Scarborough High School - Four Corners Yearbook (Scarborough, ME)

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Dorothy Irene JIcKenxey “Dot ' ' 4-H Club Work (2, 3); Glee Club (1); Homo Economics Summer Project (2, 3). Man¬ ager of School Store (4). “All seemly ways of living. Proportion, comeliness. Authority and order Her loyal heart possess. STUDENT COUNCIL Sitting: Lothrop 32, Secretary; Smith ’33, Treasurer; Lyons, President; Leary ’32, Mottram ’33. Standing: Milliken ’33. Turner 33, MacMillan ’34, Moulton ’34.

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Loren a Margaret MacMillan “Rena” Editorial Hoard (4); Class President (2); Bas¬ ketball (2); Dramatic Club (4); Student Council (3); Senior Drama (4). Beauty clear and fair, Where the air Rather like a perfume dwells. Stephen Howard Lyons “Howie” Editorial Board (1, 2, 4); President of Class (1, 4); Basketball (1, 2, 3, 4). Captain (4); All Tournament Guard at Gorham Normal (4); Swimming (2, 4); Cross Country (1, 2, 4); Track (1, 2, 3, 4); Baseball (3, 4); Orchestra (3, 4); Student Council (4); President of Student Council (4); Senior Drama (4). True calm doth quiver like the calmest star; It is that white where all the colors are. Adelaide Ida Burnell “Peggy” The joy of youth and health her eyes displayed. And ease of heart her every look conveyed.” Donald Frederick Douglas “Don” 4-H Club Work (1, 2); Track (2); Student Council (3). Strange to the world, he wore a bashful look. The fields his study, nature was his book.

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SCARBOROUGH IN DAYS OF OLD The rurally-settled town of Scarborough holds forth its charms to the traveller who loves that country life where a barren piece of lamb an old weather-beaten house, a rustic, half-tumbled down fence, or a moss- grown gravestone are a history, colorful with stories of Indian warfare in days gone past. He sees it as a story book where joys and sorrows, toil, brave deeds, and love—all are intermixed and woven into that earlier life. Scarborough had its share of old-fash¬ ioned houses, with private cemeteries on nearly every farm; now. either destroyed or grown over with weeds, and the stones scarcely readable; the antiquated fences falling to ruin. New things are being built in their places, which some day may also be called antique. A typical early farmhouse was a hum¬ ble dwelling, with a moss-covered roof and overhanging eaves. It was set back several rods from the road (which was scarcely wide enough to be called such ) in a field where little farm plots were carefully tended and the winter supply of hay raised. A cow or two could usually be seen peace¬ fully cropping the grass around the barn, an even more shabby building than the house; and occasionally their deep bass voices would awaken the sleeping country¬ side. The inside of the house was kept scrupu¬ lously clean by the farmer ' s busy wife, who seemed never to rest a minute but kept flying from one task to another all the day long. The kitchen and dining-room were combined into one large room; a huge brick fireplace occupied almost one entire end of the room: there was a great iron pot hung over the bright blazing fire, and around the walls there was a row of dishes, some china, but most of them metal; a pair of brass candlesticks shone as if newly polished. Before the fire sprawled a large yellow cat, the pride of the house¬ hold, yawning in perfect contentment in the light of the blazing logs. A few feet directly behind the house stood that rustic little cemetery, so much a feature of old New England; it contained only two stones, showing that the family were comparatively new settlers in the town. Around the entire estate was a rudely-constructed fence of wood, with oc¬ casional breaks of rock piled one upon the other. There was only one church in the town, centrally located. Within, there were two rows of high-backed pews facing the pul¬ pit which was occupied each week by a small, bustling pastor; his assistant, the