Upper Kennebec Valley High School - Boreas Yearbook (Bingham, ME)

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BOREAS ELIZABETH LIDSTONE Here's to a real pal , a friend to all in the class. Lizzy is a good worker, a grand sport, and has a determined per- sonality. Keep the boys happy, Lizzy, and remember, we're plugging for you. Salutatoriang Senior play 43 Vice president 3, 4, Hiking club 1, 33 Glee club 15 Music festival 1, Air raid warden 3, 4. ERWIN MCDONALD As in every class we have a quiet member who has no nickname but his steady, easy-going manner has won the friendship of all. To you, Erwin, we say, Good luck and don't forget the Marines . HAZEL PIERCE A cheerful member of our class, Haze keeps the Seniors in a jolly mood. A grand sport and an industrious worker, we wish you happiness in the years to come, Haze. Softball 1, 2, 33 Class president lg Secretary and Treasurer 2, 3, 4g Senior play 4g Hiking club 1, 2, 3, Member of the B club 1, 23 Member of the t'Boreas staff 3, P. T. leader 43 Home nursing 43 Victory corp 3. MARTHA VAN DYK The red-headed typist of the class, Martie has the honor of being the principal's secretary and Boreas copy editor. A grand sport and a swell kid , may success be yours in your chosen field. Home nursing 43 P. T. leader 3, 43 Victory corps 33 Mem- ber of the Boreas staff 4g Senior play 49 Hiking club 3, 43 student librarian 4, Winter carnival 4. GERALDINE McMACKIN A grand piano player and an all round musician, Gerry leads the school in the parade against boys. Make those negroes learn their music, Gerry, and lots of luck to you in the future. Senior play 43 Music festival lg Glee club 1.

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BOREAS 13 . A 32iO35!3iQZ83 A 'IECl3C828Z82l l,llT'lERARY THE VETERAN ANGLER The day had come at last! He had dreamed of it ever since he was old enough to understand what goin' fishin' meant. His Dad was always going fishing up on the East Branch. He had often heard the other fisher- men tell about the one that got away right there below the Hulling Ma- chine . And every time in answer to his questions his Dad had said, Tell you what, I'll take you up there some day, when you can handle a rod. Well, he certainly was no expert at handling a rod . Six-year olds sel- dom are. In fact, he had made a mess of trying to cast out on the lawn but Dad had chuckled and said, Guess you can go with me tomorrow. Just like that-as though it were nothing! He was up before anyone else was awake. He waited impatiently and wondered why his father took so long in getting ready. He managed to get in his mother's way while she packed their lunch, until finally she sent him out of the kitchen. He sat in the back steps and whis- tled. Whistling bothered him a little, because one tooth was missing in front. The other front tooth was loose, too. He hoped it would come out to- day. Pug -he was leader of the neighborhood gang-had lost both his front ones, and he had said it sure was a sign of being old and tough. So he wiggled it back and forth and watch- a robin on the lawn digging for a worm. He sort of wished he was going to fish with worms because it was fun to dig them, but he was a fly fisher- man like his Dad. The screen door slammed shut. Dad appeared with his pack and rod. He raced out to the garage ahead of his father. When he got to the car, Lad was behind him, barking and dancing up and down. So he had to haul him back to the house and convince him he couldn't go. Dad had the car backed out in front of the house. He rushed back and got in, slamming the door. Where's your rod? On the porch, he remembered. He ran faster this time for fear his father would get impatient and leave with out him. Back in the car he had everything, and Mom had Lad in the house. The ride to the Forks in the glorious sum- mer morning was just a necessary waste of time to him. At The Forks they turned onto the dirt road. He sat up, more excited now. They reached Moxie Lake, beautiful in the morning sun. Now, his father told him as he swung the car onto a very narrow road, we're on the old railroad track. He thought this over a while, puz- zled. There was no track or sign of a train, only a narrow straight road.