Phillips High School - Phillipian Yearbook (Phillips, ME)

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THE PHILLIPIAN 17 This sweet little swan Doth come from Avon. -Ruth Grover. A lady in all her charms. -Ruth Knight. 'K At every word a reputation dies. - Philip Bunnell. A good heart is better than all the heads in the world. --Raymond Rowe. WE FRESHIES BETTER class you 've never seen Than we bold Freshies-just eighteen. We have our lessons every day And never, never stop to play. A few of us are shortg some tall. A few have brainsg some none at all. But are We smart, and are we witty! And those who aren't are very pretty! Of course the Sophs think we are dumb But we can surely make things hum, For we have looks and charming ways, And we'll be Sophies some sweet day. A. M. D. A DARK QKQNIGHT TIME! A night in June. PLACE: A pleasant Grovefrj. SCENE 1 QEnter Bunnellj Bunnell: Freshmen, let 's go down and Rowe a boat on the lake. lst Frosh: I'm not going 'cause I've got Toothachetrj. 2nd Frosh: Neither am I, 'cause it 's beginning to Halefyj. 3rd Frosh: Butflerj there are too many White caps, anyhow. Bunnell: You 'd better go down to the Whorff, at least. CFreshmen take aim, Shute, and try to Phil Bunnell full of leadj Bunnell: Guess l'd ibetter Dodge if I don't Want to Dyetrj. Exeunt G. T.. 134. Q 5? 6 x, f N x M s 1 XJ lxfallfilbf' 15517 'll ??-g 311' 5: Q I NWI 22 -,Q4-' 32.1 I VI4. 5 g I -. ., J, 2-X 'nn 44 lg!

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16 THE PHILLIPIAN FRESHMAN CLASS FRESH MAN DEPARTMENT Aflust because We're Freshmen The upperclassmen fuss But when it comes to deviltry They leave it all to us. CLASS OFFICERS Prcsidvnt june Haggan Class Colors-Old Rose and Gold Class Flower - Forget-me-not Class Motto-Paddle Your Own Canoe - CLASS ROLL I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on. -Glenwood Wltite. 'A Care to your coffin adds a nail no doubt But every grin so merry draws one out. - Dorothy Toothaker. Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long. -Eldon Shute. You can't beat her-she's simply great, And she 's right in her elemeht where there is debate. - Julia Pratt. A rolling stone gathers no moss, but it certainly gets well p0lishecl. -Maurice Frcuclz. Iclleness is sweet and sacred. - A rsmza D yrr. 'Tis well to be merry and wise, 'Tis well to be honest and true, 'Tis well to be off with the old love, Before you are on with the new. -June Haggan. I'm not in the roll of common men. - I'V00dr0ic' Dodgc. Life is a jest and all things show it. I tho't so once and now I know it. - Harflvy Fairbanks. Now you that are wise in love-lore Come teach your arts to me. -Gcorgc Toothaker. 'A But vain were his blows and his blowing He never could budge her a bit. -Betty Butler. HFO1' this is a jolly good World, and I must be jolly too. -Robert Haley.

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18 THE PHILLIPIANI if 5 X' 5' ll . - ,ju L I T E R A R Y A ROMANCE NNE stretched luxuriously in her satin-covered bed as the maid en- tered, bearing a package which she handed to her mistress. Leisurely Anne un- wrapped the package to draw forth from under the layers of bright tissue an ex- pensive looking box bearing the label of one of Fifth Avenue's most exclusive can-dy shops. Nestling under a ribbon bow lay an unsealed envelope, tl1e contents of which she hastily scanned. U The poor fish! she exclaimed. if Does he think that I vwould eat any candy that the sent me? Why, I 'd sooner starve than taste of Theodore Baxter's candy. And if he thinks that I could do anything but despise him he is mightily mistaken. just then the door of her boudoir again openedg this time to admit her mother. Dear, dear! How ever could I have forgotten! Tomorrow is your Aunt Aga- tha's birthday and I completely forgot to get her anything. I cannot possibly find time to go down town after something, and it must go today. Oh, what shall I do? the last an agonized wail. How would these do? asked Anne, holding out contemptuously the box of candy. I ihave absolutely no use for them, and you know Aunt Agatha is quite partial to can-died fruits. H The very thing! exclaimed her mother, Hit you are sure you don't want them. I have no use for them, positively, replied Anne. Then won't you pack them, for I simply must go to a committee meeting. Oh, all right! Presently Anne, having bathed and breakfasted, was signing a birthday card with tihe names of ther mother and herself. As she was putting it into fits envelope her telephone rang. Dropping the card beside the one which sihe had recently removed from the box of candy, she took up the phone. Hello ! , Yes, this is Anne speaking. 'K That 's great! I'll be right over. Wait until I get there, rw'on't you? But I'll be there in just a minute. Iv'e just got to finish doing up a pack- age. K' All right. 'Byef' Whereupon, seizing the card nearest, she tossed it into her package and hastily did it up without second thought. And that vwas how, on the following morning Miss Agatha opened a box of candy and read an enclosed note which caused her sallow cheeks to take on a fiery hue and her hands to tremble. 'K At last! she breathed. Who would believe! And yet-didn't the card say so? Then' all her work had not been in