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

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THE SACHEM 3 1 tionally painful corn. I yelped and everyone around me jumped, some away from me, and some directly toward me. One tall lady caught her ring in the veil of my hat, since she had her hand in mid-air when I bombarded my corn and yelped. That catch ended by the removal of the veil from the hat. After even more squirming, shufiiing, and wiggling, I got my foot into the red shoe. The foot was a little cramped and I realized that the shoe was too shortg nevertheless, I was firmly determined to have the shoes. Suddenly, like a whip cracking, I heard mother's voice in my mind warn, Always try on both shoes, Betseyg your left foot is smaller than your right. Remembering this, I knew that my left foot was smaller, and that my left shoe would fit even if my right one was far too small. With the same procedure I removed my own left shoe and tried on the left red one. It was a miracle! It fitted to a T! I then and there resolved to have the red shoes and to wear them home. Now the question was, could I reach down to pick up my own shoes? They were new this week and not from a sale, being really quite expensive. I finally stooped down. Hundreds of feet and shoes were there. Right there in front of that red bin stood just oceans of people. Some of them were kicking, others trying to stoop, and still more learning to work with their feet. All this I saw. but not my shoes. They were gone. What was I to do? I questioned every- one, but not a soul knew of the where- abouts of some plain, dignified-looking black shoes. Everyone was wanting red ones except two persons, the one who had bought my 310.00 shoes for 81.87 and myself. FRANCES SMART, '48, MY MOST UNFORGETTABLE CHARACTER It rained the night I saw him. It wasn't a fast, driving rain, but a slow, thin drizzle, making its appearance along with a damp misty fog. With my eyes I followed him as he walked down the dark, narrow alley. A tall man, he wore a neat, belted-in Army trench coat, which fitted well over his broad shoulders and bore the look of an expensive tailor. His face, although half hidden by an expensive hat pulled low over his forehead, might have been good-looking, were it not for the cruel expression on it. He had cold, steel-blue eyes and a strong, square jaw, giving a hard, forceful look to his youthful face. A curved-stemmed pipe hung from one corner of his very full mouth. He walked with his hands in his deep- cut pockets, and the heavy tread of his feet as they hit the wet ground made one think of spaghetti being slapped against a wall. As he turned the corner, he passed an old lady. With one hand he reached out and grabbed her purse, knocking her aside with the other. Then without a murmur, Humphrey Bogart vanished into the night. J osEPH1NE STEWART, '48. Ik :If if 41 HERE COMES THE PARADE Just watch for the beasts, And the clown's masqueradeg Just watch for the Hoats, for Here comes the parade. The clowns make amusement, It's a real promenadeg Now watch all their antics, 'cause Here comes the parade. With bands blaring music Of very fine grade, It gives you that feeling, yes, Here comes the parade. They bring their performers, The fans to persuade To come see their shows. Look! Here comes the parade! You can tell by their spirit What good times they've made: You can tell circus people. Hey! Here comes the parade! JAMES Svor, '48. IF I WERE A MILLIONAIRE If I were a millionaire I would not build a fabulous mansion to be admired for a short time and left to rot and de- cay, but I would do my bit toward a bet- ter world by establishing a fund for

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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-

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32 THE SACHEM students with college ability who need financial aid, giving an annual award to a deserving author, poet, or corn- poser, supporting youth organizations, such as Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, Y. M. C. A., and Y. W. C. A., and establishing a fund for cancer research. First, estab- lishing a fund for students with college ability who need financial' aid will do much toward bringing out talent which otherwise might be lost to the world. Prevailing conditions prevent many from obtaining a higher education. Un- der the above plan, two students from each country in the world, chosen by process of elimination through a series of tests, would benefit from this fund, which would pay tuition, books, and living expenses at the college of their choice. Their only obligation would be to attain a rank of B or above. My second contribution toward a bet- ter world would be an annual award to a deserving author, poet, or composer. I have chosen to award them because of the beauty they can give to the world through their works. Regardless of race, color, or creed, any author, poet, or composer would be eligible for the award, his contribution being judged for its greatness and beauty. Through it, the people might in time cherish love and beauty to the extent of ruling out all war with its hate and ugliness. In the third place, I would support youth organizations, such as Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, Y. M. C. A., and Y. W. C. A., because their goal is the guiding of the world's youth to a greater under- standing of humanity. If We are to have a better world, we must strive to under- stand that man is created equal, we must strive toward an understanding that no one race or nation is master of all other races and nations. These youth organizations work to prove just that, they make no racial qualification for membership. Because they are striving to teach that we can play and live to- gether peaceably, these organizations deserve our support. My fourth and probably my most im- portant contribution would be a fund for cancer research. With millions dy- ing from cancer every year, a cure for this disease must be found. This fund would furnish money for the construc- tion of research laboratories and hos- pitals, also the money for the salaries of doctors, nurses, laboratory techni- cians, and scientists could be obtained through this fund. Suspecting that he has cancer, anyone could be treated at any of the established hospitals without charge, in this way doctors would have many cases to study and diagnose. If we wish to have a better world, we must first have healthier people. If we give help to deserving students, if we encourage authors, poets, and com- posers, if we encourage youth organiza- tions, and if We help to find a cure for one of the world's most treacherous dis- eases, we shall be that much nearer to our goal, a better world with an abun- dance of intelligence, beauty, under- standing, and health. RITA MORANCY, '48, H4 if at PIG TEACHERS ' I think that I shall never see A teacher who is kind to me, A teacher who no homework gives, I do not think such person lives To whom gum chewing is O. K., Who grants vacation every day, A teacher who will not decree That x plus y must equal z, Who does not think that I should know That water equals HZO, Now, although God can make a tree, Can He this wonder show to me? JOYCE DELANO, '49. ak ak 4: wk A LOVE LETTER TO MY ALARM CLOCK Dearest Alarm Clock, It seems hard to imagine being with- out you. You are more important to me than any other object, living or dead. Hearing your cheery tinkle in the morn- ing makes my heart skip a beat. It is delightful to see your smiling face when I awake. Your tender little hands seem to beckon me to hop out of bed and ven- ture out to meet the world with a happy heart. When nightfall comes, I am hap- py to wind you, to set your hands on the proper time, and to prepare you for the next tedious twenty-four hours. I want to apologize for my actions