Newport High School - Live Wire Yearbook (Newport, ME)

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EIGHTH GRADE Row 1:C. Hussey, L, Turner, J. Lander, G. Gilman, S. Smith, H. Nickerson, M. Jones, D. Day, C. Bragg Row2: R. Henderson, T. Paradis, E. Turner, M. Stevens, H. McCorquindale, A. Finnemore, E. Paine, L. Wing, M. Wiers, H, Fletcher, Mrs. Dickey. Row 3: J. Weeks, J, Whitney, B. Cormier, S, Peterson, N. Eaton, A. Harris, R. Stevens, L. Erskine, M. Brann, R. Gray, J. Easley. Row 4: A. Tedesco, R. Williams, S. Gray, E. Gray, H. Seavey, D. Hall, E. Tardy. EIGHTH GRADE President Stewart Smith Vice President Goodwin Gilman Secretary Janet Lander Treasurer Howard Nickerson Student Council Stewart Smith The Eighth Grade, Class of '54 came to school to find that we had five new pupils which made a total of forty-one. We found no one had left us during the summer, although two pupils have left school this year. We presented a Christmas pageant at the Town Hall as our assembly. We presented the operetta, The Mikado, on Feb. 10th. It was quite successful financially. We put a lot of time in practicing the parts and making the costumes and set. The entire Class took part. We are also are printing a newspa- per, The Sebasticook Tattler. Our editor-in chief is Daniel Day. Our two candidates for Carnival king and queen were Howard Seavey, Jr. and Janet Lander. Goodwin Gil- man acted as campaign manager. We have participated in Grammar school sports. This year We had ten out of twelve members on the varsity basketball squad from the Eighth Grade. We enjoyed a successful year with an impressive 9-2 record. We finished fourth in the Penobscot Coun- ty play-offs.

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FRESHMAN CLASS Row 1: M. Proctor, J. Robinson, R. Estes, R. Myrick, S. McAtee, P. Patchell, L Gray, D. Lancaster, D. Jarvis, M. Hawthorne. Row 2: M. Lovely, M. Buzzell, F. Whitten, R. Nelson, M. Bryson, B. Bates, J. Ramsey, J. Abbott, B. Fletcher, D. Shea, J. Jones, A. Garrison, A. Brackett. Row 3: G. Tibbetts, R. Gray, M. Oliver, E. Gerry, J. Boylan, J. Carr, D. Long, T. Bragg, L. Parker, M. French, M. Hussey, Mr. Schmitz. Row 4: R. Chaplin, L. Tuttle, W. Berry, H. Rich, B. Whitney, R. Day, W. Noble, M. Varney. FRESHMAN CLASS The Freshman class of N. H. S. held their first election of officers September 13, 1949. The officers el- ected are as follows: Paul Patchell President Shirley McAtee Secretary Lewis Gray Treasurer Joan Ramsey Student Council We agreed to pay 31.00 a year for dues and have a class meeting every other week. We plan to have a box social in the spring. At the meeting of October 31, it was decided to send presents to Beulah Bates while she was in the hospital and to have a card shower for Eugene Gray. We were to get a gift for the president who broke his leg while skat- ing. The class also voted to give 35.00 toward a gift for Mr. Kennedy.

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A TOAST TO OUR JANITOR We are all so used to an orderly, well-kept schooland grounds that we do not always stop to think who it isthat keeps everything this way and in run- ning condition. However, if anything goes wrong with a piece of equipment the first person we think of is the jan- itor. Once a year we should all pause in the rush of busy activities and say thank you to our janitor. So thank you Mr. Strout and best wishes for a happy summer. Here's a toast to our janitor, may he never forsake us, For if he did, confusion would overtake us. He is painstaking, capable and goodnatured too. If he left us, what would we do? If the school was on fire, you'd hear everyonefshout, Go get the janitor, he'll put it out. If a tornado lifted the roof and took it away. Go get the janitor, the pupils would say. Go get the janitor, he'll know what to do . Whether its fire, disaster, or just a loose screw. Let's sing him a song, let's give him a cheer. Let's make it so loud, it would deafen the ear. He deserves our praise and our good will too. Mr. Strout, our hats are off to you! Arlene Murphy '50 THE VISION Night and day the terrible picture comes to me clearly. At first, dim, then gradually becomes clearer and clearer. I don't know how it started, wait, yes it comes back clearly to me now. It started with a casual drink with my husband's political friends. Then, as his power grew, I became an unimpor- tant item in his life, but drink became an important one in my life. Soon I could not give it up. When my hus- band, Tom, came home at night, he would find me in a drunken stupor. He was gentle at first, then he gradu- ally turned against me. The sneer on his face turned my heart cold as I stared at him with dull, lifeless eyes. Oh, but then the the beautiful pic- tures would unfold before me like a dream. Tom and I were walking through a quiet forest, hand in hand, and he gazed at me with love in his eyes. The vision soon fades however, and Tom stands before me with that terri- able hate in his eyes. I cannot stand it. l am losing my mind, yes, thats it. I am crazy. My hand came in contact with a heavy silver letter opener. Raising the opener, I plunged it into his back. He sprawled on the floor in front of me as the blackness swallow- ed me. Telling this to Doctor Benton is not easy, but it was just a vision. I can't understand what the police are carry- ing from the cellar. Do you think I am crazy, Doctor? Do you? DO YOU? Betty Garrison