Biddeford High School - Olympian Yearbook (Biddeford, ME)

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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

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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 OLYMPIAN KELLYSIQ One night as l sat in Kellys. I spied a roughly clad fellow sitting a few seats away from me, apparently trying hard to chew a large helping of roast beef and mashed potatoes. There was nothing especially different about his looks, ex- cept that he seemed to be enjoying his meal a little more than the rest of us. Kellys was not the best place in Fall River to eat, nor was it the worst. Some- times the spinach was a little sandy and the coffee a little muddy but outside of that l could say only good for the place. The last of his roast beef tucked away. the man called for a piece of raisin pie. The waiter went to the cupboard, re- turned with a big piece of pie, and set it on the table. The man lined it up with his fork, whacked off a big chunk, and crammed it into his mouth. I-Innn, mighty good pie you have here. The waiter replied with a broad grin, Thank you, sir. The second and third chunks went down easily, but on the fourth slice arose a turmoil. Something, to be sure, was wrong. But something had to go wrong at Kellys every so often: probably a chipped plate or something even more ridiculous. Nevertheless, Kelly, a good business man as he was, quickly appeared on the scene. Sure enough, there in the middle of the piece of pie, nestled be- tween a couple of big raisins, lay a big, brown, dead cockroach. Kelly began to sputter. as only Kelly can sputter, I'1n. Tm. aw-, awfully sorry, old fellowf' this is the First time anything like this has ever happened in here. Kelly had his tongue in his cheek. The man raved and pounded his list on the table. W'hen I order raisin pie. VW ESTAURANT I don't want pork chops! Kelly was beginning to get excited. Already eus- tomers were leaving their seats Zl.11Cl eas- ing toward the door. In ten minutes the place would be closed for the night if this man couldnit be quieted. But he went right on yelling, And you expect me to pay for this meal? VVhy, I ought to go out and tell them all about this 'feeding cockroaches to people. Those words struck close to Kellyis heart, Man you can forget the check, the meal is yours. Wlell, the fellow was glad that he did not have to pay for his meal, but still muttering he took his hat and disappeared through the door. Kelly breathed a sigh of relief. That, I thought, was the end of the drama, but not for long. Hardly had I Hnished my own piece of raisin pie, keeping careful look- out for strangers, when a policeman burst into the restaurant, dragging our late companion behind him. Hey, Kellyf, said the cop, what's going on in here P Kelly sadly told the story, concluding and so the guy had us coldf' The officer wasn't quite so credulous and with one hand he thrust a match box into Kelly's grasp. Kelly opened the box and looked inside. I-Iis face grew red with increasing Irish rage, but before he could explode the cop came to his rescue. There's yur evidence, Kelly. The department has been look- ing for this fellow for six weeks. I-Ie's been sponging off restaurants for the last two months with that same box of cock- roaches. You press the charge and we will see that he gets his board free for several months to come. LUCILLE BROCH U