York High School - Organug Yearbook (York, ME)

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Ezferar THE ATTACK The bells in the church tower tolled midnight. The trees in the yard be- low made not a move. The whole city was covered with a deep, dark blanket of night. Not a sound could be heard in the winding streets. The lights were outg the people slept. Little did they expect the events of the near future. These peace-loving people were in for a surprise. All of a sudden with a deafening sound, they came. They swarmed the'streetsg they beat at the store windows and at the house doors. They clamored for entrance. They over-ran the roofs and whipped sav- agely and fiercely at the chimneys. By the hundreds and thousands they came, leaving trampled grass and ruined garden flowers. Suddenly their echo grew fainter and quietly died away. As myste- riously as they had come, they van- ished seemingly in mid -air. Again silence reigned. When the citizens threw open their windows the next morning, they found evidence of the attack, the attack of the rain- drops. OUCH! A member of the Clark family was I, and my given name was Tender- mint. Gumbase, sugar, corn syrup, softeners and the finat of pepper- mint flavor were my contents. Clad in yellow and white wrapping paper was how I arrived. One day a girl put me in her pocket- book and started for school. This was to be the first day of examina- tions. I knew if she unwrapped me, I was in for it. After she was seated in her first class, she pulled me out. I was hoping the teacher would hear her lmwrapping me, but no such luck. I felt the pain as she bit into me. This was the moment I had been dreading. Entering English class must have been quite a strain. Each time she came to a sentence she could not analyze, I knew it. Molars were what I dreaded most. She would clap them down, and I would get caught in them. Twisting and turning me with her tongue made me quite dizzy. I knew if she chewed me much longer, I wouldn't last, for she all but mutilated me. Just then 1 felt her taking me out of her mouth. What will happen next to my already mangled body? She'll probably stretch me in her fingers. Then I heard the teacher say, I've wamed you before about chewing gum. Put it into the waste basket at once. What a relief! I'd much rather be stuck in the bottom of a waste basket than be chewed to death. Bonnie Valentine '63 May I have the patience to endure what cannot be changed: to have the courage to change what can be changed, and wisdom to know one from the other. Four things come not back - the spoken word, the sped arrow, the past life and the neglected oppor- tunity.

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SEATED: Miss Bisson, Mrs. Whicher, Mrs. Hale, Mr. Schroeder, Principalg Mrs. Par- sons, Mr. Fisher, Mrs. Helmbreck, Mr. Bames, Mr. Jack. STANDING: Mr. Lapham, Mr. Clark, Mr. Furber, Mr. MacDonald, Mrs. Barr, MI. Butler, Mrs. Sewall, Mr. Dav enport, Mrs. Frost, Mr. Nason, Mr. Blake, Mr. Sweeney. ABSENT: Mrs. Blaisdell. JOHN K. SCHROEDER, Principal - - - -------- Mathematics WILLIAM M. FISHER '- CHARLOTTE BISSON - WILLIAM CLARK '- - '- IRENE BARR -'--- IRVING SWEENEY - - VIRGINIA WHICHER - - JOHN MACDONALD - - ROBERT BUTLER - - '- LAWRENCE LAPHAM '- KENNETH NASON - - - LAVERN DAVENPORT - - ---- - - DOUGLAS BLAKE - - - ELIZABETH BLAISDELL LEONARD BARNES - - RUSSELL JACK - '- - ADA HELMBRECK - - HELEN HALE - - - CORINNE FROST '- - PAULINE BRIDGES - - MARGARET PECK - - CARTER FURBER - - ET!-IEL SEWALL - - - - - - - - - - -Mathematics and History - - - ------ Latin and French ---------English - - Commercial Subjects -------- English - - Home Economics - ------- Social Studies Mathematics and Science - --------- Physical Education - - Industrial Arts and Driver Training - Arithmetic and Science Social Studies - - Social Studies --------- English VIRGINIA PARSONS - - - - - - - Mathematics and Psychology - - - - -' - - Music Supervisor - - - - Social Studies - - Remedial Teacher - - - - - - Arithmetic - Secretary to Principal - - Secretary to Superintendent - - - - - - Mathematics - - Literature and Librarian

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THE ONE AND ONLY I recall his handsome face 'Twas one I'll ne'er forget. It seems like only yesterday Was the moment when we met. I thought this was the real thing, And so the same thought he. I said that never someone else Could mean as much to me. He said he had to travel on For restless he'd become. I told him to retum some day For friends he'd be among. Wherever he has wandered, Whatever he has done, He is and he will always be, My one and only one. By Nancy Kenney THE SEA The mighty ocean roars with gales, And rolls with furrows free. In anger it will pound the shore, The never ending sea. To us it be both friend and foe The love for it is sound Without this strange world at our touch, 1t'd not be so renowned. Its stretch is vast from land to land, But Uavels on obscure Embraced is both the far and near, And kissed is every shore. The restless sea 'tis sometimes called, The beauty to be found. It could be all its wandering ways Or just the endless sound. By Helen Walker HOME You probably don 't think about it much. Your home, Imean. You probably take it for granted. It's ' there - it's comfortable - it's famil- iar. It's just home. But have you ever been away some- where and been stricken with a des- perate attack of homesicknessr Then you know that home is a lot more than a roof over your head. Home is lying on the living room floor and reading the Sunday papers. It's dashing back from school into a warm kitchen and telling Mother you've made the honor roll. It's your girlfriend coming over to spend the night, doing homework, and trying out new hair-do's. Home is the chair Dad sat on too hard three Thanksgivings ago. It's Dad valiantly swallowing down your first fhard -as-a-rocky angel cake and exclairning, It's delicious! Home is the gang dropping in, rolling up rugs and dancing. It's Mother always prodding the family to please put things back where you found them, It's knock-down, drag-out fights with little brother, conciliations, love, tears, and laughter. It's EVERYBODY pitching in to decorate the Christmas tree. Well, when you come to think about it, home is many things, and all quite wonderful at that. By Nancy Kenney