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

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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

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O 1 ' J fp-fpf,vD-9? Q?ff' 0014? vaun- 4740' Q f 1 '11 i N ?ffvfl 'T, , . . , fx.,-f Finally he stood before the door and as he lifted the latch, a cry broke forth and filled the village with an echo. Andrei Oh Andrelv Andre? Andre? Andre? Andre?,' a voice questioned. Wearily, Andre lifted his head as if he had been asleep. Andre, is there anything you wish be- Oh, Father, why must I be in this prison awaiting death? Andre asked with humble pleading. Why am I not with Vlecia and Toni, as I was, or was it just an illusion that I was back with them? Andre, if you were with them, then God forgives you, and through your visit Lltera r PS l Kiki! I R- 5 S Z 1 I I ' 7 'I I .. . I C I 154 Y , -'-- - E ' 4 ll xxx V Q , A: ff N. f ' .' .inf 4 t , , A , 4 ,nf .K 'X 'gl 44 3' 'V fore the timerl' the padre asked. 1.1, ' , -1 .4 i Pt: X I I an ,x 6 4 tw, 0 lei, I nj T fly r Q ,X k . 5, I X If I yt, I 1 L ' x VV , L t xQ ff L, , f-fy' . NX X ' I L 1 'XA ,f 1 l JI7 I as I N 4 I j B V 1 l RH A H l . f 41- , , THE ILLUSION Slowly the golden sun faded behind the black clouds. Twilight had again settled over the village. Down the winding road a stranger sauntered leisurely, but with a steady pace, toward the sleepy place of refuge that lay stretched before him. The town seemed still and peaceful to him, but then he remembered that it had always been like that before his journey away. Now he had returned. VVould it be the same as when he had once lived there?v he kept asking himself. At last he came to the sign that wel- comed weary travelers to the friendly village. He looked at it for a few minutes and then started to walk through the village. A steep mountainside lay at the end of the village, and he began the hard task of climbing it in order to reach the little white cottage which was waiting for his return, and inside of which Mecia and Toni would be saying the rosary in the evening twilight. with Mecia and Toni he has shown his forgiveness. I am ready now, padref' Then may God bless you, Andre, may God bless youli' Slowly Andre walked to the execution chamber, but in his heart he walked through the door of his little white cottage on the mountainside and into the arms of Mecia and Toni, never to leave them again. IESSIE SARGENT '52 NIGHT I used to sleep on my side, Curle-d up Like a little round kitten, And sometimes I was stretched long and comfortable, But. now I lie With my eyes wide open, Piercing the darkness like burning coals, And my ears are strained to every sound, But I hear nothing, There is nothing to hear. I am alone in the- darkness, Alone and terrified Of the black substance

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THE SACHEM TAKING PIANO LESSONS When I frrst started takmg plano les sons I was confronted w1th one great problem the one concern1ng practrcmg My mother 1ns1sted that I practlce one hour a day because Mrs Smrths daugh ter pract1ced one hour dally Unfortunately for me, Mrs Smrths daughter was a beautrful player I argued th1s polnt of practrclng but as can well be 1mag1ned my mother won out Then I started practrcmg keepmg one eye on the clock watchlng the seconds drag by Oh why drdnt that note sound well? I guess the prano must be out of tune Now that IS the rrght note, 1snt 1t'P Do I hold th1s note one beat or two beats? Oh well I cant see what drfference lt makes Thus my practrcmg cont1nued, and I thought I was commg along qu1te well unt1l my father, who was readlng the pa per suggested that maybe just for today I could do a half hours pract1c1ng 1nstead work the next day My mother was qu1te eager to consent I cant rmagme why anyway I was 1el1eved Thus my prac t1c1ng cont1nued unt1l lt was t1me to take my frrst lesson That lesson I shall never forget I went 1n thmkrng I was a dumbell I came out knowmg It It was the longest hour I have ever spent 1n my whole hfe Everythlng I d1d was wrong I can st1ll hear my musrc teachers vorce saymg No that gets three beats You sharp that note, not flat lt Youre us1ng the wrong flngers Occa sronally she would grve a l1ttle encourage ment w1th Thats better but when I looked I knew she felt nothlng but d1s couragement Her face was a mass of sweat and all screwed up rn a knot When she fmally told me the lesson was over I heard the frrst sweet soundmg musrc I have heard 1n days She told me to have a httle pat1ence, and some day playmg the prano would come naturally I wasnt so worr1ed about my patrence as I was about hers She looked a wreck, and she cer tamly couldnt stand many more lessons My f1rst attempt at a musrcal career had been a complete faxlure Avrs BUCHANAN UNIVERSE In days to come great men are saying Among the stars we w1ll be playing If what they speak is really true Soon we shall sall through heavens blue Every planet every star W1ll then be near though now trs far They say that rockets very soon W1ll enable us to reach the moon If all of thls IS really so Many secrets we shall know BERT Laxmsux 5 MY MOTHER Her VOICQ IS soft her eyes are blue I love her more than any other Of course you know I mean my mother CHARLES PETTIS 52 THE CLOCK The clock upon the mantelplece Is pretty as can be The same old tlck tock and the chxmes That never tlre me When Im at home all by myself I never feel alone I know that I have company Should sad wmds start to moan Its somethmg I look forward to That pleasant t1ck1ng sound If suddenly the tlcklng stops I start to look around I cant express myself too well Here s what I mean to say We never mrss the httle thmgs Untll they ve gone away LEONARD Sr Parish 53 30 I Y . I 3 , . , . l 3 , A - ' 58 Q 7 l . 7 l . 9 a ' I 1 . I I 3 7 , , 5 . , ' W I 1 1 . ' I l I I ' 9 u 1. ' ' J a ' . . A , 3 3 7 . - 7 n P V . . , Y l , of the desrgnated hours t1l'I'1C. Hed be at Shea always kind and ever true: I -. ' l J . 1 , , . . ' ' l Y N- 3 1 u CC 2 7 ' ' , 73 CC 1 77 , , In Kl I u 7 0 7, . I . 4: a an X X , , I , 7 7 P , , v ., Y , : ' Y U s I c ,