Portland High School - Totem Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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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.

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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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zfrewvrd hands may fall by the wayside as year follows year across kfigii the ever-shortening pathway of humanity. Time conquers fiqtll all. All but that which is sown deep in the heart of man. Friendship and its memories alone stand untouched by the Qgmwuvsab' rades, and the happy days of youth have been enscribed on the pages of time, a memory will linger long in the heart of mankind. ' Remove a familiar painting from the wall, and the room becomes empty. Cross a prominent passage from a book, and the plot weakens. Bid farewell to a departing comrade, and life assumes an unforeseen emptiness. Take increased devotion from the life of such a friend, and living gains in mo- mentum that which it has lost. Arthur W. Lowe, Principal of Portland High School from 1921 through 1947, and for forty-three years a distinguished and beloved member of the school faculty, Sub-master Lucien P. Libby, a man without compare in the ranks of Maine educators and who has served the men and women of Portland High for forty-seven years, and William E. Chapin, head of the commercial department, whose devoted patience has accompanied each pub- lishing of the Totem since its inception in 1921, are leaving these honored halls after contributing to hundreds of men and women a certain inspiration and guiding friendship which mere words could never wholly describe. Time conquers all but memory. Memory conquers time. Portland High without these men could never be the same. Portland High possessed with the memory of their contribution to a city, to a nation, and to God shall stand as a fitting tribute to three noble lives dedicated to the teaching of a people who could never forget the benevolent kindness and sage wisdom of their instructors. Though the rocks become dust, and the dust is blown away into the wind, the memory will linger long, and the seed of fond remembrance and grateful appreciation shall bear the fruits of their teaching. IME may erase the pillars of stone. The work of men's ravages of time. Long after familiar scenes, cherished com- l l