Old Town High School - Sachem Yearbook (Old Town, ME)

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THE SACHEM SOPHOMORE CLASS REPORT We, the sophomore class of 1947-48, entered Old Town High School with a class enrollment of 140 students in the early fall of 1947. We were greeted by the upperclassmen with a'week's hazing, and at the end of the gveelfla sophomore reception was given to us, which was thoroughly enjoyed Ya - Our first meeting was held on September 23, 1947, at which time we elected the following as class ofiicers: Fred White, President, Howard Stevens, Vice President, Virginia Lugdon, Treasurer, and Patricia Ketch- en, Secretary. Dorothy Leonard and Ronald Cutliife were chosen as repre- sentatives to the student council. The sophomore class was well represented in sports this year: 16 took part in football, 7 in basketball, 11 in track, 11 in girls' basketball, 12 in girls' softball, and several in baseball. Old Town High School held its first Snow Carnival this year at which the sophomores took the honors when Dorothy Leonard, of our class, was crowned queen. Two sophomores, Stora Emmett and Barbara Teele, participated in the Debate Club and gave two main speeches. Six sophomores took part in the three one-act plays. We wish to thank our class advisors, Miss Hathaway and Mr. Emmett, for their kind and thoughtful assistance throughout this worthwhile and enjoyable year. PATRICIA KETCHEN, '50, Secretary. SOPHOMORE CLASS First Row fl. to r.J: Mr. Emmett, D. MacPherson, J. Martin, M. Jollymore, H. York, T. Morin, R. Cutliffe, D. Leonard, F. White, V. Lugdon, H. Stevens, J. Given, E. Veazie, T. Graham, C. Francis, Miss Hathaway. Second Row: B. Teele, J. Stevens, Y. Paradis, P. Grant, M. Murphy, G. Robbins, L. Cox, J. Rustin, R. Riva, A. Pelletier, G. Palmer, V. Sargent, G. Littlefield, B. Miles, Y. Morin, B. Desjardins, M. Saindon, A. Martin, W. Bell, R. Williamson, C. Belanger. Third Row: H. Partington, G. Seymour, E. Laliberte, M. Curran, Y. Pinkham, R. Adams, C. Andrews, E. Drake, M. Kennedy, M. Pelletier, J. LaFlamme, B. Shir- land, W. Monroe, F. Dubay, D. Wright, Y. Vigue, P. Carson, D. Lamb, V. Roy, P. Cyr. Fourth Row: G. Weymouth, B. Bertrand, C. Beaulieu, G. King, K. Gastia, E. Kimball, M. Littlefield, R. Libby, E. Picard, A. Geroux, B. Hastey, V. Johnson. Fifth Row: V. Edgecomb, R. Doucette, L. Feero, R. Sheean, L. Oliver, L. Charette, R. Pelletier, S. Emmett, A. Clavette, R. Sibley, M. Sklar, F. Burns, N. Boucher, R. Lugdon, C. Simon, F. Carlow. Sixth Row: E. Buchanan, A. Ouellette, J. Cox, R. Darling, D. Dyer, K. Ulmer. Seventh Row: D. Cates, C. Barnes, H. Carey, L. Fayle, H. Nelson. Eighth Row: A. Severance, D. Smith, L. Parady, D. Mitchell, J. Lolar, F. Loring. Ninth Row: D. Voutour, A. Desjardins, R. Cyr, R. Foster, E. Day, R. Gaudet, H. Judkins, D. Hanscom.

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30 THE SACHEM I .HL 1 I I v I R 0, A , i PQE T -L MQENTE ,,,,,, A SHOE SALE It seemed as if nearly everyone in town was headed that way, fat people, thin people, and in-betweens, all of them bent for Casey's. Many mothers with children trudged over the cobblestone pavement, their minds resting assured that they would find a bargain at the shoe sale, I, too, was straggling along with the crowd, hoping to find a satis- factory mark-down. Just inside the door I caught a glimpse of a plump, jolly-looking policeman, and I squirmed gradually ahead of the crowd. Just as I arrived, the officer hap- pened to open the door, allowing ten per- sons to leave the store and ten to enter. I luckily, or perhaps not, was among those ten to invade Casey's. Bins and bins of shoes seemed to stand out before my very eyes. Red ones with buckles or without, brown loafers, green pumps, blue oxfords, two-toned af- fairsf' and white hand-sewn ones were there. They all seemed to be bursting with color, having the same effect upon me that a whole popper of corn would have had if it burst right in my face. People were crowded together so that they resembled bees in a swarm, but I managed to push my way through the mass to a bin of red shoes. To be sure, these shoes were seconds, but what of it? I was the type to buy at a sale whether or not I was getting a bargain. I was now aware that persons other than myself had been attracted by the red shoes. The reason that I had become aware of this was that both men, women, and children seemed to close in on me after I had gained proximity to the bin. Immediately I began to paw over the red shoes, seeking an eight B. After what seemed like hours, I did find one pair with a wrinkle in the vamp, a Wrinkle which didn't appear important enough to keep me from trying the shoes on. The area in which I had secured footing was so congested that I couldn't even stoop over to get my own shoe off. Can't you imagine what the confusion must have been? Finally, though, with the aid of my second foot I succeeded in wiggling my right foot from my shoe. Then, balancing on one foot, I dropped the red shoe to the floor. I aimed at my foot, but, known as a poor shot, I thought I'd surely fail to land the shoe near the target. I wasn't so bad a shot after all, to my disgust, because I dropped the shoe directly onto my excep-