Searsport High School - Windjammer Yearbook (Searsport, ME)

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W' Sitting, left to right: R. Clark, L. Seekins, S. Fowler, P. Martin., P. Otis, O. Smith, J. Garrity D. Ward, L. Braley, E. Matthews, R. Smart. Second row: J. Ashey, C. Patterson, T. Ward, H. Varney, S. Rich, B. Bowdoin, K. Littlefield H. McLaughlin, M. Gilmore, L. Moulton, W. Hersom, M. Harriman, K. Lanphier, P Young, G. Harriman, Mr. Mortland. Third row: J. Engstrom, G. Tripp, T. Veinot, R. Duley, J. Moody, D. Ashey, G. Littlelicld A. Dakin, K. Hansen, H. Bagley, F. Warren, K. Maddocks, K. McKeen FRESHMAN CLASS The Freshmen started the year with 40 students. We had five new students join our class. They are Gary Tripp, Coral Patterson, Rachel Smart, Evelyn Matthews, and Forrest Warren. We lost only one mernbei during the year. In October we elected the following class officers President: Owen Smith Vice P'V6S1lCl67Lt.' Judy Garrity Secretary and Treaswrefr: Paul Otis Student Council: Pat Martin and Dennis Ward In the early fall the Seniors held the annual Freshman Reception. Though they put us through a lot, we all enjoyed it. The members from our class participating in basketball this year were: Harriette McLaughlin, Weldeena Hersom, Lorr-aine Braley, Helen Varney, Ruth Clark, Holly Bagley, Keith McKeen, Kris Hansen and Rodney Duley. Joe Ashey and Paul Otis were managers for the boys' team and Pat Martin and Judy Garrity acted as Jr. Varsity cheerleaders. During the magazine drive the class went all out to win the first prize of 2540 for the class. Several of the other individual prizes were also won by members of our class. We are all proud to have Mr. Mortland as our homeroom teacher for our first year in high school. LORRAINE BRALEY '61 . xx Q Y'

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SOPHOMORE LITERATURE TWINKLE TOES Twinkle Toes was a very pretty fairy, but no one liked her. It was because she had the worst disposition of all the fairies. . . It was near Christmas and all the fairies were buying presents. Everyone was laugh- ing and singing, but Twinkle Toes didn't see anything to laugh about, so she just sat around. Her best friend, Babe, asked her what she wanted for Christmas. She just looked mad and didn't tell her. She wasn't giving any- one anything and didn't expect anything herself. She did want something, but wanted no one to know. It was a comb to comb her long blonde hair. She had seen the one she wanted in the Bee Hive window. It was red with little firellies on it. It cost a lot of honey and she didn't have enough stored up. She almost wished she hadn't been so rude to Babe but she chased the thought away. It was t.he night of the big party. Santa came and all the fairies got gifts. Twinkle Toes knew she wasn't getting anything so she didn't bother to go. It was held in the old milk bottle, where all the events were held. They were preparing for the party. Fire- flies were taking their places on the ceiling as lights. The cricket string quartet was get- ting warmed up, and all looked pretty good. When the time came, everyone was squeez- ing into the old milk bottle. Twinkle Toes just sat by the door and listened. Someone came to get her. She had a gift. She acted as if she didn't want it, though she did. She opened it and found the comb she had seen in the Bee Hive. Everyone was wondering what she was going to say. She didn't know what to do! She ran to Babe and started to cry. She said how much she had missed by being a grouch. When they saw she was really sorry and had Christmas spirit., they made a circle and sang, For she's a jolly good Fairy. From then on, she joined in all the games. She was crowned Queen of the Fairies and soon became the most popular fairy in Fairyland. PAT SIMPSON '60 The Fir Tree, The Deer, and The Spruce Tree Many years ago, there was a young deer who lived in the deep, deep forest. The deer was a very lonely deer, and the only friend she had was a little fir tree. Every day after breakfast, she went to the little tree to lie down. She would tell the tree of the hunter ihe had watched and how frightened she had een. One day late in December, she went to the little tree, as usual, and what did she see but a little old man, chopping the tree down! She leaped under the bushes and watched as the fir tree was dragged through the snow out of the woods. The sorrowful little deer followed the man out of the woods at a discreet distance, be- ing careful not to step on any twigs that would betray her. After a time, the man came to a small house. He was greeted by a jolly white- haired old lady. As they went in and closed the door, the deer carefully walked to the house and peered through the window. She saw her friend being placed near the win- dow. Red, green, and blue objects were be- ing decked upon the tree. Fearing that she might be seen, she scam- pered back into the forest. As night came, she began to think of ways she could save her little friend. She decided that she would have to go to the house every day. So with this in her mind, she fell asleep. The next day, when she went to the house, she found many lights in t.he windows. As she looked in one of them, her friend, the fir tree, winked happily at her through her sparkling lights. The deer turned and leaped gleefully back home. The sound of beautiful music and chimes awoke the deer early the next morning. She leaped to her feet and raced to the house. There she saw children excitedly opening pretty packages. The fir tree blinked her sparkling lights at the little deer and she knew at once that the fir tree was happy to be a part of this festive occasion. The little deer felt happiness for the fir tree, but now loneliness crept into her heart for the loss of her good friend. She sadly went back to the forest, scarcely seeing ahead of her, for the tears were blinding her eyes. The branches of a tree brushed her neck and she quickly glanced to see what was touching her. There stood a young blue spruce spreading its branches sympathetical- ly towards the little deer. The deer queried, Why haven't I seen you before ? Because, the blue spruce replied, a beautiful, stately fir tree has over-shadowed me all my life. It was cut down for a Christ- mas tree yesterday. From that day on, the proud spruce tree and the little deer became good friends and never parted. MARGARET JEFFERY '60 WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF- Pat or Margaret flunked a course? Harold couldn't argue? Bonnie and Sharon didn't sell candy? Hazel couldn't do English assignments? Malcolm couldn't play basketball? Stretch won an Academy Award? Mr. Lapointe couldn't drive a car? Maurice had a crew cut? Priscilla hated all boys?

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FRESHMAN THE MIRACLE MEETING 0nce in a small village just outside Lon- don, England, three little boys were happily playing in the street. Two of the boys were brothers, John and Benson Scott. They were the sons of the well-known Dr. Robert Scott, who practiced medicine in London. The other boy was the son of some neighbors that lived down the street. I These boys had been playing with their toys when a tall, shaggy haired man with a dusty beard and black wool coat came along. He inquired as to what the boys were doing. After the boys answered, the man asked, How would you like to go aboard a real ship ? Naw, replied Benson, we're having fun right here where we are. The neighbor's boy said the same thing. Johnny, the other Scott boy, was a little more adventurous than the others and he told the man that he would like to go along with him. Little Ben- son, who was eight while Johnny was only six, warned him that his father would scold him but Johnny went anyway. Later in the evening Johnny's father heard this news and was startled. His par- ents called the law in on it. Benson told the inspector the whole story but before night- fall little Johnny Scott was on his way out of the harbor on the French ship Pierre and bound for France. Little Johnny soon grew homesick but as days passed he grew to like his friend, the tall bearded man, Captain Blanchard Lafayette. Years passed and Johnny was now a strong handsome boy of fifteen. Johnny loved the sea and he and the Captain went on many voyages together. Soon after this, there was news of a great war between Britain and France. Johnny went to war for France to fight the English with the Captain. The king of France sent a letter to Cap- tain Lafayette and requested that he and his crew volunteer for a more dangerous mis- sion that would take them far up along the British coast. They undertook this mission and were on their way within a week. As they were fairly close to the British coast they came into a sort of storm that grew worse until the waves were so high that they would wash across the deck. The rain was fiercely pouring downward and the thunder roared. This storm lasted through- out the night and ended early the next morn- ing. When the fog cleared they found them- selves within one hundred yards of a British vesse . LITERATURE The two ships were amazed at the sight of one another. All was silent for a moment and then a shot rang out from the French ship. The battle was on. The ships drew up closer to each other. Then men were leaping back and forth across the decks fighting with swords, gunbutts, and nearly everything they could get their hands on. The men, some wounded, most of them dead, were covering both decks until only a handful of men were left. Among them were Johnny and six other men from the Pierre. They were left to fight off seventeen British sailors. These fought on but the French could not over- take the strong English force and sl'owly they went down fighting. Johnny was taken prisoner on their ship. The crew of the English ship had planned to hang the crew left on the other ship. As they led the men up to the upper deck, the leader of the Englishmen thought he saw something familiar about Johnny. He asked him where he came from and some of the places he had been and his name. Johnny kept quiet for a while but then he decided to talk to stall for time, not that it made any difference. When Johnny mentioned his last name, the other stated that his name was also Scott, Benson Scott. The two young men, one seventeen and the other nineteen, now realized that they were brothers. They shook hands, hugged each other, and started laughing and talking. The other British men thought of Benson as a traitor being so friendly to this Frenchman. Benson tried to explain but all they could think of was a betrayer who had managed to make friends with the enemy. The men led them both to the hangman's noose hanging horridly down with the sign of death. So ends the story of the Scott brothers, brave men who died at the hands of their own country, England. But they met at last. KEITH MCKEEN '61 WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF - Pat stopped liking boys? Priscilla Y. stopped talking? George L. had his work done on time? Kris got a C? Harriette didn't have her daily lunch? Owen lost weight? Dennis gained it? Judy stopped chewing gum? Paul couldn't borrow a pen? Weldeena weren't going steady? Gary studied his civics lesson? The whole class knew their English? We didn't have to do our spelling? Mr. Mortland couldn't speak English? Paul minded his own business?