheumatic steamboat with t.he whole crew sing- ing Sweet Adeline, their voices cracked by salt water. The map of my native country would show hayfields VVith men sweating under huge forkfuls of hay, I-Iurrying because that speck of cloud might be a shower, My map also would show snowdrifts With car rooftops rising white like a frozen botde of milk. There are cities on my map, but not as my father names them -- Auburn. Augusta, Bangor, Bath, Biddeford, Brewer, Calais - And all the others alphabetically. I have a tree To remember this village by, and a small sand pile To remind me of the hours spent building castles And dykes and moats. This city is marked By a capitol building whose depths I never understood. At the bottom of my map I would have the key. X is where our boat went down and one man nearly drowned: O is the lakeside camp, my resort for three summersg ' is the place where the sailboat turned overg T reminds me of five terrifying hours lost in Black Brook Bog: 1 stands for hunting trips in the hemlock of Dead River. Thus my map would be marked with these my symbols, Which only I could decipher, For this is my native country. Dewey Richards '45