Potter Academy - Wreath Yearbook (Sebago Lake, ME)

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Communzsm Communism is a form of government that seriously threatens our democracy today, f as well as other honest governments that want the best for the people of their respective countries, and, even more than that, it threatens the peace of the entire world. Because of this we shall consider a few of the facts about its origination and its progress. Karl Marx, born in the year 1818, in Germany, was the real founder of Communism. He and Friedrich Engels were close partners in organizing the Manifesto, which is the constitution of communism , in 1847. - Communism has grown rapidly and many people are fooled by its outside appearance. V The Russian Communists are very cruel in their judgments. Anyone who is considered dangerous or questions the actions of the government may be arrested, exiled, or even tor- tured severly without a fair trial. All Russians over eighteen years of age may vote, but the candidates for elections are chosen by the Communistsg so, regardless of the way they vote they have Communist leaders. The only religious services which may be held are those which are approved by this government. Communism now has a strong hold in China and is threatening many other countries. When we think of the fighting going on in 'Korea and of all our boys and men who have been killed there, because of this, is it not a great incentive to stand up for the right and push down Communism? In voting and in all other citizenship responsibilities and privileges which we have in this country, we should strive to suppress the Communistic forces that would run our govern- ment which was founded on Christian principles and the deep desire for justice and freedom. i - Marilyn Robinson '53 ,The Danger of Poor Sportsmanship This is a story about a game and a boyg the time, November 22, 19505 the place, a large football field. A game is about to begin between The Bulldogs and The Stars . Both are high school football teams. The stadium is packed as the game is expected to be an exciting, one. The Bulldogs come onto the field led by their captain, Robert 'fBobj Williamson. The Bul1dogs ' cheering section breaks into a loud roar. From many sections the phrase Hurrah for Williamsonif' is being shouted. The other ten players gathered around him now boost him into the air to show their admiration for him. Now let me distract your attention from the game long enough to tell you about Bob . He is a boy of seventeen, five feet and eleven inches tall, weighing 151 pounds. Big? No, he is not big! But he does use what there is of him to great advantage. His body is well devel- oped. His hair is blond and wavy - nice looking - but that is not an interesting point. His disposition is not the best, but his enemies are few. Bringing your attention back to the game, The Stars are now on the field. Their captain is Don Barker. I shall not go into detail about him because, as you have no doubt already guessed, Bob is the star of the story. With the twenty-two players on the field, it was still not hard to recognize Williamson. Each player placed his helmet on his head and took his position. Each one had an important part-center, guard, tackle, end, halfback or a fullback. The game begins, and it doesn't take The Stars long to get the ball over the thirty ' yard line. The next down The Bulldogs could not keep them back too much and they car- ried the ball to the fifteen yard line. One more down and it's a touchdown for The Stars . They get the coveted down, too, and the score is seven to nothing. I. moi

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I like them! What is it? she asked. Well, I'm being shipped back to the States and the officers here i.n France say that I may take you with me if you would like to go. You mean in the big country where you can do anything you want to without being hurt or even pushed around ? the little girl asked happily. Yes, that is the place, but there is what the doctors tell you to do. You have moved to the United States. Now will you Oh, yes, I will be good! And when promise you are never to break it. Is that right 911 one thing that you must do, and that is to do just a broken leg and that must heal before you are promise to be a good girl? Daddy came back he told me that when you make a Yes, that is right. Now I want you to get some sleep, because in three weeks we are going to the big country, as you call it. He bent down and kissed the little girl's pale, thin face . The doctor gave her a small white pill and told her to try to get some sleep, as she had a busy day ahead of her. As the two men went out the door and closed it softly behind them, Mary closed her eyes and said this little prayer: Dear Lord up above, please take care of my mommie, daddy and little brother. Please, dear God, may I ask one thing for myself? May I get well so I can go to the big country with that kind man? I will promise to obey him and do just what he tells me to, and I can't break a prornise, We shall have a test tomorrow Just inside the yellow door. Shall I pass it? Foolish question! Quoth the raven, Nevermore! I awake from pleasant dreaming, Daylight streaming through my door. Oh! That test! How shall I pass it? Quoth the raven, Nevermore! Now I hear a louder tapping, Lake an axe upon the door. Could it be my watch is running ? Quoth the raven, Nevermore! I see questions on the blackboard, Jeannie's answers on the floor. Ican't see them. Shall I pass it? Quoth the raven, Nevermore! The Raven Roberta Murch '51 I work hard upon my English, All but Jeannie I ignore. Mr. Mortland yells down at us,. This must happen nevermore! Now he has me by the collar And my feet don't touch the floor, Mr. Cobb's too late in coming, I go sailing through the door, Now I m going to the school board. Will they let me back in school ? They will let me, but they tell me I must learn the Golden Rule. Now I sit again in English. Over books I've learned to pore, ,And I take the test and pass it! Quoth the raven, Land sakes! Donald Gregory '51

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Where is Bob? Oh, he is there. He just didn't get in to break up that play. A T formation is used. This time The Bulldogs have possession of the ball, They don't seem to gain much ground until the second down. It was then that Bob snatched the ball on the twenty-five yard line. He made a flying dash and secureda touchdown for f'The Bull- dogs . They. did not make their extra point. Many more plays were played, but at the end of the first quarter the score was still seven to six. The next quarter was ve ry exciting, and at the half the score had been brought up to twenty-six to fourteen. It' was in the third quarter that the unexpected excitement arose. This is how it happen- ed. The Stars , after having one of their passes intercepted by Bob, and after fumbling and causing themselves to lose the ball again, had become very angry. The Stars were re- ceiving a ten yard penalty, and that did it! Don Barker walked over to the referee and hit him with a hard right to the jaw. lt was then that Bob appeared on the scene in good shape, and a fight was started between all the players of the teams. By then the crowd was in an uproar. It was some time before the fight was brought to an end. Many were rushed to the hospital. Upon arriving there, it was discovered that the referee was dead. He had lost a . great deal of blood from the deep gash in his head. It was found that Don himself was in great need of a blood transfusion. One person in the group had the same type of blood as Don. That one person was Bob. Was Bob going to be able to give blood while he himself was suffering from a broken ankle and two cracked ribs ? Well, he did it, and Don's life was saved. These were the results of The Stars being poor sports. The Stars no longer exist. They were not allowed to continue with a team. The Bulldogs lost their best player. Bob was unable to play the rest of the season. The referee, a very fine man, was dead. This should show just what poor- sportsrnanship can do. Sara Dauphinee '53 My Best Friend My best friend's name is Peter As plain as it can be. Wherever you may find me, There Peter, too, you'll see, It may be going fishing Down the re in yonder brook, Or it may be just sitting In some cool, favorite nook. I may be out a-hunting For squirrels or other game. That does not bother Peter - He's with me just the same. He asks no foolish questions And finds no fault with meg I'm always very certain That Peter will agree, All I do is whistle once - Behind me he will jog. You see, my best friend, Peter, Is my black, curly dog. -Eugene Usher '53