Phillips High School - Phillipian Yearbook (Phillips, ME)

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A' Men's eyes were made to look and let them gaze. - Sanders. I woke one morning and found myself famous. - Prescott. I never knew the kiss of love, Nor maiderfs hand in mine. -Pinkham. Too much work becomes Freslzlnen. Miss Cousins: What kind of people live on the island of Cyprus? Fraser: Four-fifths of the people are Greeks and one-fifth are Turkeys. Miss Cousins: H Did the freeze over? THE PHILLIPIAN 15 Mitchell: It must have, because when Columbus went back to Spain he had Chains on. Ruth McL: 'WColby's mustache makes me laugh. Adams: Yes it tickled me too. 7 7 Isn't Winnifred lucky? How 's that? She went to a party last night boy had to kiss a girl or give of chocolates? a pain. - where her a the box Why was she lucky? She got fifteen boxes of chocolates. 4. I think Rachel's singing is 'heavenlyf' I think it 's unearthly, too. OCCHYI CVCI' 1 1 X 4 x fi yx.JK'. .Adv-rf cf' if vi 5. 'Y-,fs z ' AWA C ' Y fi-f -.lQ.-

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! 1 4 THE PHILLIPIAN i FRESHMAN CLASS FRESH MAN DEPARTMENT President Holman Grover Unthinking, idle, wild, and young, Secretary and Treasurer' Kathleen VVeed I laughed and danced and talked and sung. - Dunham. Class Colors-Orchid and Green U , . Clam Flower-Lilac She makes up in quality what she lacks Class Motto-Smile at Dihiculties in quantity?-Gfanf. WE FRESHIES THE Freshman class is sure a scream, Our number tallies just eighteen. We can 't tell how it came to pass- The Sophies think we 're green as grass. Some are witty and some are not. Yet we sure are a classy lotg If unusual talent they need seek just to a Freshman they should speak. If anything you wish to know ,lust ask the Freshies if 'tis sog For varied learning we are noted, And thus we're sure to get promoted. 4' It is for want of thought that I am un- done. - G1-owr. K' Oh then, Sir, you are a favorite among the ladies. - Blanchard. A closed mouth catches no flies. - Riclzardsou. The girls had fellows in days of yoreg I have Paul and want no more. ' -Thompson. H She is little, she is wise, None can dodge her I-lirty eyes. -Hardy. Laughing! Laughing! Laughing! Through the dreary midnight flame. Laughing! Laughing! Laughing! Till the light of morning came. - McLaughlin. A maid of wisdom and of fun. -- A dams.

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16 THE PHILLIPIAN LITERARY THE GRIT OF THE CARRINGTONS 1 SlLENCE hung over the library of the Carrington house as the family lawyer, Mr. Trent, read the terms of the will. ' Mr. Carrington, a pompous-looking gen- tleman, was ensconced in an easy chair. He loved the little luxuries of life, indeed, his -desire for them was second only to his love of speech. His children were wont to say that he must spend his spare time in studying the dictionary that he might im- pr-ess people with the long words that rolled so easily off his tongue. just now he was leaning back, pulhng at a cigar, in silence. The will was that of his aunt who had just died, leaving several million dollars. Of course, since the Carringtons were her only living relatives they would be well-situated. His wife, a haughty, aristocratic lady, was seated near the lawyer. Their son, a youth who bore the unmis- takable stamp of college, was swinging his legs carelessly as he balanced on the edge of a chair where his sister, Virginia, was curled up cosily. jerry was listening. Aunt Sara was such a queer old duck, ran his thoughts, that her will was sure to be interesting. Virginia was the least interested of the little group. Her inheritance, since she was only seventeen, would probably be left in the hands of her father, who already gave her a liberal allowance, so why worry? The droning voice of the lawyer went on: K' To my nephew, james A. Carrington, I bequeath five hundred thousand dollars, on the condition that he speak neither to his family nor to any other person or dumb animal, for one week, the week to begin the Sunday after my deceasef' The lawyer's eyes twinkled as he heard the man gasp, but con-tinued: 6' To my niece, Harriet L. Carrington, I bequeath five hundred thousand dollars, on the condition that she live at the gardener's cottage, on my estate, for one week, doing all of the work which may be necessary for her living. The lady lifted her head, but as the rest looked up to see how she was taking it, she said nothing, and he read: To my great-nephew, Iereld Carring- ton, I bequeath live hundred thousand