Norway High School - Caduceus Yearbook (Norway, ME)

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THF CADUCEUS 11 DOROTHY MARIE WILES i'Dot7' Though Dot is large of stature, Her talents are not few, In art she shows good culture, And with one Red Head too. VVinter Carnival I, II5 Musical Comedy I, IIg Dramatic Club IVg Glee Club I5 Caduceus Board III, IV. OSCAR JOSIAH WITHAM 'fAnd though he seems a silent chap to some We think he's dreaming dreams of days to come. H Baseball III, IVg Member of Commercial Club II, III, IVg Gifts to Girls. VVILLARD HARDING YOUNG iCBud77 4'Psychologieally speaking, he knows his stuff, But we think that ' Kitty' was quite a bluff. Senior Drama IVg Judging Team, Orono II, III, IVg Judging Team, Bangor Fair III, IVg Aggie Club IVg Commercial Club II, III, IV.

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