Stonington High School - Breeze Yearbook (Stonington, ME)

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LITERARY My Summer Home My summer house is a remodeled aircraft carrier. It measures about 750 feet in length and its beam is 100 feet. It draws 20 feet of water. In the middle of the flight deck near the island, is a regulation football field. Below decks I have plenty of footballs and other equipment. On the after deck between the football field and the stern is another grassy section fthe football field is covered with grassj. Here are planted shrubs, flowers, bushes, and small trees. It is my garden, where I spend my evenings. Between the football field and the bow is the sun-deck , where I spend my mornings. In the middle of the sun deck is a large swim- ming pool, with a springboard at one end. It is supplied with fresh water from the distilling machines below. For those who like salt- water swimming when the boat is not moving you can lower a platform to within one foot of the water, and dive off this. Below the flight deck, on the hangar deck, are two regulation basketball courts, a dance hall, five bowling alleys, a library, ten ping pong tables, a gymnasium which is separate from the basketball courts, and a lot of empty space for doing anything you like. On the third deck are the rooms for my guests, and in the middle of the deck there is a dining room and a soda fountain. The soda fountain is used mainly for social gather- ings however, for all the rooms have faucets out of which run milkshakes, sodas, and soft drinks. Below there is the necessary machinery to keep the boat running. The laundry, the kitchen, the crews quarters and the ship's doctor are also here. In the summer I like nothing better than taking fifty or a hundred of my friends and just cruise around. The only drawback is that I have to spend one or two million dollars every six or seven years to dredge out East Penobscot Bay so I can bring my ship into Barters wharf. Don MacKay '52 Gold One day I decided to go fishing. I went out into the backyard to dig some worms. I dug until I was so tired that I couldn't dig any more and I hadn't found a single worm. But, I didn't give up that easily! One of my friends came down the road. I hailed him and told him that I had discovered that there was gold on my land and if he helped me dig for it I would share it with him. He dug until he was worn out and then he went off. I told him to come back when he had rested but he didnit want to. I got two more boys working for me by telling them about the gold and still I got no worms. By that time we had dug fifteen feet under ground and I decided that there were no worms there. I went to another spot and I found some worms. I went fishing but didnit catch any fish. We had the hole cemented and cleaned and used it for a well. Kenneth Allen '51 Surprised One evening after returning from work at our offices in the warehouse, Barbara and I suddenly realized we had left our wallets behind with all of our wages. We grabbed a bite to eat at our boarding house and then ran to catch the bus for the waterfront. We dreaded returning at dusk because there was always a gang of hoodlums prowling around the streets. A drizzling rain had started and the wind was beginning to howl. We took our Hash- lights from our raincoat pockets and tried to pierce the gloom of the night. We fumbled around the side of the building until we found the door. Upon trying the door we discovered

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Graduation -- I9 June 9, 1949 Processional . Invocation ........ Salutatory- Tomorrow-A World of Healthv . Class History ....... Music ....... . Essay- Truman-American Leaderu . . Class Prophecy .... Address to Undergraduates ....... 49 . . Orchestra . Dr. David Almon . Geraldine Davis . Verna Gross . . Orchestra Edgar R. Crozier, jr. . Teresa Beatrice . Elizabeth Beal Vocal Trio . . . Mrs. Benjamin Carter, Mr. and Mrs. William Wilson Presentation of Gifts ..... Lillian Holland, Richard Stanley Class Will .......... Valedictory- Todays Dream-Tomorrowis Realtyi' . Music ......... . Presentation of School Awards . . Awarding of Diplomas . . . Class Ode . . . . Len Benediction Reception Class Colors: Purple and White Class Flower: White Rose Class Motto: Live to Learn and Learn t Commencement Awards . . Erwyn Eaton Beverly Trundy . . Orchestra Prin. Thurlow Pitts . Supt. Ralph Smith ora Bray, Marilyn Rice 0 Livev Balfour Key-Outstanding Senior on basis of Scholarship, Loyalty, and Achievement ..... Becker College Key-Highest Ranking Commercial Course Graduate ...... Boyis Citizenship Medal . Girl's Citizenship Medal . American History Medal . . Edgar R. Crozier, jr. Beverly Trundy Richard Stanley . Geraldine Davis Chester Carter, Ir.

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to our amazement it was open. As We crept in, the door creaked sharply. We hesitated and then edged slowly forward. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, we found ourselves in what seemed to be an unfamiliar part of the warehouse. Our flash- lights made the shadows of the different sizes and shapes of boxes dance weirdly against the bare walls. Joanne',l It was Barbara calling my name. I answered as calmly as I could. She informed me that her flashlight was going to go out very shortly. I also had a startling feeling that mine was going to fade also. In what seemed only seconds, Barbara and I were left alone in the opaque blackness of the night. Barbara and I were almost hysterical with fear. I groped uncertainly around the wall for a light switch. My hand struck the switch button and to my overwhelming surprise the lights did not go on! For heavens sake where are we?,' asked Barbara. I could not give her any information as to our whereabouts. I sat down on the cold cement floor and tried to figure out where we were. The rain had stopped outside and the moon was coming out. Suddenly a booming, angry voice pierced the obscure atmosphere which sent shivers up our spines. What do you think you are doing anyway? I tried to answer but my voice only came out a hoarse whisper. Barbara, who was never at loss for words soon found her voice and said in a saucy tone, I might ask the same of youfw Is that you, Miss Bartlett? came a surprised cry. Yes, of course it's me, and Joanne is here, too, for your information? I kept behind Barbara as she stepped out into the open. VVho are youfy' she asked. Who am I came the surprised reply. Well, I should hope I was Mr. Peck your bossu. Mr. Peck! Bosslv we both cried! VVe,ll be fired for sure now after those saucy things I said,', whispered Barbara into my ear. Well, girls what are you doing down here after dark? demanded Mr. Peck. We came after our wallets and all our pay that was in themf' I said. Mr. Peck laughed a long hearty laugh while Bar- bara and I exchanged puzzled glances. Oh, those! I sent them to your boarding house by special delivery right after you left. I just came back to lock the door. I forgot it when I leftf' - Joanne Barbour and Barbara Bartlett '51 Scared To Death One hot summer day last year, a group of us girls went for a walk. We headed for Goose Cove. We were onto the wood road when we saw a house. Joanne spoke up, I know who lives therev. Who?v asked Rose. A half-witted manf said Joanne. Well, we discussed it and finally decided to explore it. We had just gotten in when we heard a thud, then another thud. Each time it got louder until finally we saw a man come around the corner with a huge log. He was dropping the end at each step because it was so heavy. We quietly slipped into another room where we saw a big pile of logs. We then knew the old man would bring the wood into the room, so each of us, scared to death, hunted for a hiding place. I darted behind the wood pile. There was Priscilla. I jumped on top of a sack in a corner and there was Joanne. Everybody had had found a place except me. I heard the man coming: thud, thud, thud, each getting louder as he drew nearer. Just then my foot fell into a hole in the floor. I tugged and tugged but it wouldn't come out. At that very moment the old man came around the door. I wished I could faint but I couldnit. What are you doing here? he shouted angrily. Don,t you know I live here?v Yes,', I replied weakly, but-but, well I just--well, I was just wondering who lived heref' speaking faintly. Please don't hurt me, mister, I pleaded. Did you come alonef' he yelled. Y-yesf, I stuttered, not wanting to tell him about the others. He pulled my foot loose, tied, gagged me