Portland High School - Totem Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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Mr. Chapin recalls his Springiielcl College cmnhiue of 1891. Crcasurcr fff Zfrffem Civics This book, each page from cover to cover, is a trib- ute to Mr. William E. Chapin. Each picture, each writing, each advertisement casts a glance of gratitude toward the familiar figure long associated with its pub- lication. Not just this book, but annuals of other years, many beyond the realm of teen memory, combine to say thank you to a man without whose assistance their publication would not have been as fine. The numer- ous nimble fingers skipping across the black and white keyboard design, the many budding businessmen so- liciting the advertisements which are so valuable in making both covers meet, indeed all who invested in this book throughout the years, each now, in his turn, steps forward in spirit if not in body to acknowl- edge the service rendered them and their school by a fine and honored gentleman. What finer tribute can we oifer than this book itself-published, as always, with his assistance.

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Can you name the zultlmr of the 'Essays of Elia' ? Ehzmiliar ,limi Zrieudly Hyun? There is no more familiar figure in the history of this school than the guiding personage of Lucien P. Libby as he stands, looking down the middle wing, as the hour of 8:20 approaches. Anyone who has ever been late, or nearly so, will always remember his incentive advice as he ably forecasts the ringing of the bell. It is strange how such a simple scene can typify the life of the very man himself. His lively and inspirational course in English literature has established him as a teacher of the first magnitude. The beautiful music of his spirited compositions echoes as a living monument to his exceptional ability in a field frequented by few. Yet we shall always remember this man in that one role which he por- trayed during twenty-five of his forty-five consecutive years of service to this school-that of our beloved sub-master, standing lilce a beacon in his habitual post as the 8:20 bell sounded its cry to tardy scholars. He was then, as throughout his entire life, the light that guides men's fortunes. l5l Colleg Dedimfim

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Pafroucss Uf Funcfualify 'QCould I have a late slip please. I had to come all the way from the third Hoor and . . . U Every year there's a new angle, a new reason why, another excuse for tardiness. Fumhling frosh and suave senior alilce have wailecl the tune of the ten o'cloclc scholar and its melody has become a mirthful memory to the little lady equipped with a gracious smile and nine dozen late slips. Mrs. Rena M. Dolley has listened, throughout her twenty-five years as secre- tary to the principal of this school, to more fantas- tic fiction than the initial audience to the Arabian Nights. Through the perennial penalty of one hour she has taught the lesson of punctuality. Yet time, and its tribulations, although they have reduced her stock of late slips, have failed to erase her gracious smile. Like her motto, it remains always on time.