Hampden Academy - Sedan Yearbook (Hampden, ME)

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THE SEDAN 9 Murray, Clyde W., Murray Clyde left us during his sophomore year to go to Business College. However, he realized in time the value of a high school education, and so, came back to graduate with us. I-le is one of the best Basketball players that H. A. had this year. Basketball 115. Senior Drama, Address to Under- graduates. MacFarland, Laura V., Boob McNutt Laura is the athletic girl of our class, and well has she represented us in her great speeialty-Basketball. She has two failings --chewing gum and talking: however, she is bright, jolly and witty and we like her. 'llreasurer of Class 125, Secretary of Class 125, Basketball 125, junior lixhibition, Senior Drama, Salutatory.

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