Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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DONALD WILLIAM BROWN, Brownie GENERAL COURSE Born February 14, 1932 Residence, Lynn, Mass. Football CI, 2, 3, 453 Basketball C2, 3, 45, Baseball f25g Track Q2, 3, 455 Skiing CI, 2, 3, 453 Glee Club CI, 2, 3, 45, Varsity Club Q2, 353 Student Council QI, 45, BELL Board f25g Class President f2, 35. Ambition To get away from it all Weaknesx Being a Wolf Favorite Saying Look, Skippy peanut butterf' STANLEY EDWARD BROWN MECHANICAL ARTS COURSE Born March 16, 1933 Residence, East Fryeburg, Maine Football f45g Future Farmers of America Ambition To win an argument with T. B. Weakness Excuses Favorite Saying No suh-can't be clone. WILLIAM EUGENE NIEMAN, IR., Bill COLLEGE COURSE Born November 15, 1932 Residence, South Orange, N. I. Entered from Columbia High School, '5o. Football Q45g Basketball C455 Baseball Ambition To inherit a li'l ole bank Weakness Women Favorite Saying Aw, gee! ROBERT YORK PRESTON, Bob GENERAL COURSE Born February 24, 1933 Residence, Freedom, N. H. Entered from Manchester High School, ,49. Football Manager - Ambition To get 84 pts. lflfeakness No. 4 Favorite Saying ???

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DOROTHY ELAINE WENTWORTH, Dot COMMERCIAL COURSE Born Ianuary 9, 1933 Residence, Cornish, Maine Entered from Cornish High School, ,4Q. Glee Club c45Q Y-Teens f4Dg Student Council Q4jg BELL Board f4jg Basketball Ambition To be a ban.ker's wife Weakness Buicks Favorite Saying You know. GEORGE HENRY WHITAKER MECHANICAL ARTS CoURsE Born May 14, 1933 Residence, Fryeburg, Maine Manager I.V. Baseball C3jg Track CID, One-Act Plays i1,2D' Aahbition To sit back and relax Weakness Roberta Favorite Saying Now don't be meanf, AGNES KARRINE WOODWARD, Aggie HOME ECONOMICS COURSE Born November 23, 1932 Residence, East Hiram, Maine Basketball Q2, 3jg Hockey Q2, 3, 43, Softball C2, 35g Glee Club CID, Play Day 13, 45, Y-Teens CI, 2, 3, 453 Prize Speaking ' Ambition To be a storekeepefs wife Weakness Cotton Favorite Saying 'KOh, yeah.

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4 Nj .- ts l I MY DEBUT NEVER shall I forget my first appearance in the annual town band concert. This concert was the great event of the year, and Peter Watson and I were to play a trumpet duet as the opening number of the program. My family was looking forward with pride to my appearance. They, poor souls, had endured my in- cessant practicing for weeks without too much griping. I had practiced nAmerica, the Beautifuln for the last time that morning when I decided to wash the trum- pet. I did a thorough job of cleaning it and finished by removing and wiping the three valves which are nearly alike. All was apparently in readiness for the after- noon. My new blue suit and the carefully pressed red and white jacket which members of the band wore had been neatly laid out on my bed. Perhaps I'd better try it once moref, I thought, thinking of the trumpet, but just then mother called. '6You'd better come along to dinner now, Roger,', she said. If you can't play that thing by now, you never willf, So I scurried along. The concert was to start at 3:00 and by 2:45 the bleachers and chairs which had been moved into the park were all filled. Sitting on the wooden platform in the center of the park, I looked out over a varied audience-elderly people sit- ting placidly anticipating the performance, small children scampering about or pouting to restraining mothers, worried parents, proud of their children's ac- complishments, bored parents who were sighing disinterestedly at the thought of the ordeal to which they would soon be subjected. Mother was obviously proud of her son, as she exchanged greetings with near- by friends, and father seemed pleased too. My whole family was seated in the third row so they could see and hear everything. Gramp, uneasy in his best clothes, bore the look of stubborn doubt which he had assumed from the first of my musical career as a trumpeter. My older sister Iane in her new pink taffeta dress was exchanging long and frequent glances with her boy friend Bob on the other side of the aisle, while Alice, the younger, when she wasn't making faces at me or tittering over some private joke with the girl behind her, was gazing listlessly about the park trying to catch someone's eye. MJ