Williams High School - Messalonskee Ripple Yearbook (Oakland, ME)

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THE MESSALONSKEE RIPPLE 17 Our one N is Newell, Nancy by name. The first of this year To Oakland she came. O is for orders Which our dear teachers give. We all obey them Each day that we live. P is for Plaisted, Tommy to us. He'll do what he can And never fuss. P is also for Potter, A sweet little lass. When it come's to typing, She's at the head of our class. Q is for queen fs! We girls are these. Our boys' motto? - We aim to please. R is for Roy and Rolsignol, Two bright lads are there. They're very good in French class For which they have a iiare. S is for Seniors, A jolly bunch. We're always faithful When it s time for lunch! S is also for Spiller- A Sidney lass- A very good alto Of our Senior class. Next comes Mim Tobin- Our basketball champ- When Paul's not here, Are her pillows damp! U is for united As all seniors are. In our bond of courage We're constant as a star. V is for Verkruysse, We call her Marie. She's a very good dancer- Suits us to a UT. W is for Wallace, A good typist is she. When Robert was in Florida, Alone she had to be! W is for Wentworth, Eleanor by name, An excellent dancer- Who's headed for fame. Our last one is Wheeler, Harv when he's home. We girls aren't his style, So he travels to Rome! X is for Xenophon- A most brilliant man, Why couldn't we Follow him in our plan? Y is for You, Undergraduates, I mean. Take after us, And be as we've been! Z is for zeal, Also for zest, Students who work Will always pass tests. Rlxcuirl. F. I.o'runoi-, 'H .....,0.....i. CLASS ODE CTO the tune of Don't Give Up the Ship J Now we've reached the crossroads, Each to go his way, Striving ever onward, Do your part with all your heart each day. There's no one to help you When the skies are gray. It's up to you lofty seniors Starting out on your lifes' journey This Commencement Day. Life is what you make itg Try hard to succeed. Though your course be stormy, Perseverance is all that you need. To those we leave behind us We bid a fond adieu, Teachers, classmates, undergraduates, You who've made our school days happy, Good-bye and good luck to you. NANCY NEWELL, '4-1

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THE MESSALONSKEE Rll'l'l.E CLASS ALPHABET A is for adieu- This word we are saying Sadly but surely, It's Williams we're bidding. B is for Bailey, Robert by name. When he starts laughing, He's headed for fame. Our next B is Berube- We call her Burpe. When she's with Bill, Just listen to her chirp! Our next one-Miss Bridges- In all will excel. No matter what she does It's worth doing well. B is also for Brooks- In shorthand she's swell. To get one-hundred per minute I think she did well. We've just two more B's For Bulmer and Brown. When they get together, Watch them go to town! C is for Cannon We all think she's swell - But what Oscar thinks No one can tell. D is for Dustin- A great worker we know- Gib will never starve As long as she's on the go! E is for Edgar, A musician is she- As to fame in the future I'm sure it will be. F is for Fuller, Some call him Bump. When it comes to farming, He's right on the jump. G is for gumption - We seniors all have it. And, in all classes, Our expressions do show it. Our first H is Hanscom, We call him Bill. When he plays basketball, He'll always show skill. Our next H is Hardy, Another called Bill. The way that he dresses He looks fit to kill ! Next there's Dot Hawes, And she is a pard. When playing basketball, She is our best guard. I is for ideas- We're full of them. When the girls haven't any Just ask the men. J is for jealous, Which none of us are- Except once in a while When wishing' on stars. K is for King, The King of our class. But look for his Queen In the Junior Class! L is for Ladd- We call him Fred. When Barbara's around, Does his face turn red! L is also for Lothrop, Our read-headed Miss, A new boy in town She never does miss! M is for Manter, From Sidney comes he- He drives a Ford But not Model T. Our next M is McIntyre Who's an awful gyp. Where e'er you see Agnes, You'll alway find Skip, Another M is Mitchell- A studious lad- He's fat and jolly And never seems sad.

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18 THR MESSALONSKTEE RlPI'l.l2 L ll il? E R K VALEDICTORY SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH IN DEMOCRACY During the past four years we have been concerned with intellectual, cultural and personal achievements while looking ahead to graduation from high school. Yet, it is with regret that we now say farewell to you, our schoolmates, parents and friends. Although we have encountered many prob- lems which to us were complex and difficult, we fully realize that henceforth our path- ways may be increasingly difiicult. We know not what the future holds in store for us but we are prepared to meet the challenge. We shall not break faith with you who have spent so much time and effort to train us. We have been taught to believe in demo- cratic ideals and will defend those principles to the best of our ability. Let me remind you however, that armed forces are not the greatest threat to a democracy. One great menace to our form of government is the lack of appreciation, on the part of the great masses of our people, of the wonderful opportunities we have, a lack of appreciation of the great sacrifices and achievements which have been made for them. I should like to have you consider with me the part which science plays in the preservation of a democracy. The spirit of 'scientific research has in- spired the highest ethical thought and action. It has increased the comforts of life, and added greatly to material welfare. The wonderful feats that science has given to humanity is little appreciated. It has developed so gradually that we do not stop to think of its influence on our environment. The great canals, the wonderful bridges and tunnels, the modern transportation and communication facilities, the beautiful cathedrals, the towering buildings, the re- markable strides in chemistry and physics-- all have been the work of science. Scientific research has knit this huge country from ocean to ocean and thousands of farms and factories owe their power to the discoveries of scientists. The story of science is a thrilling account of the efforts of men and women who have studied and labored that all of us might know more about ourselves and the world in which we live. It is the history of un- selfish struggle with intelligence matched against ignorance, a record of unending ex- ploration in the search for truth. Through science man has reached a re- liable knowledge of the properties of the world in which he finds himself, through applied science, or technique, he has suc- ceeded in making himself ever more inde- pendent of his environment.