Potter Academy - Wreath Yearbook (Sebago Lake, ME)

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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

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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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Essay on Brook Fishing Brook fishing, the way rnany people go about it, is getting up early in the morning, having a big breakfast, and going way off from home to some place famed for brook fishing where there are paths on both sides of the brook that a two year old could follow. After the fisherman gets to the brook, he takes more tackle out of his car than a deep-sea fisher- man, puts on rubber boots that come all the way up to his hips, puts his fancy, light ,fly-rod together, then wades down the brook making more noise than he would-swimming. He sees a hole in which he thinks he should catch a record-breaker, he wades down to it, throws his fly in a couple of times, and declares that there are no fish in the brook. He goes home and takes the rest of the day telling fish stories and straightening out his fish tackle. There are some other brook fishermen whom I call bridge fishers . They start out with no special brook in mind, and ride around half the day fishing from any bridge that crosses the water. They finally come to a bridge where they get a couple, so they fish a few holes either way and start for the next bridge. Then there is .the fisherman who really knows what brook to fish in its season. He plans to go on a certain day and gets his rod and bait for fliesj the day or night before he goes. He gets up fairly early and usually doesn't have far to go. He knows a good place to finish his fishing in order to get home fairly early, and so leaves his car there. He starts fishing the greatest distance from his car that he can cover carefully. When he starts fishing he is careful not to let anything fall in the water at that place where he is fishing Qincluding his shadow or himselfj except his bait. He doesn't waste time, but he doesn't hurry, splash or bang around, or miss any chances of getting a good fish. He is usually familiar enough with the brook to know its good holes and would wade clear to his waist to catch a fish nine inches long. X When he finally gets home he's hungry and tired, but he has some of the best fish there are. Franklin Burne ll '5 Z