Freeport High School - Clarion Yearbook (Freeport, ME)

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JUNIOR RED CROSS COUNCIL This year a Junior Red Cross Council was formed in our high school. Each class has two representatives on the council, except for the seniors who have such a small class that one representative is enough. Those representing the different classes are as follows: Freshmen .....,.....i.4,,....,.s,....,.. ., Lois Randall, Miriam Bemard Sophomore ....i ,...,... C ermaine Crose, Mary Milliken junior ......,..,.. .......,..,,......,.... S hirley Merriman, Jackie Sylvain Senior ...,,..,......,.......,..,..,.,.....i.....,... ii.i,,, ....,.i,. lX 1 arjorie Basinet Our teacher sponsor, the faculty adviser of our group, is Miss Little. As we began late in the school vear, it was impossible to undertake a large project, but we did hold a successful membership drive. At our Hrst meeting we became acquainted with the many useful projects connected with the Iunior Red Cross and during this meeting Mary Milliken Was elected president. We hope in the future to start a successful project that will enable a great number of the student body to participate. MARY MILLIKEN, ,54. JUNIOR RED CROSS COUNCIL Back Row, Left to Right: S. Merriman, M. Bernard, M. Basinet. Front Row, Left to Right: ll. Sylvain, M. Milliken, Miss Little, Advisor, C. Grose, L. Randall. 4,

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flirt ,EAA M' IUNIOR PRIZE SPEAKING Back Row, Left to Right: A. Haskell, I. Gould, E. Leighton, N. Sargent, E. Holmes, M. Turner. Front Row, Left to Right: M. Basinet, G. Barnard, G. Mahar, C. Tibbetts. LOOKING BACK Last year junior Prize Speaking was held on April 11. Carol Coffin played a prelude of songs after which a prayer was given by Rev. Leslie Craig. The selections started with a comedy, The School Program given by Marjorie Basinet. Next Charles Tibbetts told about Dramatic Art . That was followed by lane Entertains the Ministeri' as told by Anne Haskell. Last before a piano solo by Beverly Fowlie was Nancy Sargent telling the touching story about The Commencement? Following the piano solo came Glenna Maharis humorous selection about Four Generationsv. The serious tale of the Soul of the Violin by joan Gould quieted everyone for a moment. Next Edgar Leighton set every- one laughing with Guiding the Guidesv. Marilyn Turner had all criminals tied up in Bopes',. Glenna Mahar sang and Ioan Wheeler touch the audienece with the sad yet beautiful Swan Songu. Everyone laughed over Elaine Holme's account of The Lady Who Had Been to New Yorkv, only to be sobered by joan of Lorraine given by Beverly F owlie. George Barnard finished the program with the humor of Fisherman's Luckv. Music was played while the judges decided the prizes. George Barnard came out with first prize, followed by Glenna Mahar with second, while third prize went to Beverly Fowlie. Marjorie Basinet had honorable mention. ANN HASKELL, '52.

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Inside of a Paper Bag I sit here at my desk peacefully gazing out the window, while the monotonous tones of the teacher drone on. I really have no interest in what is going on about me for all my thoughts are centered upon a brown paper bag that is going thru mysterious anticts just outside the window. First it jumps, then bobs about a bit and settles down with an occasional stirring about. There is no wind to be causing this, so seriously there is something inside of the bag. How I long to be out there. School is in session only five minutes more, but will I get there soon enough to solve this mystery? There goes the bell! At last we are dismissed. Hastily I don my coat and race outside. YVhen I reach the bag, it is again jumping about. I didn't notice before that the end of the bag is tied. Quickly I untied the string and reaching inside, my hand strikes something soft and warm. Startled I withdraw my hand, but upon inspection, I Hnd I have received no injuries and reach inside once more. Strange hissing sounds were now coming from the interior of the bag. This time I drew forth a small gray kitten, who was very surprised to suddenly be suspended in niidair. Someone had tied it up, and by means of hopping and jumping it had traveled as far as the school. The kitten was very frightened now, but I put her in my pocket and raced excitedly home. My mother is very pleased and delighted for we had been wanting a kitten for sometime. After advertising for two weeks and receiving no reply, we finally kept the kitten and gave it a happy home. PAULINE YVHITTEN, '54. Unabridged Data If you were to make a few not too noticeable changes in the rules and routines of the Freeport High School, pertaining mostly to the Class of '52 of course, what would you do? I imagine it would be necessary to have very broadminded teachers,- you know-the kind who join in the spit ball throw- ing, and just love to see the students chew gum all day-not to mention storing a little gum for future use between the pages of a history book. Then too it might be nice to turn around and talk to the guy or gal behind you anytime you felt it necessary, or be able to copv the fellow's work across from you-or better still have your books open during the tests without getting detention. Even if all this is impossible, why couldn't you at least get up for a drink or take a walk when you dicided you had set still long enough? Well, I guess its about time to stop this dream- ing and do a little studying for tomorrow, due to the fact that homework is still given out at the end of each class. Here's to easier school days and less advancement in the outer world. MARJORIE BASINET, '52. Storm The day is dark and cold and dreary, The rain comes pounding down, And all the world looks battered As the storm is raging round. The trees, forlom and bleak, Are broken by the wind, just see them swaying to and fro, Then standing straight and tall again. The wind howls round the corners Making weird sounds for human ears, But the God of Storm continues on Not beset by human fears. When the storm is o'er And calm returns again, Life continues peacefully on Until again it's bruised by storm. PAMELA wmTTEN, '5.3. A Night of Suspense The scene is a cold, drizzly night with the fog so thick that a foot ahead of you was as far as you could see. I took out my flashlight but it was as good as nothing in the ghostly denseness. It was one of those nights when you can hear things, foot steps for instance, but no one is in sight. I walked around the corner of the Bartol Library. A light breeze was coming up which made the bushes and leaves on the building swish in the dampness. I stopped suddenly. Why I do not know. I heard nothing. In fact it was so quiet I was frightened. Then I heard it. A squeak, squeak, and anotherllll Someone was coming! Someone or something was following me. I stepped back and leaned against the building in panic. It never occured to me at the time that the only way someone could find me in the darkness was to bump into me. I could hear the wind pound- ing against the leaves. As I stood there I imagined hundreds of different things. Then I knew. It was a murderer who had broken out of prison! What should I do? Then he came around the corner. My heart stood still. He spoke, He couldn't have gone very far. He was just ahead of me. I heard him call my name. I saw something white. A ghostlll No. It was my own scarf. I had left it at Bamy's house and he was bringing it back to me. I was speachlessllll RICHARD SAWYER, '52.