Potter Academy - Wreath Yearbook (Sebago Lake, ME)

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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

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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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A Day in the Life of a Freshman Girl at Potter Academy I stuck my head out from under the covers as I heard my mother call for me to get up. I yelled something back that must have satisfied her, for the next thing I knew she was shaking me and yelling at me. I was awake with a start and looked at her. Do you know what time it is ? she asked. You have about ten minutes before the bus will be here! I leaped out of bed and about three minutes later I was combing my hair. Then I gulped my breakfast down. While I was eating my breakfast I had my algebra book in front of me trying to learn a rule which we were supposed to have for class that day. Then I heard my sister call that the bus was coming. ' I hurried into my coat and boots and ran out the front door. The bus was just stopping out front. Just as I left the steps I thought of my books. I ran back in and grabbed my books from the table and ran out a second time. As I left the steps this time, I landed on some ice, my feet went out from under me, and my books went into the air and landed at my feet. Every paper I had had in them had come out, and the wind was blowing enough to lift up two or three of the papers and started blowing them away. ' I carefully got to my feet and started after them. I caught up with them before they had gone very far, I ran back and picked up my books and started for the bus. As I climbed aboard every- one was laughing at me and I can imagine how red my face was. The bus was about half way to school when I discovered that I had left my English book at home. I dreaded telling Mr. Mortland for I knew he wouldn't like it. We arrived at school about on time and I started up the hill. It was very slippery, and for about every step I took I slid back two steps it seemed. I spent most of the time before school began trying to make the hill, but finally I succeeded. As I walked by the bulletin board, I discovered, to my horror, that I had morning exercises. I ran in and put my books in my desk, then hurried upstairs. After I had found what I was to read and had read it to Mr. Mortland, the buzzer rang. I sat down in my seat, glad to have a minute to relax. Then I happened to think of the rule in algebra that I hadn't learned.- My desk is open on four sides and as I reached down to get my algebra book all the books fell on the floor with a bang. Mr. Mortland gave me a sharp look as I picked up the books and put them back in place. Then the buzzer rang for us to go to assembly. I walked up to assembly trying my best to remember the rule. As I walked into the assembly room I re- alized again that I had morning exercises, and I started to shake. Nly knees were knocking and it seemed that everyone i.n the room could hear them. I was still shaking a's I walked downstairs to go to period one, which is algebra. Of course, Mr. Cobb asked me the rule, and after stuttering a minute I confessed that I didn't know. Period two was study period' and I studied general science like mad because Inever can get it through my head. After recess we went to home economics class and, since I hadn't studied my assignment much, of course Mrs. Hamilton gave us a surprise quiz. As I left home economics class to go to general science, I began to relax a little for I had studied and studied my science, and I thought I knew all the things that Mr. Cobb might ask me, but Mr. Cobb gave us the period as a study period. Un the next science class I should surely get an Al. Period five was English, and Iwithout an English book. When I told Mr. Mortland that I had left my book at home he took it better than I had expected, for he didn't say anything, and I overlooked the look he gave me. Next we went down to noon lunch, which I had been waiting for all morning. I was very p hungry because I didn't eat much breakfast.