Sabattus High School - Yearbook (Sabattus, ME)

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1llEHClnASStJF LORRAINE MARGUERITE GAYTON Presentation of Gifts Born April 25, 1923, at Sabattus, Maine. Dramatics 4, President Student Council 4, Secretary-Treasurer Class 1, 2, Librarian 1, 2, Hi-Pep, 3, 4, Reading Club, 4, Year Book 4. Lorraine is noted for her energy and willingness to do her share of the work put before the class. We should never forget her part in the Senior drama where her jollity provided so many laughs. Lorraine also is an ideal business manager. We don't know exactly what Lorraine plans to do, perhaps she will become a bookkeeper. Though we think she would be entirely capable of running a business of her own. Lorraine helps make our classes more lively. A quitter never wins, and a winner never quits. 1941 ARLENE H. NEWBEGIN Prophecy Born August 30, 1921, at Woodland, Maine, Lisbon Falls High School 1, 2, Dramatics 4, Hi-Pep 3, 4, Year Book 3, 4, Honor Roll 3. Arlene is a very quiet and polite person. She is admired by her friends for her splendid work in writing essays and the like. She studies very hard so that she can get ahead in life. She has taken part in many school activities and does her share of the work. Although sickness has kept her away from us much of the time, her friendship is one we all value. Her hobbies are stamp collect- ing and letter writing. She is a fine friend. I just roll along from day to day, having my ups and downs. EMMA MAUDE PRINCE Valedictorian ' Born January 24, 1924, at Webster, Maine. Graduated from Ricker Grammar School, Dramatics 4, Student Council 2, Class Treasurer 3, Secretary Reading Club 4, Honor Roll 1, 2, 3, 4, Class Secretary 3, 4, Hi-Pep 3, 4, Year Book 3, 4. Not only is Emma a true friend, but she furnishes much enjoy- ment to her friends. Emma is a wonderful sport, there is never aku. 1 a dull moment in her presence. Her talent in yodeling and singing has been appreciated by all her friends. A true pal is Emma, as is shown by her quick readiness to give help. Emma wants to be a missionary nurse, and we have no doubt that she will succeed. Be faithful to your friendsf' ARTHUR EDWARD RAMSAY Born July 20, 1922, at Sabattus, Maine. Basketball 3, 4, Captain Basketball 4, Baseball 3, 4, Captain Baseball 3, Class Vice President 4, Marshall 3, Student Council 3, 4, Hi-Pep 3, 4, Year Book 4, Schoolboy Patrol 2, 3, 4, Reading Club 4, Dramatics 4. By all his fellow students Arthur is looked upon as being a regular fellow. No matter what the situation may be, he always wears his good natured smile that has made him so popular. Those who come in contact with Arthur leave with a feeling of friendliness. With a song in his heart Arthur goes on his good-natured way. On the basketball floor, however, he is a force to be reckoned With! Always be prepared.

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