Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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RAYMOND CARROLL LAMONT, Raym GENERAL COURSE Born January 23, 1933 Residence, East Hiram, Maine Ambition P P F Ifeaknexs Blondes Faiforite saying Heck LEONARD ALLEN LEVINE COLLEGE COURSE Born April 16, 1934 Residence, Princeton, New Jersey Entered froni Hun School of Princeton, '50. Skiing C333 Tennis 13, 41, Prize Speaking 133. y Ambition To be a psychiatrist Weakness Being late Fava-rite sayin-g What was that question, sir?

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JUNE ADELAIDE THOMPSON, Tommy HOME ECONOMICS COURSE Born June 21, 1934 Residence, Center Lovell, Maine Basketball 11, 23g Softball 11, 23g BELL Board 133, One- Acl Plays 1133 Future Homemakers of America 143. Ambition To he the perfect housewife Wcakxwss Johnny I ar'uritz' saying You think so? WILLIAM JOSEPH TRUE, Bill COLLEGE COURSE Bom May 13, 1934 Residence, Denmark, Maine Football 1435 Basketball 12, 333 Baseball 11, 2, 3, 43g Cross Country 1135 Varsity Club 1433 Student Council 1439 One-Act Plays 123. Ambition To beat Dan's time H'r'nknr'x.r East Brownfield I:lIZ'U1'ifL'A'1lj'l'I1!l F ? F MARILYN CHARLOTTE WESCOTT, Maggie HOME ECONOMICS COURSE Born December 5, 1934 Residence, Kezar Falls, Maine Entered from Porter High School, '49. Basketball 12, 3, 433 Softball 12, 3, 433 Tennis 1233 Glee Club 12, 3, 43g Y-Teens 12, 3, 433 Student Council 1433 BELL Board 1433 Vice-President Future Homemakers of America 143. .'1WIf7IAfI.0II' To get out of Kezar Falls H'l'l1L'llPJX ller diet l u:'01'1'i1' Jllyillil Got to clietuf AVALON MAE WHITE, Arie COMMERCIAL COURSE Born November 1, 1934 Residence, Casco, Maine Entered from North Yarmouth Academy, '5l. Basketball 143, Assistant Manager Hockey 143, Softball 133: Glee Club 13, 43: Play Day 1431 Y-Teens 13, 43. Ambition To graduate Uvl't1kllt'5A' Male or mail Frwuriif' .ruyiny Jeannie Crummel

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4 ii Eli I I My Biggest Catch UNCLE Joe and I were returning from the last outpost, a lighthouse built upon a rock twelve miles from our home port at Long Island, Maine. It had been a routine trip for Uncle Joe and his men, but it was a new expe- rience for me. I had seen a lot of the sea in the past years with my father, but he had never taken me this far from the island. Ever since Pearl Har- bor Dad and Joe had been members of a secret organization under opera- tion Watch Dog. Now a month after my seventeenth birthday I was a sworn member of the crew whose job it was to watch carefully for strange craft or suspicious characters while fishing about the island. The grey of dusk was swiftly turning into the black of night. We were now approaching the back shore of our island. Two miles further along the coast there was a sheltered harbor, my home, supper, and a warm bed. Then suddenly the unpredictable dissolved my dreams of comfort. The regular purr of the engine became broken and a few seconds later died completely. Our momentum and a swift current carried us around the point. Before anyone could say a word. I saw a big splash on the far side of the cove. Thinking it to be a whale, I pointed it out to the others. What I saw next made me freeze in horror. The spray subsided revealing a submarine. No one dared to move a muscle. as the sub moved slowly along the shore. Seconds passed like hours. Finally, we discerned that their desti- nation was about five hundred yards out from the middle of the beach. The hatch opened, and two men climbed out carrying a rubber raft with them. A third appeared to help them launch their craft, store supplies, and to watch for their safe landing. Five minutes later their raft had dis- appeared behind an abandoned cabin several hundred yards back from the shore. The sub made its way swiftly and silently from the cove and disappeared beneath the surface. The moonlight which revealed the whole operation was fortunately shut from us by the tall evergreens on the embankment to the left. We