Potter Academy - Wreath Yearbook (Sebago Lake, ME)

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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

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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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After about two weeks of working, Johnny tried out his car on the highway and knew right off that his car was built for speed. One afternoon as Johnny was just out cruising around, all of his friends with hot-rods went past him like a shot. Johnny laughed to himself and thought, Won't they be surprised when they find out what's under this hood. He pressed down on the accelerator and the car crept up to a speed of 75 M.P.H. All the time he was gaining on his friends and at the speed of 90 M.P.H., he went by. Then he looked in the mirror to catch the surprised look on their faces. Of course, since he was the most popular boy, all of the other boys were jealous and tried to get the best of him. So the hot-rod game began to get dirty. Eve ry night after school the boys would go out and race. Their'motto was: Anything To Win . Jack Cole, a boy who was always jealous of Johnny, was driving side by side with Johnny's car. Everyone knew that Jack would go by the motto. While the crowd was gathering Jack suddenly cut over and crowded Johnny's hot-rod onto a soft shoulder. The car rolled over and over down the embankment and of course this hot-rod accident ended in a death--Johnny's. All parents would feel the same way as Johnny's, that they hadn't done right by him to make him lie to them. As time went on the cornmunity started to discuss having a safe place for the hot-rods to race. Among these people were Mr. and Mrs. Wells. The next year those people had raised enough money to build a safe place for them. Certain rules of safety were set up and the boys had to go by them. At the gate entering the race track there was a sign saying John Wells' Memorial and directly under this was written Dangerous Fun Made Safe . June Douglass '52 The King of Kings The world may have governors, presidents, vice-presidents, but who is it that really gives life to everything? Who is it that gives people senses to live, speak, taste, touch, who heals the sick, who forgives our sins, provides for us, protects us, encourages us, strengthens us? Is there anyone who cannot answer me and know that there is someone ? Though He may not be seen by you, you may know His presence, and are you grateful for each day, each moment for a chance to help Him, to worship Him, to even think of Him? Who is this King of Kings ? The very life and spirit you need to live by, and for. He is everyone's King, the Lord of Heaven and Earth. This is His world and we are His people. He governs us, I-le's our president, our rtgler and our law-giver, His laws are to be obeyed. Our every- thing we own He has given us, our beautiful world and all good things come from Him, Our King of Kings , Geneva McLaughlin '51