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

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Years passed and the bond between us strengthened at every turn. One January day I saw Dottie coming up the street and a car coming behind her. Suddenly the car slid on the icy street and struck Dottie. I ran and picked her up and started for the house but before I reachedf the door, Dottie had died in my arms. Well, that was fifty years ago, and here in I996, this old fool, too old to hunt, sits in his easy chair still thinking of the best dog a man ever had for a friend. John Guiggey '47 The original outdoor girl is Evelyn! She spends her ,spare time hiking---to Fort Fairfield, and dancing---at Fort Fairfield. 1t's downright dzsloyalty, ll1at's what it is! But P. 1. still likes your poetry. BATAAN AND CORREGIDOR We shall remember the faith that fought In the fox holes of Bataan. The haggard, hungered, fevered men In a long, heroic stand. We shall remember valiant souls, The withering blast they bore, And long-drawn months, the fearful odds, The dwindling stretch of shore. We shall remember the blackness On our souls as the flash came through: Bataan is lost-l-low awful! We were too late and too few. We shall remember the desperate seige ln the fort of Corregidor, 'l'ill the last gr'm gun was silenced And men could fight no more. We shall remember a plunging fire, :The raking Army guns, The burning eyes, that scoured the skies, For help that did not come. We shall remember they kept their faith! These devoted, and steady men, When Corregidor, in glory fe'l lror it stood dauntless to the end.

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Carroll Knox, author of For Whom the Bell Tolls. should Probably thank Mr. Hemingway for his engaging title. But one day we all borrowed titles from either the literary masters or Hollywood scenarists, and Carroll wrote the following: FOR WHOM THE. BELL TOLLS The morning is filled with the sound of a busy neighborhood. All the men of the vicinity have gone to work at their various jobs. The chi dren have gone to school, and the'wives are left to do their housework. From the earth rises a heavy fog which is the result of early spring rains, jand it has a tendency to conceal all happenings from the eyes of gossipers. However, since this is true, no one notices the l929 Dodge which swings around the corner and stops at the first house on the street. At nearly regular intervals it moves on to the next house. At each stop, a somewhat short and stocky man wearing a blue suit and straw colored hat steps out, reaches into the rear of the car and puls out a bulging suitcatse. Often arranging his tie, he walks jauntily up the walk and rings the doorbell. All soats of women greet him dur'ng the morning and ask him into the house. Frequently he has to hold his suitcase between himself and a snariing dog until the lady locks her pet up or ties it to a stove leg. For a short time he remains in each residence and then reappears and moves on to the next. All goes smoothly unt'l he steps up to the front door of the last house on the street, and, hearing a nundmer of noises upstairs which he thinks might be housewife do- ing her spring cleaning, he rings persistently. A more fatal mistake could not have been made, for when the door at last bursts open, there, to the poor man's surprise, is the hus- band who was just getting ready for a nap while his wife was away doing her shopping. The salesman makes a dash for his car, but his pursuer isn't as sleepy as he looked. When the battle which follows finally dies away and the dust clears. it is the Fuller Brush Man for whom the bell tolls. Carroll Knox '47 Not so long ago our photographic expert was just a mere unknown freshman trying hard to do his best worlz. faclfs hard work has been rewarded this year by recognition of his theme Dottie , a light and amusing theme about a faithful friend. We know you all join us in wishfrg jack all the best in the future. DOTTIE Dottie and I, devoted to each other as we were, used' to go everywhere together. She and I even thought alike at times. We enjoyed practically the same things, 'istening to good music. and just staying home I think that Dottie liked ice cream more than any- one else I know. I liked it myself, and the ice cream bill at the end of the month was something awful! Then, too, we used to go for long walks, especiaily on bright, crisp winter evenings. We walked without speak'ng, admiring the various scenes that met our eyes. Often we would be gone for several hours, arriving home in the small hours of the morning. Time meant nothing to us, for it was just another pitfall in the course of our lives. evident only when we were apart. We both enjoyed walking, but hunting was our favorite pastime. Most any chiily autumn day would find us afield in quest of grouse or pheasant. One needn't ask Dottie if she were enjoying herself, as just one look at her sparkling brown eyes was answer enough.

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We shall remember two honored names As one in valor and fame: Bataan ancl Corregiclor shall live And bum as a holy flame. We shall remember a victory Won in the hearts of menz When a final count is taken, We shal remember them. 1 x V1 md Quest 1 ,7 Evelyn Leach '47 . 71 vf' I r ni II .e N A -,nm - ,1 , ' in 22111 Jwwff 35,07 ,na'l: :Ng ,144 ' X W A vi 'Q' f 5 ww - ' 2 7 , :V -'Q5.::Nil.fA'- Of- 'fs Q-