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

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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 ,

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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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THE SACHEM 31 THE LATE BUS When I was waiting for the bus To take me to the show, The temperature dropped ten degrees And it began to snow. I stamped my feet there in the cold, I clapped my palms together, I even s-aid some naughty words About the lousy weather. Millions of cars kept passing by, Did any ot them stop? I stood there slowly freezing And my thoughts began to pop. Will that bus ever get here? It's twenty minutes late. If it wasn't for the weather I wouldn't mind the wait. Oh look, it's coming 'round the bend, The bus is here - I'm saved! Amen!! BARBARA KELLEY ,54 THE GAME The score was nothing to nothing, The period - number four, The time was fifty seconds, The fans had hoped for more. The score was nothing to nothing, And the home team had the ball, The little guy that couldn't shoot Was viewed with scorn by all. The score was nothing to nothing, He vowed at least he'd try, Just then the buzzer stopped the game, The fans let out a cry. The -score had been nothing to nothing, The coach could stand no more, But the ball had filled the basket And changed the home teamls score. The score was two to nothing, Observe the little guy, He was hugged and kissed by all the fans And the coach held him up high. The old gym shook and then it rocked, The fans went wild with glee, To think that we had won the game, One shot spelled victory. NIILLICENT CLARK '54 y WITHOUT US Like salt without the pepper, Or a boat without a, sailg Like pie without some ice-cream, Or the mailman without mail. Like Christmas without Santa, Or the sea without a fishg Like a lock without a, key, Or a star without a wish. Like a hammer without a. nail, Or a, fork without a, knife, Like spring without true love, Or a man without a wife. Like a car without a motor, Or a, pitcher without a. glassg That would be Old Town High School, Without this senior class. NANETTE BLANCHARD '52 BEAUTY Never before have my eyes feasted upon such a heavenly creation. Her eyes have the luster and sparkle of rare Arabian opals. Her lovely limbs are of unmatched beauty. As she walks by, people stop what- ever they may be doing and watch her until she is out of sight. Her hair glows and shimmers in the sun. Who is this lovely creature? Ah, she is Charlene, our bob-tailed tiger cat. RICHARD CHADBOURNE '52 CLASS SECRETARY There's fun in serving others And plenty of heartaches too, There are praises, smiles, and grumblings, And arguments old and new. But it's nice to know they want you To represent them there, To know they put their trust in you For you'll never be unfair. You always try to do your best Anld hope they will approve, Then when you're re-elected You know you're in the groove. BETA OGDEN '52