Presque Isle High School - Ship Yearbook (Presque Isle, ME)

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Come on, joe, let's get closer and take a few pictures of the ship itself, sug- gested jimmy. Ho'ding our cameras high, we breezed past the guard and walked directly towards the airplane skeleton. Whew, whispered Jimmy in a relieved tone. We got by him, anyway! After taking pictures at different angies, we turned to head' back: but a gleam- ing object near where the door used to be caught my eye. Approaching the smoulder- ing ruins, I found that it was wedfged between the floor frame and door casing. It was some sort of medal or emblem that had an oblong hook on it. It seemed to have come from a watchfob. On it were different insignias, and on the reverse side, it had some wo'ds which seemed to be from the German language. Sensing that this might lead to the cause of the accident, we ran over to the Army Colonel's staff car. Pardon us, sir, I exclaimed as I reached the door, but we just found this wedged in a section of the plane where the door of the ship used to be. Maybe 1t'll lead to something and maybe not. The colonel's eyes lit up as he reached for the object, and he said', Leave your names and addresses, plus telephone numbers, with the lieutenant here. Yessir, we gulped, thinking that maybe we'd involved ourselves in some situation that we'd never get out of. After giving the lieutenant the necessary information, we hurried to our auto and silently drove home with not a wordf spoken by either of us. See you in the morning, I to'd Jimmy as I closed the car door. Yeah, if we're still around, he laughingly rep'ied. - At school the next moming, Jimmy and I hardly spoke to each other. Then dur- ing one of mv periods, I was called out to the office by the principal. Upon arriving there, I saw jimmy with a worried look on his face. . Boys, said Mr. Cunningham, the colone' at the air field called me and asked me if Id excuse you for a while this morning. There's nothing I can do, but let you go - and you better hurry, it's important. Yessir, we said as We went out. At the main gate, the colonel had an esco there to meet us. He was the very same lieutenant who had taken our names the da before Upon our being ushered into the Air Corps Colonel's office, he happily shook hands with us and offered congratulations at the same time. Would you mind telling us what this is all about, sir? inquired Jimmy. Well, that ornament you boys found yesterday o-nly led to the arrest of a large network of saboteurs, disguised as aircraft mechanics. They've been operating through- out the whole Ndrth Atlantic Division, and we've never been able to lay a finger on this fifth column work. Is there any little favor that you boys would like to have done, just out of appreciation? asked the colone'. Well-well, I mean-could- Anything, name anything, cut in the colonel. Well, suggested jim. If we got our parents' consent, cou'd we have a ride in one of your locally-based airplanes? Positively! I'm sure after what you youngsters have done for the pilots here that they would give vou a ride, he answered with a twinkle in his eye. Joe Barresi '46

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Can anyone imagine our joe writing detective stories about murders and such? After reading his selection Seniors as Sleuthsu you may form your own opinion as to whether or not he will become a writer. We'll keep tabs on you in the future, joe. and we all wish you the best of luck. SENIORS AS SLI:lU'l'HS It was one of those beautiful autumn days which could be classed as one that was too nice to go to school, when jimmy and I were watching those sleek, silver, mam- moth C-54s of the Air Transport Command land at our local air base. H Oh. those ships, said jimmy with wide-eyed wonder. Every time I see one I just wish that I were up there flying it or at least enjoying the ride. Me too! I confirmed. But I've decided that it's no use wishing that any more. We can buy rides in those tiny Cubs over at Caribou ali we want, but it's just im- possible for civilians, especially at our age, to get a ride on an Army airplane. You're right, I suppose: but anyway let's hurry or we'll be late for school- and that wou'd be disastrous. Dismissing the thought from our minds, we hurried to school on the double. as they call it in the Army. The day wore on and finally I met jimmy in the study-hall as he came in for his regular study period. Each of us took a chair at the same table and talked the day's events over until the come to order bell. After the teacher came in and restored law and order, we all settled down to various tasks in our studies. Suddenly, a huge roaring of aircraft engines with frequent sputterisg blasts pierced the very atmosphere. Not a hundred feet o er the building flew a four engine C-54, whose nose was pointed directly toward Hardy Hil' which loomed straight in its path. Violent jerks and bounces shook the ship as it tore onward. By now. everyone in the study-hall had noticed the airplane, which was still head- ed toward unmistakable destruction. After the airplane c'eared the tall poplars of Hill- side Avenue, the nose dipped again. The ship flew straight and level. You sensed that the pilot and co-pilot were doing their utmost to gain altitudb. You. knew that by some freakish or mechanical disability the plane would not respond to its contro's. You knew that it was going to crash into the irregular pattern of fields on Hardyl Hill: and as you realized all this, a co'd chill ran up and down your spine, making every nerve in your body twitch with fear. Seconds seemed like hours, but - there - now - it was all over. The giant skybird, robbed of its controls. and failing to respond to man's will and strength. crashed into the hil'side with an ominous cracking and tearing. At the same instant as the propellers clawed up the rocky soil, sheets of vivid real flame leaped skywardf. The here enveloped the whole ship in a matter of seconds. The high octane gaso'ine burning with terrific heat and force, was slowly disintegrating the plane. For the rest of the period. different Questions were passed from table to table and person to person in muffled whispers. All these concerned the accident we had just viewed. Finally the bell which ended the period rang. Everyone rushed to his home room, for school was over for the day. As soon as we were dismissed, Jim and I grabbed our books and made our way out through the north door. Let's go home and get our cameras, joe, and we'll drive up to Hardy Hill and try to take some pictures! said Jim anxiously. Anticipating the wonderful photographs we could make, I immediately answered in the affirmative. We drove to our respective homes and obtained our cameras and flash equipment. Armed with these, we cautiously drove up Hardy Hill, where many people had already assembled. The air base fire department hadl ext'n'xuished the fire and the Anny personnel so'diers along with the men of the medical department were removing charred bodies from the wreck. Wasting no time, we brought out our cam- eras and proceeded to take pictures of various human-interest shots of rhe people and their different duties.

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Leland Porter, better known as Lee to his friends, has been among the hrs! jvc on our list of promising students. His themes have been a mixture of humor, 'pathos, and technical subjects. His ready wit and versatility have made him one of the best sports of our time. Here's to the student most likely to succeed! A FRIEND i Iall, gaunt, quiet he stood, Suppressing wrongs and doing good. He used his gift of stirring oratory Equally well for speech or story. Never were events so very pressing, 'ln hat he could find no time for lessening The grief and 'oad of some poor soul: 'lo be man's friend-his highest goal. He talked with autho ity of policv or form, And stood the foe of those who'd harm Any person for his race or creed. He administered unto his country's need. A people's man, he'll always be Lodged in ther hearts and memories. Both prince and servant of fellow men, The pride of a nation, Abe Lincoln. Leland Porter '46 Bette Conya, author of Lincoln, has been one of our most outstanding and pop- ular seniors. She has done well and has composed many selections, from Ivlfch we have chosen a poem very cleverly written, commemorating the bfrthdau of our sixteenth pres- ident. Congratulations to you, Bette. We hope you do as well in the future. LINCOLN A tall gaunt-faced boy with an unruly shock of jet black hair on his forehead, Walked hand in hand by the river with a thin s'ip of a girl: In the air-there was happiness. A tired, carewom figure, dressed in black, wearily sat at his desk And with a su'e. firm hand, cast the die that meant the d'fferen':e between living and dying for so many- The Proclamation of Emancipation. This was a night for relaxation, This was a night for pleasure. The name of the theatre was Ford A shot rang out-the once proud head slumped forward into everlasting rest. In Washington the'e is a temple: Inside that temple sits a man of granite. And the wal's of this temple are covered with words of his wisdom, And the floor is well-worn by the feet of his worshipers. Bette Gonya '46