Potter Academy - Wreath Yearbook (Sebago Lake, ME)

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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.

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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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Period six is study period and usually the best period during the day, for the Sopho- more Class has English then and it is very entertaining to see and hear them. During activi- ty period we practiced basketball, and then I went home and started studying for the next day. That night I fell into bed exhausted, not daring to think of what might happen the next day, for that would be another day of school. - Carolyn Robinson '54 The F ifoe Who Escaped This is a story told me by an American soldier back from the Korean battlefront. He began by saying, There were two hundred eighteen of us near the Chanjun Reservoir near the Yellow River when they attacked. We retreated about five miles back up a slope on the Son Shun Mountains the first day. Their artillery fire was very heavy and we lost about fifty of our men. That evening the officer in charge shouted, 'Separatell The Chinese drove my battalion back down a slope into a small brook. There I lay in water up to my ankles. The temperature that night fell to thirty below zero, Next morning my feet we re frozen, and five out of the forty wounded died that night. My buddy who was on guard that night saw a Chinese just in time to miss his bayonet, but got the blade run into his hand and out his wrist. He put a tourniquet on his wrist until a medic could care for it. He shot the Chinese. Next morning about four hundred Chinese cavalrymen, using Shetland ponies for horses, came riding down the small valley at us, so we lowered our anti-aircraft gun. One shot and every Chinese cavalryman was dead. Small arms fire lasted all day. That night a Chinese who spoke English stepped out and shouted, ' We got hot lead for you tonight, boysl' They really tried to break us down, but that was no place for a break- down. We now had only about five or ten wounded and twenty-five men. I couldn't walk very fast myself, but I still could make my Thompson sub talk. We reached the coast with only five of us left. They were there to pick us up with a big battle-wagon. The ship was about three hundred feet by seven hundred feet. When we got on board we were all very tired and all of us were wounded. One of the fellows who was with us was from a different division which was shot to pieces. There were sixteen out of three hundred eighteen of his division who got out. We were shipped to Japan where we were cared for by the best of medics. We were then brought to the good old U. S. A. Jack Lawlis '52