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

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MESSALONSKEE RIPPLE 11 Q is for Questions As all our voices blend, Daily, weekly, yearly, Seemed they would never end. R is for Richardson At Physics, he's a whiz, But as for an actor, That's what he really is. S is for Severy So lively and so spry, She's very fond of Home Ec We sometimes wonder why. T is for Tests We all tried very hard, And then we were shocked By the ranks on our card. U is for Universe Of which we're all a part, Ne'er will our schoolmates Fade from within our hearts. V is for Vigue Whom God has surely blessed, Of all things she's attempted Typing, she likes best. W is for Watts A basketball player sure, Once he gets on the ball Chalks up the winning score. X is for 'xellence The standard here is high, That's why Williams training Will never, never die. Y is for Yearning That we've all learned to do, 'Till at last school finished Which only means, we're through. Z is for Zeal We've had through all the years, That we've been together Midst hardship and cheers. Our school days now have ended And we must say goodbye, Let us forever cherish Fond memories of Williams High. C. GIFFORD '45 M. VIGUE '45 CLASS BALLOT Most Popular Girl ............ Lois Mosher Most Popular Boy .......... Gordon Watts Quietest ................ Alice Wentworth Shyest .................. Margaret Vigue Most Likely to Succeed .... Margaret Hurn Cutest .................... Lottie Hersom Smartest ....... .... E laine Lacroix Best Student ..... .... E arle Hutchinson Prettiest ...... .... E lvena Dudley Class Romeo ..... .... D onald Blake Class Juliet ....... .... R uth Davis Best Girl Athlete .... .... R uth Davis Best Boy Athlete .......... Gordon Watts Most Mischievous Boy. .... Donald Wrigley Mischievous Girl ...... Helen Hawes Arguer ............. Margaret Hurd Most Best Most Masculine ............ Alton Mosher Most Babyish ........ Maitland Richardson Most Flirtatious ........... Bernley Fitch Class Poet ...... .... E arle Hutchinson Most Studious .. .... Corinne Gifford Most Talkative .... ....... C heerleaders Most Dignified .......... Kathlene Severy Class Angel .............. Joyce Southard TODAY'S SENIORS TOMORROW Donald Blake ..... President of the United States . . Ruth Davis ...... ........ J ournalist Elvena Dudley .... ......... H ousewife Bernley Fitch .... .... F amous Violinist Corinne Gifford ................... Nurse Helen Hawes ........ Test Pilot in a Gum Factory Lottie Hersom ............... Hairdresser Margaret Hurd ..... Laboratory Technician Earle Hutchinson ............... Lineman Elaine Lacroix ................... Orator Alton Mosher ....... Future Charles Atlas Lois Mosher ........ ,..Lumberman's Cook Maitland Richardson ......... Errand Boy Kathlene Severy .......... Dress Designer Joyce Southard ............... Taxi Driver Margaret Vigue .... Proprietor of Martin's Store Gordon Watts ..... Professional Basketball Player Alice Wentworth. . .Sec. to Nelson Rocker- fellow III Donald Wrigley .,.............. Fire Chief

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MEssALoNsKI-:E RIPPLE 13 SWEET SALLY She wasn't at all like the others and she did love music. I played the cornet for her many an evening. Once in awhile she'd sing to me, although it wasn't a very ro- mantic song, but that did'nt matter to either of us. Sometimes she was very sentimental and when I'd play a new, popular song she'd set up a howl until I played I Love You Truly. She'd sit down at my feet and listen with adoration in her eyes. Most of the fellows said it was silly for me to spend so much time with her, but we grew up together, under the same roof, she and I. Ever since I can remember, she had always been there when I needed her com- fort and companionship. She even used to tag me fishing when I told her to stay home - - - not that I really minded or didn't want her, but she was such a little thing and I was afraid she might get hurt on the barb- ed wire fences or scratched by the black-- berry bushes. Every night I used to take her for a walk. She was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. She had curly hair, big brown eyes, and a firm chin. She was so gentle and kind that I couldn't resist her charms, and I loved her from the first moment that I saw her. I was only eight when Daddy told me that she was coming over to live with us because her parents had died. Mama was excited over her, for now while I was at school, she would have company. The spring that all the girls were wear- ing those dog collars I bought her one. She looked so much better in it than anyone else did, and I could tell she was pleased with it by the way she looked at me. The time she got hit by a car nearly broke my heart. When the doctor said it was doubtful if she'd ever recover, our house was like a big box with a dark cloud hanging over it. Mama and Daddy worried, and I did too. What if they had sort oi adopted her, hadn't I helped take care of her? She meant more to me than life it- self, but then parents do have feelings about things,I suppose. While she was recovering from the accident, I used to wheel her in a cart around the yard, and it gave me great satisfaction to know that I was looking after her. Yesterday, when I went home, there was a big black car in front of the house. 1 rushed up the steps and into the living room. Mother was crying and Daddy was there from the oflice. I knew what had happened. Our little Sally had caught a bad cold, and the doctor said it had de- veloped into pneumonia. As I stroked her head, the tears streamed down my face. During the night she died and things just haven't been the same since. There is more truth than poetry in the saying, A man's best friend is his dog. GORDON WATTS '45 PIG TAILS TO G. l.. CUT Depressing, at times, isn't it, this thing called growing up ? Is it really worth all the time and effort we put into it to sort of speed it along? Sometimes I wonder! It all commences when you realize that all-day suckers no longer hold any great treat in store for you. The sticky mess that follows the sweet delight given your taste buds, only causes you humiliation as your mother shames you to no end. It isn't fun any more either to win all of Bill's marbles, no reason in particular, ex- cept you'd rather help Dad polish the car and hear him promise to teach you to drive, in just a few years, son . Mary, the kid next door, suddenly seems