V’% |[s] 1 ■ ■ " ■ a =e a m sm i=: " I i I '= S i ■ m m I I -■ ■ ■ ■ i i « a r- ■ a ; ■ 1 i ■ s~i i M ! r i £LooJ Q. .AM Principal of Scarborough High School 1918 1948 \ Do w, &eSSeg cjCool backward! 3rom tlig we dd-ecirne d height Surveg op toil\ Ohug gears op peacepud victories wony de read, Oldreams ma oP dargest hopes out-run. oCooh porward! ddrighter than earth S morning rag Streams the pure dight op dove and priendship Past mu j tLe vainer ! SB THE FOUR CORNERS SCARBOROUGH HIGH SCHOOL Number I May. 1948 Volume XXXVI Table of Contents r Dedication .... 3 v Editorials . 5 ) Faculty 9 Senior Periscope 13 School Calendar... 24 *• Activities 25 Alumni 41 Exchanges ... 45 Underclasses ... 47 Jokes 54 Athletics 57 Advertisements ... 67 Mi I I AT WORK ON THE "FOUR CORNERS" Left to right: E. Lilley '48, Editor-in-chief; B. Nielsen '48. Art Editor; M. Dodge '48. Business Manager; J. Bowser ‘48 . Art Editor; P. Storey '49. Assistant Editor. (Editorial d^oard Editor-in-Chief General Manager EDNA LILLEY, '48 MALCOLM DODGE. A 8 Assistant Editor Assistant Manager PRISCILLA STOREY, '49 RICHARD BUCKLEY. 4? Art Editors Exchange Editors JANICE BOWSER, ’48 NATALIE RICHARDSON, '48 BETTY NIELSEN, '48 PEGGY DEERING, '49 Senior Periscope School Activities BARBARA BORNHEIMER, '48 MARILYNN MESERVE. '48 NATALIE RICHARDSON, '48 JEAN DWYER. '48 LORRAINE GELINAS. '48 sylvia McLaughlin, as Joke Editors Alumni MARILYN LITTLEFIELD. '48 JOSEPH NEWCOMB, '48 JOHN MELSEN, '48 LEROY AHLQUIST, '48 SYLVIA SKILLINGS, '48 Senior Page Athletics JOAN DOYLE. '48 ROBERT WARD, '48 JOYCE DOWNING, '48 Underclass Editors EUNICE LILLEY, '49 FRANK HODGDON. ‘50 MARY DAVIS, '49 PEGGY RICE, '51 GRACETTA GORMAN, '50 NEIL BOWSER,'51 THE FOUR CORNERS 1 “Follow, Follow, Follow his creation; the golden thread of Christ­ ianity has made the centuries after Christ The Gleam, Standards unfold across the pages of history in a Unfurled, O’er All the gorgeous tapestry of saints and sages. World!" Out of the searchings of men's souls for the eternal plan of God, grew the yearn­ The editors of the yearbook of the class ings of their minds for knowledge. Men of IV-i8 have chosen as their theme THE constructed systems of numbers, which QUESTING SPIRIT OF MAN. It was even before the birth of Christ had reach­ during the era of King Arthur that this ed a sublime grandeur and simplicity’ in’ rest.ess search of man for something the clear, white perfection of the geom­ vaguely stirring within his soul became etry of Euclid. From his teachings, the imbued with a militant courage and a re- ideals of the beautiful, the true, the good l.gious zeal by the noble King Arthur, began to take line and form and direc­ whose burning spirit became a path of tion; thus the Greek philosophers traqed light gleaming before his knights to keep the pattern which the coming of Christ, them on their course until their dream had enriched with the warm and glowing become a deed. So great has been the colors of Christian theology. inspiration of this age upon the lives of The restless spirits of men were still un­ men for fourteen hundred years that King satisfied. Their earliest quests had been Arthur and his knights have become a upward tpward God and inward toward symbol of all that is finest in this endless the hidden recesses of their souls. Awak­ quest of man to reach perfection. It was ened by the Renaissance, a lusty, primi­ thus that our artists, Betty Nielsen and tive urge began to send men' outward Janice Bowser, have looked to th.s age across and finally around the broad ex­ for their inspiration in planning the de­ panses of the globe. This geographical partmental headings to make a uniform questing did not cease until man had trav­ design of our theme. eled outward through the bigness of his world, ultimately to enclose it in its own Through the ages men have reached littleness. But since it seems ordained that out for something not found in their sur­ no quest of man can find an end, /or each roundings, which each has seen out of his but leads to another, the geographical own needs in the mists beyond the hori- course of man is swinging upward toward zon. They see the distant vision dimly at the stars; and in our present age of scien­ first, then clearly traced across the path tific vision and attainment, who can which they must follow down the years in dream where next? desolate and weary quest; for not always Before us lies the greatest dream of is it given to the same man to have the man. It is, perhaps, the essence of all the dream and reach the goal. dreams of all the ages—the wisdom of The mystery of the universe has chal­ the Greek philosophers; the religious zea* lenged men according to their natures, of the Christian saints; the burning chiv­ but no dream or deed of any man has alry of King Arthur's knights; the restless failed to light with hope the ways of other spirit of exploration and discovery which men. The oldest and most persistent ■ drove the Elizabethans over the seven seas quest of men is their search for their around the world; the dynamic inpulse of Creator. The fabric of men's lives has modern science—converging into one been woven from their visions of God and still; white light, the dream of PEACE. I “O, that my life could flow like thy deep stream is my life’s quest, the vision and the dream! Tho’ deep yet clear, though gentle yet not dull strong without rage, without o’erflowing full.” The first time I saw him I was one of cheerleaders strut their stuff; the coach fifty freshmen, just a bit afraid of high gives a pep talk; we cheer for victory, but school and a brusque principal. Because down deep we don’t believe we can make he looked as if he had so many more im­ it. Then it's Mr. Bessey's turn. There he portant things on his mind, I hesitaied to is before us; we can feel the energy vibrat­ ask him about that bothersome algebra ing to his fingertips: "Scarborough's team problem. Finally I screwed up my cour­ is red hot! We're going to win tonight!" age; my heart pounding hard, I stam­ The rafters echo it. Why, we couldn't mered, "Mr. Bessey. I don’t know how to look the man in the face if we didn't give do the tenth problem. Would you help that game every ounce of strength and me?" To my sudden relief I found there skill we had. Here we find the confidence, was nothing more important than my the inspiration that brings success. Re­ algebra problem. In his direct manner he member that state championship in bas­ cleared up my foggy thinking, and before ketball? State champs in track, too. Of I left the principal's office I not only knew course. What else could we do? Mr. how to do that problem, but I knew why it Bessey was rooting for us. was important to'•know how to do it. Here Now I’m a senior. No longer are my were no unnecessary words clouding the trips to the office for help in algebra or explanation; each was simple, clear, to the for disciplinary reasons. Now they’re for point. Imagine me who had always hated just a few minutes talk with the principal; mathematics actually beginning to see to find out the author of that book he was some sense in it! telling me about the other day, to see who During my sophomore year I was sent he thought would win the baseball game, to the office for discipline, you know, wise- to ask him something about the Germany guy stuff. I might have expected a blis­ he saw, or what he thought of Stassen, or tering tongue lashing or maybe more. I maybe to discuss my chances for success might have gone out hating school, the in college. He would tell me. It might teachers, the principal, and the whole not be very flattering, but I could depend works; but I didn't. When 1 left the office on what he said. That's why I'm anxious I felt that in breaking a school rule I had to do the right thing, to be someone injured a personal friend. All my false worth while. I should hate to feel that I inflation was gone. I was ashamed of my­ had let him down. self! 1 had meant to tell him a thing or Yes, sir, I've found out there’s more to two if necessary; my tongue was cloven. being a principal than being the head of All I wanted was forgiveness! a school, pacing the corridors, pushing the We juniors were crowded into the main bells, keeping attendance records, and room, along with the rest of the school, teaching youngsters how to solve algebra for assembly. The atmosphere was tense, problems. I think Wordsworth knew what a Gorham game tonight and our record I mean when, he wrote: not too good. (You know a Gorham home "By the vision splendid game is something to worry about.) The Is on his way attended." m 4 vr * r tys, Wwm r/ /, m * Mrnm a \ m & a I m I * rA WF/A % //■ ■I '// ■I \N Vj \ W' > // k V// 7 tl *U % 7 ^ I y&.