Phillips High School - Phillipian Yearbook (Phillips, ME)

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14 THE PHILLIPIAN SOPHOMORE CLASS SOPHOMORE DEPARTMENT Dear friends and readers of this paper Before going to War Each Sophomore boy is a woman hater. Pray once The Sophomore girls as well you know Before going to sea In making love are very slow. ' Pray twice H Before getting married CLLASS OFFICERS Pray three times. President Glenice Worcester -Hams Leavitt' Sccvfetary-T1'0asm'er Vivian Hunter H his S0 Soon that I am done for, I wonder what I begun for. Class Colors-Rose and Silver -Philip Smith, Class Flozvcr - Rose A . A, C1 1. . . X X .- Claw M0H0MHR0Wing, Not Dnftmgu ean mess is indeed next to godli ness. - Vivian Hunter. U The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, CLASS ROLL NVith loads of learned lumber in his head. -Roger Welts. 'A Love rules even in French courts. Eliiabeth R'll.S'.S'L'll. Through the dreary midnight Hameg '- A'Flirting, flirting, flirting, Flirting, flirting, Flirting, 'A H ' de d . N ti h , , , . appmess pen S' as anne S OWS 'Til the light of morning came. Less on exterior things than most suppose. -Ernestine Voter. -Montreux Wing' H . . G , Y H mAh! XVhat would the poor world do without Lowlm-ess is young ambitions ladder. me --Dmfttlld B1'!1Ckle'y. If I lived or talked no more? 'A The World, I think would go right on dear ,, , , , l AH closed mouth speaks of an open Just as it has doneabeforej, mind. -Bedella Keef. -Robert Mamrwum.

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THE PHILLIPIAN 13 Some books are to be tastedg others to be siwallowedg and some few to be chewed and digested. -Dorothy Hoyt. 'AA little blufiing now and then Doesn't hurt the best of men. -Ruth Leavitt. Calm and unruflied as the summer sea. - Bernice Stetfeus. 4' Born for success she seemed, with grace to win, with heart to hold, with shin- ing gifts that took all ages. -Faris Dimlzam. 'A The world 's no better if we hurryg Life 's no longer if we worry. -aDelmer Hinkley. 4' For men may come, and men may go, but I go on forever. -Bessie Walker. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep. -Erlaud Fraser. Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit. - Elinor Fairbanks. THE JUNIORS HE virtues of this Junior Class Although 'tis far above my skill I'll tell to you as best I cang I lack the power but not the will. Wendell Whitney id have you know That he 's a self-made mang That in ev'rything he does excel That that is fate's chief plan. Faris D. we must admit Profitably spends her hours For through the woods and fields she strolls Gathering Herbs and i-lowers. At Rena we 'll but shake our head, And give for admonition That night 's the time to be in bed And not for wild ilirtation. Ruth's condition we deplore, She 's getting weak and thin, Thinking of a southern shore Till she's just bone and skin. An aviator's life for Floyd With all the thrills it brings For it 's the only way he knows Of riding with the Wings. Madelyn keeps Cupid busy Shooting forth his darts. For this fair lass we must admit Is a breaker of men's hearts. About Leola we hear things shocking Although we know they can 't be true For who would think of her as walking Or riding 'til clock Struck two? Delmer we 'd know as Rena's brother Meet him where'er we might For he just like his sister Takes pleasure in the CKjnight. Phebe seems demure and sober, Yet we're told her pleasures run, Not alone to solving problems, But to breaking hearts for fun. Henry thinks that all the girls Are just a nuisance here, That earth would be a better place If they were off this sphere. For Elinor we 'd only say That she is very Fine But when the sun brings forth a Ray She says, f'Don't touch! 'tis mine! Norman Field's great specialties Are athletes and the girls, And his heart is all a-flutter When hewspies their fetching curls. Mildred is a most fine girl With dimples very fetching, With hair so dark all done in curls And a smile so very catching. Christine.plays the piano And Bessie's' a Girl Scout true, We wish we had more like them For there are very few. A bright lad's Erland Fraser And quite distinguished toog He takes the greatest pleasure In robbing Grammar School. To Marshall's fate we are resigned Since he seems past all aidg For he will end a bachellor As I will die old maid. D. M. H.

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THE PHI Error is ever talkative. -Glcfnice Worcester. The skies they were ashen and sober, The leaves they were crisped and sere, 'Twas a night in lonesome October Of my dear old Sophomore year. -Stanton White. 'fEarth's noblest thing-a woman per- fected. - Elisabeth Beal. If I shoot at the sun, I might hit a star. - Gerald M001'es. The world is a wheel and it will come around all right. -Ilda Cushman. Youtlh no longer responds to the Emer- son idea. VVhen duty fondly says you must, the youth replies, Oh, yea-h?,'- Russell Stinchfleld. T does not seem so very long ago that we entered Phillips High as Fresh- men, but in reality it has been almost two years. During that .time our class has lost four members, but although we have de- creased in numbers probably most of us have increased in knowledge. There are fifteen in the class now, and we hope there will be fifteen in two years. Thereiare some very line athletes in the class of '33. Probably Red White is the best. He has .won the pole vault in the track meet for two years, and he also has a basketball medal. Bus Stinch- field is a very good forward in basketball and is also good in baseball. Hollis Leavitt is a star third baseman, and Ger- LLIPIAN 15 ald Moores is one of the best out-fielders we have on our baseball team. There are two especially good speakers in our class. They are Montress Wing and Elizabeth Russell. Last year Mon- tress got into the preliminary speaking, and this year they both did. Our class is wide-awake. We like hikes and other outdoor activities, and have en- joyed many in the past two years. We only hope our next two years will be as happily spent as the last. P. C. S. A SPEAKING 'TwAs the night before speaking When all thru the room, Not a creature was stirring, Not e'en a book worm. The boys they were sulkyg The girls all looked white, For each one was thinking Of that awful night. They would stand on the platform, Survey that vast crowd, Then do just their best, To speak up good and loud. Their throats would be parched, And their two knees would shake, As they stood right up tall, And advanced to meet fate. I tell you it 's no joke, You may bet that I'm right. If you don't believe me, Take my place Monday night. R. S., T33. my P K jp ..