Milbridge High School - Light Yearbook (Milbridge, ME)

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40 THE LIGHT CLASS HISTORY OF THE FRESHMEN It was on a beautiful day of September 10, 1945, that we meek little Freshmen entered Mill- bridge High School. There we stood, thirteen in all, around the first row of seats, knowing there's where we would settle ourselves for our first year of High School. The Freshmen were ordered around as usual and, of course, each night after school we took upon ourselves the duties of cleaning. We began our studies with the aid of two line teachers, Mrs. Schoppee and Mrs. Strout. Finally, after weeks of waiting, we were happy to add to our school, Mr. Stinchiield, our principal. It was then that the Freshman class began to get very uneasy, because we knew that Freshman Reception was to be in the near future. This great event happened on the evening of November 2, 1945. We all participated, being introduced to the town's people and doing stunts. Then began basketball. Three boys, Gordon King, Paul Mitchell, and Amold Stanwood, three girls, Joanne Freeman, Beryl Holland and Sherry MacLean, were among the outstanding basketball players. Beryl and Joanne did not continue, which was regretted thereafter. Bazaar was next in line for the school. All Freshmen participated in this and with the help of Mrs. Schoppee, our lirst faculty advisor, did much to earn money for the class. We had class officers, as did all the others. They were: Gordon King, President, Paul Mitchell, Vice President, and Arnold Stanwood, Secretary and Treasurer. After a few weeks, the Freshman Class accepted the resignation of Mr. Stanwood and elected Beryl Holland to succeed him in office. At last all students of the Freshman Class had a chance to show their talents in writing poems, stories and biographies. This was done for The Light. We all participated in this. Some Fresh- men were chosen for the Editorial Staff. One of the deepest and most regretted things which befell our class was the leaving of Arlene Tibbetts from our class. But what else might be expected of a class of thirteenl Now that there is an even number, I know, and most sincerely hope that we may all be together and accomplish much towards life at M. H. S. -Maxine L. Sprague, '49. THE RIVER The beauty of a river Never has been told. The beauty of the flashing waves Tipped by the sunshine's gold. ID A river has such freedom As it goes endlessly on its way, It patiently follows the channel bed Day after day, after day. It Hows on and on Its beauty to deliver, I'm sure that never will I see A thing prettier than a river. -Marjorie Wallace, '49. AUTOBIOGRAPHY I was born, amazing as it may seem. It was much to my disgust but was nothing I could help. I was a cute little character and I remember my sisters and brothers gooing at me as I lay in my carriage and I wondered when they would learn to talk. As I grew older I took an increasing fancy for vehicles and at the age of two rode down the cellar stairs on a tricycle. My mother was horrified and I distinctly remember of having a tantrum directly after my ride. I cried so hard that I frightened the colored lady that had been help- ing my mother. Well, I grew older, which was an amazing feat to me. At the age of five I started to school. I talked aloud constantly and was a very depressing prob- lem to my teacher. But I finished primary and elementary school without an incident except to take a few trips to New York, Philadelphia, Boston, New London and Steuben. I entered High School and dragged through Freshman Reception, as did my classmates and after one-half year of studying hard at school, I am still studying. -Marjorie A. Wallace, '49,

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THE LIGHT FRESHMEN Back row----Gordon King, Amold Stunwood, Paul Mitchell. Second row-Sherry McLean, Beryl Holland, Donna Burgess, Ioanne Freeman, Beverly Pinkham, Arlene Tibhetls. Merna Drisko. Front row--Maxine Sprague, Marjorie Anne Wallace, Doreen Strout.

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TI-IE' LIGHT 41 UNDER THE LION'S PAW It was the last day of autumn and the first day of winter together when Council was finishing work. He was about to go into the house when he saw Mr. and Mrs. Haskins and their children coming up the road. They asked if they might stay there for the night. Mr. Council said, I don,t want to make it a practice to turn anybody away hungry so go right in and I will soon be in 'cause Iim almost done. Mrs. Council took them in and made them com- Fortable. Soon Mr. Council came into the house. He and Mr. Haskins lalked a while before going to bed. Mr. Council let Mr, Haskins and his family Stay with him until he could find them a place to live. A few days later Mr. Council went to see Butler so Mr. Haskins could rent a piece of land. Butler said hc could. , After Mr. Haskins had lived there for about three years he planned to buy it. He said he would give three thousand dollars for it, but Butler said it was worth 1 ive thousand dollars and he would not sell for less than that. Mr. Haskins wanted the place very much and he called Butler a thief. which he surely was. Mr. Haskins leaped and picked up a fork and was going to hit Butler for trying to cheat him out of what he bought and put on that piece of land, when he heard his two year old daugh- ter laughing and coming toward him. Ile laid the fork down and told Butler to make out the deed and mortgage and not to come back again or he would kill him. Butler backed away, getting into his cart, leav- ing Mr. Haskins seated on a pile of sheaves. He was tired and very sullen after meditating about what Butler had done. -Sherry' MacLean, '49. A FARMEIPS WIFE , CWritten about A Day's Pleasurevl Delia Markham was tired and sullen As she walked down the dusty street, She had ridden to town in a wagon And looked anything but neat. In her arms she held her baby, He was as dirty and dusty as she, Delia seemed utterly lost and homeless, And she was as bitter as could be. She walked up and down the desolate street Until she hated the town of Belleplain, She saw a lady with a pretty dress With a beautiful, long demitrain. She wished that she had pretty clothes And nice things for her child, And when she saw pretty Mrs. Hall She wished she didn't look so wild. Mrs. Hall asked her into the house, She thought the baby was a treasure, Delia talked and rested and went home that night Satisfied that she had had a day's pleasure. -Marjorie Anne Wallace, '49. UNDER THE LION'S PAW CWritten about a story by the same name, Everywhere there are men Who take advantage of every Haw, Then there are often the poorer men That find themselves under the lions paw. This lion is not the beast of the jungle, But his motives are the same, The lion is the man that glories In driving other men to shame. Wherever Truth and Honesty go 1 The lion is sure to follow. How much better this world would be If his greed the lion could swallow. So keep away from his sneering face Lest you encounter his greedy jaw.. No one knows how well off they are VVhen they're away from the lion's paw. --Marjorie Anne Wallace '49.