Kennebunk High School - Rambler Yearbook (Kennebunk, ME)

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where they were :being consumed by the flames! All this time the fiend was so engrossed in hi-s devilish work that he didn't notice us. Suddenly Iiayndropped his pipe: and the fiend spun around wi-th murder gleaming in his one eye like a beacon. Dave turned to me and whispe1'ed, I think he intends to do us harm! I agreed with him. As the fiend advanced towards us, intending, no doubt, to fling us into the open furnace door, we sat down and held a short conference. None of us could rightly say that we 'had had dealings with a real live fiend before, and we didn't know how to dispose of him. George reached into his pocket and produced iust whrat we needed! It was an'old and battered copy of HOW TO PERFORM BLACK MAGIC . We im-mediately found that to disperse evil spirits it is necessary to place five crystals of iodized salt on their tails and one half a pound of pepper down their mouths. Fortunately, we had the necessary materials with us. The fiend was almost up to us now, all the while turning from one color to another, like an oil spot in the sunlight. Although he was a- rather shapeless mass, Jake grabbed what appeared to be his feet and applied quite a bit of bending stress: at the same time Russ depressed his stomach considerably with his foot: and the rest went to work antagonizing him in various ways. I grabbed my half pound sack of pepper which I alwavs carry for iust such emergencies: and I stuffed it, bag and all. down the foul. foul. fiend's facsimile of a throat. He didn't seem to like it. In fact, he was downright ungentlemanly about it! If it hadn't been for George and his salt, I probably wouldn't be here now. The minute that salt struck the fiend's tail, he j-ust groaned and vanished! This document has been composed for the enlightenment of various teachers. for we should all realize that high school students are basically good. When you see a paper airplane floating through the air. a spitball curving down the aisle, or an eraser jumping from the hands of an innocent soul. you'll know who is really to blame. That's right. None other than thf- foul. foul. fiend! Though his bodv KI use the term looselvi has departed. his spirit will probably be with us for as long as we have schools. KAYE MOODY, '50. EXPERIENCES AT SUMMER MUSIC SCHOOL i For two weeks last August two hundred and fifty high school stu- dents, representing twelve different states, attended the music school on the campus of the University of New Hampshire. This was a rich experience both musically and socially. It is difficult to keep to oneself and yet difiicult to share the enjoyment and inner satisfaction gained from these two weeks. However, I should like to relate, for those who are interested, something of a typical day at the Summer Youth Music School. Our daily schedule was as full and varied as it was possible to be. It began when the clock on Thompson Hall-or T Hall, as it is always referred to-struck seven o'clock. Everyone hurried eagerly down to the breakfast line. which extended outside the cafeteria door and was as lone' as the large brick building itself. At half past eight a general assemblv was held, at which Mr. Bratton, our head director, made any snecial announcements of the day. At nine o'clock classes began. For orchestra members that meant finding a chair, tuning up, and then wait- ing for the arrival of the director, Mr. Kushious of Portsmouth, N. H.

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Stone's smile faded. This man was a fool, truly. He considered his extra five 'hundred dollars all important to the racer. The buyer was a fool, for he fancied the gold the colt would bring to him. He was an empire lover, a capital lover. Stone took the check silently. He himself was a fool too. He was a fool for the love of glory when you tear up the turf of a raceway, when you shake hands wit-h the horny palmed men who beat you-or lose to you. He was a fool first and always, though, for the gold that scattered his spacious pastures . JANICE CHAMBERLIN, '5fl. ...li 1 .i0,.iii.. W A TALE OF WOE Once there was a foul, foul fiend. Now this fiend was no ordinary, run-of-the-mill fiendg it was an almost unimaginable, eerie sort of thing. It had no definite shape or formg and it seemed to be invisibie at times. at other times glowing with a mysterious, irridescent l-ight. This fiend was in the habit of haunting a high school in the Town of Bennebunk. Several of the townspeople -had spoken to the principal of this high school, a Mr. Robin Mayrrardson, concerning the strange colored lights they had observed moving about in various rooms of the school after dark. Many confusing things had occurred since these lights were first noticed. Books were missing, paper was strewn on t'he floor, and a queer smell hung in the air each morning. 'Some of the pu-pils were getting scared, it was evid'ent that if these were not the doings of a supernatural being, it was so close to it that it wasn't funny! Mr. Maynardson was worried. He decided as a last resort to call upon that courageous, noble association of young men, the corridor moni4 tors of Bennekunk High School. These youths -had long been noted for their fearless' courage, 'brute strength, and high character. As I was a member of this great organization, I had an opportunity to get a first' hand account of the horrifying experience of vanqui-Shing this terrible fiend. George LeBarge, Raymond Emmons, Ken Burns, Jake Jackson, Fred S-mith, Dave Snow, Nelson Wentworth, Fish Clark, Russell Clark, and Kaye Moody-all young men in the prime of life-risked their very lives for their school! We met a.t the stroke of twelve at the side entrance to the school. All of us were wearing sneakers so that we could walk quietly: and we all had our Dick Tracy Junior G-Men badges with us, which reassured us no end. All was quiet within. No lights, nothing! Silently, we stalked down the corridor. All of a sudden we noticed a peculiar bluish glow emanating from the laboratory? As soon as we had opened the door, the glowing stopped! Now we heard a low moaning coming from the direction of' the downstairs shop. Our hair was standing on end! We soon no'- ticed this fact, and as Raymond had had the foresight to bring a bottle of' Wildroot Cream Oil, we took out our trusty com-bs and plastered our coiffures down again. Quickly we flung open the shop doorg and care- fully tiptoeing, we fell downstairs together. As though somet'hing had heard us. a horrible moaning began! A terrible shrieking, piercing scream of mortal terror rent the air! We looked in upon the furnace room, and a ghastly sight shocked us to the core? There in all his in- famous glory was the foul, foul, fiend committing one of his most hideous' crimes! There were stacks upon st-ack-s of valuable school books, and this monster was ruthlessly heaving them into the open door of the furnace, 26

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hour isn't much time when there is important work to .be done. Our regular organization directors prepared us for the public concert given at the end of the first week. Their aim and object during the second week was to rehearse us as intensely as possible so that the guest con- ductors wouldn't be too disappointed with what they saw and heard. U After orchestra my schedule called for woodwind clinic, a fascinating hour. ln clinic we traced the history of the clarinet, oboe, and fluteg ex- amined the actual instruments from the first one made, up to the present models-5 and discussed recordings ranging from clarinet concertos to Benny Good-man's jazz. We also had practice in sightreading duets, trios, and quartets on the various instruments. The full band rehearsal of the day came after the woodwind clinic. To me a band rehearsal was the ultimate source of enjoyment of the day. Dr. Frank Simon of the Cincinnati Con- servatory of Music was the guest conductor for our final concert. Playing under the baton of Dr. Simon for five days previous to this concert was no doubt the richest and most inspiring musical experience any student present had ever had. Under this great bandsman, who for many years was solo cornetist in Sousa's band, we surprised ourselves by playing better than we had ever believed was possible. A-fter lunch there were approximately twenty minutes in which to get back to classes. In my case this was band sectional for woodwinds. In this class we practiced the band numbers. Often individuals played phrases alone or in groups of two or four for practice. With a faculty director of woodwinds to correct our errors, sectionals were the next best thing to individual private instruction. From sectional rehearsal we went to Ballard Hall, the college building containing the piano practice rooms, where the class in music appreciation was -held. This course was taught by Professor Manton of the University's Music Department. In this class we learned from recordings, board work, and piano playing what is actually behind such words as fugue, oratorio, mass, and suite. Much musical knowledge was gained in this class that would never be learned by simply playing in a band or an orchestra. The classes of the day ended with orchestra sectional in T Hall. This was conducted in the same manner as band sectional, with even more individual attention if necessary because the class consisted only of clarinets rather than of all the woodwinds. From four o'clock until supper at five thirty everyone was allowed to use the time as he wished. The most popular sports were swimming in the outdoor pool, which has a diving board and a high tower, and play- ing tennis on any of the twenty-five or thirty courts on the college campus. The college shops on Main S-treet were popular, and the television set, that could be wa-tched from the booths in t-he drugstore, was also a big' attraction. During the day everyone was part of a large group united through one common interest, music-the love of it and the desire to make it. But during the evening the atmosphere was different. One by one the fellows came to the girls' dorm and waited respectfully in the lounge for their dates . Eventually everyone appeared at the social event planned for the evening. Often that meant a dance with one of the three student dance bands providing the music. Several evenings were spent square dancing with a pianist and a professional caller from Dover, New Hamp- shire. Movies were also as popular during those two weeks as they are at any other time. Promptly at ten o'clock a whistle blew which meant 28