Biddeford High School - Olympian Yearbook (Biddeford, ME)

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THE OLYMPIAN fence. The frightened boy' then took out his pocket knife, and prepared to die bravely. During this time the beast was getting nearer and nearer. There about one hun- dred yards ahead of Jim was his house. The boy started to run and as he reached his steps, the meat was grabbed from his hands and the animal trotted behind the barn with the meat. Jim ran into the house and told his father about the lion. jim and his father came running out with their guns and went behind the barn. There. sitting under a tree eating the meat. was -Iim's dog. Shep. ,lim's father looked at him and laughed. mountain lion, I-Impf' R A v Mo ND Kia N NEALLY FM GLAD I'lXfl AN AMERICAN Sometimes I used to envy The people across the sea. VVho lived in that lovely country Oi romance and gaiety. Yes! I'm speaking of great Europe,- The one that used to be,- VVith its rocky and snowy mountains And the grandeur of its sea. Once, I wished I were in Paris, Looking way, across the heme 3 ssl Then I'd dream of foggy London, From pictures I had seen. I'cl wish I were a Spanish girl, Or a gay. young Viennese. Dancing to lilting music That floated through the breeze. But now L know how silly mv wish- Wlhatls Paris, England, or Spain, Compared to the good old U. S. A., They'd only bring me pain. Yes, heartbreak, pain, and cruelty Are raging over there, VVhile over here I'n1 safe and sound, VVithout a thought or a care. Paris and England arenit gay anymore For they know theyire doing wrong, ,fmfl the only music they hear today ls the roar of gun and bomb. I'll keep my dreams and stay content And think how lucky I am, For God knew what he was doing VVhen He made me American. ATARY XV111'rlc, '42

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THE CJLYMPIAN jnxrs GREAT SURPRISE One day in early june, .lim Collins, a boy of about fourteen years of age, was walking along the lonely road to the gen- eral store. The general store was at the junction where the road which led to Sweetwater, j'im's home town, meets the road which leads to Blairtown. As he walked along he heard someone call- ing his name. He looked around and saw his friend, Pat Donavan, running to- ward him. VVhen Pat reached Jim, he waited to catch his breath. Have 'ou heard the news? askcd . , 3 Pat excitedly. VVhat news ? asked Jim loudly. Ku f v X ' ' VK hy I uke Melton saw 1 mountain ' 4 Y C C K. lion out behind his barn, was the answer. A mountain lion? Gosh. what did he do ?', VVell, said Pat, he ran into his house to get his gun, and when he came back the critter was gone. Gone, but where? Lions don't disap- pear in thin airf' remarked Jim. However, Pat insisted that Luke couldn't nnd hide nor hair ot the beast. By this time they had reached the store where many men had gathered to talk about the lion. Jim went into the store and ordered the things he wanted, while 'Pat stayed outside to talk with the gang. VVhen jim came out of the store, the gang had laid plans to go hunting for the lion that afternoon. Jim and 'Pat hur- ried home to dinner, while the rest of thel boys, who lived near the general store, laid more plans for the afternoon. All the boys were to bring some sort of a weapong some had guns, and others had bows and arrows, or clubs. Wfhen Jim reached home, he rushed into the house and shouted, Mom, get my dinner ready. we're going hunting tnis afternoon. b c b Gracious son, what are you going to hunt, asked his mother. Mountain lionsf, said Jim. Where are there any mountain lions around here ? asked his mother sarcastic- allv. Luke Melton saw one out in back of his barn, this morning. XVell, you be careful, and don't get hurt. I've got to visit the Donavansf' said his mother. i O, K. have a Wood time. mother, ' - b 99 said jim. Good-bye. jim finished his dinner, and hurried to the road where Pat was waiting. The two went to the general store where the gang of boys were waiting for them. All set, said jim. You bet, they all shouted at once. Then let's go, cried one of the boys. Off they went to hunt the mountain lion. The boys hunted all afternoon, and though they saw some tracks they couldn't find the animal. lt was late when jim got home and his supper was getting cold. He ate slowly. telling his mother about the fun he had had during the afternoon. Late that night his mother sent jim to the store for some meat. VVhen he left his house Iim's dog, Shep, started to follow him, but Jim sent him back to the house. VVhen jim reached the store he bought the meat, and started home. He left the store at about quarter past nine. As he reached a lonely stretch of road he looked back. There about twenty yards behind him. he saw two shining eyes. and immediately he thought of the mountain lion. He quickened his pace, but didn't run. for he knew that if he ran the lion would be on him within a few bounds. jim then climbed a barbed- wire fence, and started through a Held. just then the moon came up from behind a cloud and jim looked around and saw a large. tawny form crawl under the l57l

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THE OLYMPIAN HSPECIE ,llTTERBUG', A jitterbug is a thing apart, A Twentieth-Century form of art: Product of country and city as well, Merrily jiving his way to Hell. A jitterhug, in a world of his own, Lives on the notes of a saxophone: Varies his diet with hot clarinets, A dash of swing piano and united cornets. A jitterlJug's language is quite a treat, You hear him mutter in time with the heat: 1-lepcat, alligator, send me, Bob! Licorice-stick, doghouse. on the coli! A jitterhug has a lot of lun, Dancing right through from eight to one: VVaving his arms, his legs. and his all, lalhirling around 'till he's ready to fall. VVhen the hand ceases at last to play. jitterhug hurries to hit the hayg Tomorrow's Labor Day, you see. ln olfice or store, as the case may he. jitter-hugs never worry or fret. Music that's swingy makes them forget That this old world is in such a stew:- 1 am a jitterhug-VVl1y aren't you? Moiumgig SHAPIRO, '41 REACHING FUR THE STARS By Nora llfaln The article which Mrs. VVahn wrote in the july. 1939, issue of The Saturday Evening Post entitled, Marching '1'hrough the Mulherriesf' was read to me. Wlhen 1 noticed this hook hy the same author, 1 decided on it immedi- ately as the one for this second hook report due in my class work on this date. This is the story of the author's four years under the Nazi Hag, and tells how she learned to understand and love the German people. and to have pity for them in their present plight. Mrs. Vllahn was born and raised as a Quaker in Pennsylvania. For ,thirteen years she lived with her hushand in China. and in 1934 she went. with him to Germany. She has given a fine tribute to the people in Germany as she found them and also told truly of Hitlerism. She recorded countless numhers of experi- ences in her diary which she carefully kept while there. It is difficult reading for most of us, hut I should most cer- tainly recommend that all read this book for you will End her visits interesting and her description delightful. You will feel that you have personally met many of her friends and you will have seen pictures of Germany that you never get in geography. F1mNCizs lnvmc: 1591