Potter Academy - Wreath Yearbook (Sebago Lake, ME)

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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

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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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Uncle Henry at a Basketball Game Uncle Henry was an old hermit who lived in the back woods. His son was just out of college and was taking Henry to a basketball game. Now Henry, being a hermit who always stayed in the back woods, had never been to a basketball game before. They drove to the door, got out of their carriage, walked up to the box office and asked for two tickets. When Uncle Henry heard the price of the tickets, he was about ready to go home, but his son finally got him to stay, telling him he would pay for the tickets. Just as Uncle Henry entered the hall, he saw this huge thing coming right for his head, but he man- aged to jump out of the way in time to avoid being hit. Henry asked his son what that thing was that had just come so close to killing him and his son told him that was the basketball with which they play the game. Well now, seeing that there was a large crowd that night, old Uncle Henry couldn't seem to find a place to sit down, so he found a place to stand whe re he thought he would be safe, Uncle Henry figured he was going to have a hardjnightg first he was almost killed by the basketball and now he could not find a place to sit down. Well, they finally started the game, but Uncle Henry could not understand a thing they were trying to do. It looked to him as if they were trying to see who could get killed first. They would throw the ball up the floor, then it would come flying back and it didn't seem to him that either team was getting very far, Uncle Henry said he couldn't see which side was getting ahead and he didn't care, he was so tired of watching them. After the game, Henry said he never wanted to see another game in his life, that he wanted to go back to the woods and live in peace. Edward Richards '52 Dangerous Fun lt was the 25th of September and the sun was shining. Everyone was happy except the people of the small town of Westling. The Westling Journal had just been printed and the paper boys were out delivering the morning edition. The headlines read, John Wells, Westling High Senior, Killed Suddenly In Hot-Rod Accident . This all came about when, one Saturday afternoon, a few of the Westling High pupils decided to go to their first stock car race. The boys were much concerned in the races and like all boys decided a few days later to form a Hot-Rod Club. This idea was opposed by many of the parents, especially John Wells', After a few weeks some of the boys had their cars built over into hot-rods, and every afternoon they would go out on the main highway and race to see who had the fastest car, Johnny was voted the most popular boy in Westling and because of this the boys used to tease him because he wasn't allowed to build a hot-rod. After a few weeks of teasing Johnny convinced his parents to let him have a car, only with the one condition that the car wasn't to be turned into a hot-rod. He got his car the next day and his father was much surprised that he picked out an old battered '35 Ford. He thought that most boys who wanted a car would want a newer one without any dents, but this was Johnny's choice so his father bought it. Every afternoon Johnny used to come home from school and work on his car, His parents thought nothing of this because every boy with his first car likes to work on it and see what makes it run. During the time that he was rebuilding his car the boys made fun of his old junk be- cause it wou1dn't run and because his parents would not let him at least try to build a hot-rod