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

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THE SACHEM 27 Sophomore Class Report The sophomore class, with an enroll- ment of 157 students, met on December 4, 1951, to elect class officers. They were as follows: President, Gene Guerin, Vice- President, Maurice Martin, Secretary, Barbara Kelley, Treasurer, Audrey Russell. We had had a previous meeting at which Sandra Burke and Sanford Podolsky were elected to the Student Council. Members appointed to the Welfare Committee were Lois Babkirk, Maurice Martin, David Spruce, Ralph Thomas, jean Welch, Carl- ista Winter, and Francis Riva, chairman. We began the year with three days of initiation, climaxed by the Sophomore Reception. Many students participated in the vari- ous school clubs, Sandra Burke being secretary of the French Club. In the F. H. A. Shirley Robbins won the county prize for the best essay on Electric Utilities, and Lorraine King was elected to repre- sent the school as a candidate for nom- ination for election to the state F. H. A. Sanford Podolsky was chosen to represent the school in the Spear Speaking Contest. Carole May Beaulieu, Sanford Podolsky, and Charles Thibodeau took part in the state play. The sophomore class was Well repre- sented in all sports. Those on the football squad were Richard Geroux, Gene Gue1'in, Donald King, Arthur Miles, Richard Has- kell, Carl Martin, Maurice Martin, Ken- neth Spinney, and Leonard Smith. Robert Stanley was a student assistant. Richard Geroux and Gene Guerin were on the varsity basketball team. Sophomore members on the junior varsity team were Louis Cloutier, Richard Haskell, Donald King, Carl Morin, Arthur Miles, Sanford Podolsky, and Kenneth Spinney. In cross- country were Ronald Gilbert, Robert Theriault, and Ralph Thomas on the vars- ity team, and Charles Brangwynne, Wil- liam Ouellette, Orman Davis, Sanford Podolsky, Francis Riva, and Roy Thurston, sophomore manager, on the junior varsity. Nancy Babin, Sandra Burke, Betty Buz- zell, and Jean Sawyer represented the class as cheerleaders. VVe wish to express our thanks to our class advisers, Miss Hester Carter and Mr. Thomas Viola, for their willing help throughout the year. BARBARA KELLEY, Secretary

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THE SACHEM Which surrounds me And the grotesque shadows hiding there within. Where is the drowsiness Which makes all troubles end? Where is the sleep? Why won't it come? I dread the nights, Tl1e awful, dark, friendless nights That now mean Nothing but fear and panic to me. ELIZABETH ARSENAULT '52 THE PURPLE HAT 'Twas Friday and bargain basement day, So into the store I made my way To the hat counter first, for Easter was soong Maybe elegant purple, with an ostrich plume. I dug -and I poked and I plowed my way through Some little straw hats of about every hue, A red and a green, an orange and brown, But no purple hat anywhere to be found. Perhaps the next counter, the saleslady said, And to her suggestion I nodded my head, I saw pillboxes, derbys, flowers, and veils, And some hats resembling miniature pails. I then spied a purple, a princess's delight, The pill to assuage the pains of the fight, I grabbed up the hat, paid the bill to the clerk, And tried to get out with one big jerk. But in my flight I neglected to see The woman who stood a short distance from me, My next door neighbor with her years-ago find, An old purple! hat, the twin sister to mine. JOYCE ANN BROCHU ,52 TRIBUTE TO THE SENIORS The seniors are a jolly class, They never seem to fight, But that's because they're going soon And want their name kept right. They want the faculty to think The senior class is best, But we, the underclassmen, know They sometimes are a pest. And yet we hate to see them go, We think that class is swell, And when commencement rolls around We'll sigh a sad farewell. ALICE LITTLEFIELD ,53 THE FIRST FIVE First comes Captain Carlow, Bursting through the hoop, Then comes Jackie Cutliffe, The fellow with the scoop, Third comes Grant, the shortest, Next is Loring, tall, Fifth comes Tubby Taylor, The set shot of them all. We now have Johnny Barker, Coach of the champion team, He's the one who aimed to put Our Indians on the beam. The season of 1952 Was just the best one yet, The first five is a team that we Shall never, never forget. COITINNE CIIIKRIEB '54 JANICE NIAYHEVV ,54 THE BELLE OF THE BALL The orchestra played on and on, The tune was really snappyg The girls all wore their broadest smiles And managed to look happy, But down inside they seethed with ire, Yet without an outward noise, And wondered, Who's the Jezebel Who has captured all the boys? For hours theyicl waited eagerly And looked forward to the ball, Not dreaming that this wench would keep Them sitting 'gainst the wall. As she danced by, she'd wink her eye And the stags would wait their turn, And all the while tl1e girls would smile, But inside, how they'd burn! DOREEN GooD1N '52