Biddeford High School - Olympian Yearbook (Biddeford, ME)

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THE OLYMPIAN THEIHG Personally. il feel there is no reaction comparable to that produced after hav- ing had one's first glance at a pig. His skin reminds one of a slightly bald, old man with a pink scalp and scurvy. His coarse, sparsely sprinkled white bristles come nowhere near covering up his ter- rible complexion. And his eyes! l.ong. sandy colored lashes, shading little squint eyes that seem. as l remember them. to be blue. lmagine a pig having blue eyes! His snout has a wet end and looks like a sawed-oti' elephants trunk that has been doused in water and then rubbed in gar- bage, The only pleasant thing about a pig's appearance is his tail. XVouldn't we women be pleased if our tresses were as permanently curled as the pig's rear appendage! lt gives the general effect of a corkscrew thumb-tacked onto his derriere. The only other thing that meets the eye is the pig's home. Knee deep mud. a messy trough hlled with milady's waste, mixed with some kind of grain and warm water. His home is a low-rooted but with a gloomy interior and old torn potato sacks to stuff the ehinks and soften his nightly repose. However. seeing a pig is nothing com- pared to smelling him! The odor is im- possible to describe. but its eHeets are a sullocating, nauseated 'feeling followed closely by a great desire to go home and have a bath. The table manners ot a pig are deplor- able. VX-'hy even an experienced social reformer like Emily Post would stand no chance with him! 'Whether he has a mouth or draws his delectable meal up through his nasal protrusion. I do not know: but whatever his table technique may be, a11d whether he masticates his food thoroughly or not, he makes a tas- cinating sound. described in animal books as slurp. slurp, slurp, ugh g the ugh denoting deep satisfaction. Think of all the uses he is put to! His dirty white bristles do the most talented things when fashioned into an artist's paint brush. His filthy boots, delicately Havored by years of mud wallowing, are carefully pickled and eaten. His tongue is, according to those who have known its epicurean delight. a real delicacy. He makes roast pork. ham. bacon, Vork- chops, and glue fthe glue coming from his bones, as does a certain something which goes to make gelatin jelll. He also makes tasty sausages. hot dogs. and smoked shoulders. His school girl skin is tanned and fashioned into shoes, bags. jackets. and footballs-no, not tootballs, l stand corrected. His salt pork goes into our Saturday night beans. No doubt there is some use for his tail: it there isn't, some genius will find one. But worst of all, imagine worshipping one! A dirty, smelly creature with an annoying grunt! VVell the Chinese and Hindus do! lX'lARGAR12T BIQECROFT, '40 OCTOBER l like the month of October. The month of falling leaves. The wind howling round the windows, And whistling through the trees. The leaves on the trees turn bright colors, And slowly fall to the groundg And some blow about in the cold w1ndy ai r, Making a rustling sound. Tniziznsa BOURQUE, '42 I4

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THE OLYMPIAN one say, I did not vote in the last elec- tion-I did not have the time. Oh, well -l'm no politician. That is what peo- ple said in Germany, that is, prior to l933. Now they are saying-those who are still alive- Heil, Hitler! The second step deals with living in the American way. If it is a distinct privilege to help make the laws, it is an even greater privilege to help carry them out. The ideals set forth in our Constitu- tion should be before us every moment of our lives. inspiring us to be decent, happy, law-abiding citizens. Living in the American way means more than obey- ing the law, however. It means being tolerant, kind, and charitable. It is tragic, but true, that these three words have rather an old-fashioned ring today. The third step is the most difficult, and therefore the one we are prone to neglect. lf we desire to build a perma- nent structure for democracy. we must exterminate the termites. XV e must wipe out all un-American organizations. True, this is a free country, and everyone is entitled to tree speech. But there is no room for Bunds and Anti-this and Anti- that Leagues. lN'e cannot prevent them from existing, but we can spread a net- work of truth. even as they spread their insidious network of lies, and thus hght tire with fire. VVe want no isms in our land ot liberty. VV e want no menace to our happy lives. This, then, is the challenge: To make our country a shining inspiration to us and to the peoples of the world who turn to us for guidance since they have no other place to turn. Can we do it? It is no longer a question of ability. XVC llltlif do it. if we are to survive after this dark period. VVhen peace comes, as it some day must, and democracy triumphs over dic- tatorship, as with the grace of God it some day will, we will be able to say to tired, war-ridden people. Lay down your guns forever. lN'e will show you the road to 'lit'e, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness'. MORRTLL SHAPIRO, '-ll FORGET NOT YET Forget not yet the work we've done, The battles lost, the battles won By hours of study sadly spent- Forget not yet. Forget not yet Ben Ionson's tale, Nor that by Lovelace when in Jail. O udge not harshly! VVhen thou ,rt able, Please forget. Forget not yet the long essays, The cruel test, the hard earned praise VV e did not get,- Forget not yet. Forget not yet, oh forget not please H ow hard we struggled with all these. Our minds have ever been ElllllSS-- This, please forget l CLARA VVALLACE, '40 l44l

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THE OLYMPIAN NEVER PUT OFF TILL 'li0MORRQXN' . . fl'here. said Elaine Hastings. this Say, Phil. could you sort of help me? time you had better not forget. She I--. well--, that is-. had just tied a string around her hus- band's finger and given him a dozen warnings. l-le left their cheerful subur- ban home with a hrm step and an even 'firmer determination to carry out his wil'e's request. Phil was a modern young man with a good little wife and they were veiy happy. but he had one fault. You see. he was apt to be soft-hearted and some- what unreliable. This bright Monday morning, he had part of last week's pay and a pocketful oi unpaid bills. Time after time in the past. he had set out on just such a Non- day morning. with his pay in his pocket. --and. ot course. the bills. Somehow. he always happened to meet some friend who needed money and, being a friend in need. slipped him the necessary amouni. XVhen he returned home at night. with slow. guilty step and crestfallen look. Elaine always knew she could expect some flowers. candy. or other peace- offering. But this morning. it was dif- ferent. Phil told himself over anfl over again. .Xs he sat in the bus on his way to work, he felt a 'friendly hand on his shoulders. 'Tli there. palfl lt was Sam XVilliams, an old buddy. VVhy, hello. Sam. he answered with a preoccupied look. Phil recognized the old build-up. but this time he wouldn't give in. Now. hadn't he promised the little woman just this morning? Fifteen minutes later, Phil stepped off the bus minus S10 and plus a guilty 'feeling in the pit of his stomach. VVhen you 'Figure out this problem in arithmetic. what's the solution? lYhy. there it was. staring at him from that store window. Elaine had wanted one ot those tor a long time. and when she saw it. she wouldn't be angry any more. That night he walked in with a larsre bundle under his arm. Phil Hastings, l'll never trust you with a penny again. You didn't pax' those bills. did you? Oh. evervthing's all right. l.ook what down-payment on I've got! I made a a new vacuum cleaner. so now vou won't have to work so hard. Gosh. honev. there's another pay-dav coming soon and then we'll take care of the billsf' Oh, Phil. Elaine choked hack a si'-'h and dropped into the nearest chair. it was sweet of you to get that for me. but it won't be of anv use to ns. Vo-1 f1if'--'+ pay that light hill. and now they've shut off the electricity! . MIGNON NE lVlAiccH.Li: MAINE hflainc, the home of the stately pine. VVill always live in tlns heart of mme: Its rivers, mountains. and beaches ot sand Are the symbols of our Vacationland. The waves beat on its long white shores And seem to whisper. Come back once H! l'l'lO1'C. A voice which haunts you o'er again. Hurry back. hurry back, to dear old Maineft IILEANOR ROBINSON. '40 H61