Phillips High School - Phillipian Yearbook (Phillips, ME)

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THE PHILLIPIAN 27 Grundy's house. Ierry noticed the house was quite near but he under-estimated his ability with the bat. Before he realized it his bat had hit the ball with an astounding crack! and the ball went sailing through the air-crash ll right through Mr. Grundy's front window! The next thing Ierry knew, Mr. Grundy was shouting at the boys and shaking his fist. All in one breath the boys took to their heels and ran for dear life. Ierry ran right past Mr. Carter's store, the baking-soda he was supposed to buy the farthest thing from his mind. As he ran into his own yard his mother met him at the door and asked, Where is the baking-soda, Ierry? Not wanting his mother to know the story of what had happened he did the worst thing he could havewclone-he told a liel They didnlt have any baking-soda! he blurted out. Why didn't you go to another store then?,' Why are you so breathless--have you been running? Yes'm, you see I went to nearly every store in town and nobody had any baking- soda, and- Are you sure, Ierry?,' interrupted his mother, eying him strangely. Oh, yes'm, Ierry answered her, now de- termined to make the most of this lie he had started. You see as I was coming from one of the stores, I happened to look up to Mr. Grundy's house and I saw an old tramp walking right into his house. Pretty soon I heard a noise and the tramp jumped right out of the window, Mr. Grundy hollering, Thief, thief! V' Of course everyone ran right after the thief and so did I, but pretty soon I remem- bered that you told me to come right back so I-Oh Er-good, morning Mr. Grun- dy. Mother may I be excused? lust a moment young man, said Mr. Arnold coming out of the next room where he had heard everything. Let's wait and see what Mr. Grundy has to say. Mr. Grundy told his story and soon went away with money in his pocket to buy a new window. Mr. Arnold now turned to Ierry and asked, 'lDid you do this, jerry? Oh, no, Dadf' Ierry quickly answered, hoping to keep himself from getting a pun- ishment but vaguely realizing he was leading himself to a worse punishment. Ierryl his father sternly said, You have told enough lies for one day. Come with me! All Ierry's protests were in vain, and so now it is plain to see why Ierry was feeling sorry for himself. For that stern, Come with mel' was a trip to the much dreaded woodshed. But Ierry had learned that his fespecially such yarns as Ierry told, do not Pay! Dolena Walker. ALUMNI HALL N the last issue of the PHILLIPIAN we showed the plan for the new building. It was the idea of the committee to continue work as long as funds were available. But there came a time last spring when the funds were exhausted and it was very necessary to complete some of the work. The directors borrowed 151500. From October to December no work was done. It was a question of heating the building. During the Christmas vacation box stoves were put on the stage end and work started again. All of the labor and some of the material was contributed. In two weeks the hall was opened to the public. During the months of Ianuary and Feb- ruary the hall was in almost constant use. It seemed too good to be true that we had such a wonderful place in Phillips. The American Legion Auxiliary has earned a substantial sum to continue the work. The stage has been completed, thd monthly payments on the note have been taken care of each month, and a new heat- ing plant has been purchased and will be installed in a short time. Early this spring the question of wood for another year came up. Truman Masterman offered to give wood if men could be found to cut it. Forty men volunteered--cut, yarded, and trucked twenty-five cords. Later this was sawed and put under cover, all without cost.

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26 T H E P H THE EASTER LILY . U I SN'T it remarkable, the way she cares for her garden-everything grows so nicel ' This is what the neighbors would say when they saw eight-year old Babette Grant working on her precious plot. She was the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Grant who lived on Decatur street. They had a small, modern home. Mr. Grant having worked in a bank for ten years. On one side of the spacious lawn, was Babette's garden, beauti- fully decorated with many flowers. She had a little glass box for a hothouse. Her many species had been given to her by her mother and the neighbors. She tenderly cared for her garden every day. One day Babette came home from school and saw a package for her on the table. It was from the minister. He had sent her an Easter lily bulb! M ot h e r! M ot he r, look! she cried. See what Mr. johnson gave to me. Now I can have a lily all my own.', During the winter, a poor Italian family had moved in, down the street. The father had died, leaving a wife, three small chil- dren and a girl, Betti about Babette's age. The mother had to work very hard so her children would not starve. Babette tried in vain to make friends with Betti, but she paid no attention. Her face was always dirty and she looked to be very cross. By now Babette's lily had grown quite large. It was almost Easter, but would the lily bloom too soon? This question worried Babette. One day Babette had noticed Betti gazing into the window of the Florist Shop. She stood there a long time. When Babette went over, she saw Betti crying. Immedi- ately Betti ran. It must be that Betti liked flowers also and she had been wishing for some. One morning when Babette woke up, the sun was shining brightly. She hurried to look at her lily. Much to her disappoint- ment one bud had already opened and the other was about ready. Oh what shall I ILLIPIAN do? she thought. It's eight days before Easter and my lily will be spoiled. Sud- denly she stopped crying. An idea had come to her. She ran to mother and they whispered for several minutes. She hurried down to Mr. Iohnson's to ask him something. Yes, my dear, he answered, it's all right with me. That afternoon Babette carefully wrapped her lily and went over to Betti's. She was giving it to the poor girl who, she knew, loved flowers down in her heart, instead of putting it on the church altar where every- one would see it and praise her. Mother and the minister both agreed that it was a fine idea. Oh thank you,', she cried, thees is for me? I love-a it. After this the two girls were close friends. Babette gave and taught Betti many things. THE LIE AND HOW IT GREW N this particular morning nine year old jerry Arnold was feeling very sorry for himself-and why shouldn't he? He had just come from a long session in the wood- shed. At least it had seemed long to him. This is how the whole thing happened. Ierry's mother was right in the midst of making a cake when to her dismay she found she had no baking-soda. She hurried to the door and called, jerry, come here a min- ute, please. Will you run down to Mr. Carter's store and get me a box of baking- soda? Wait just a moment and I'll get you some money. Be sure and come right backll' A few minutes later jerry was hurrying down the street, and fearing he would for- get what he was after he kept muttering to himself, Baking-soda, baking-soda. At the same time that jerry was on his way to Mr. Carter's store, a jolly group of young boys was coming down the street, baseball gloves and bats swinging at their sides. Now Ierry's intentions were to do as his mother had told him to, but he soon found himself in a vacant lot, on one side of Mr.

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28 THE PHILLIPIAN Many people from the surrounding towns have inspected our building in the past few months. The citizens of Phillips have been highly commended. They admire the spirit shown. They know the courage it took to start and continue this project in the midst of the depression. The Legion will need the continued in- terest of all during the coming year. Now that we can use the hall, it will be very easy for some to hang back and let a few finish it. But the final success depends upon every citizen. PHILLIPS BOYS IN THE SERVICE N this issue of the PHILLIPIAN we wish to pay tribute to the boys who have at- tended our school and are now in the service. We know how willingly you an- swered the call of your country. Every generation must look to the young men of your age for protection in time of need. We know you will never regret the sacrifices you are making. We are proud of you. We are giving below the names and ad- dresses as given us by Mr. Trecartin, Mr. Kelley and Mr. Noble. If any names have been omitted it was not intentional. We hope that many of the readers of this item will write to some of these boys. PVT. KENNETH R. BUBIER, 14th Infantry, Co. B., Fort William D. Davis, Canal Zone, Panama. P. F. C. LAURENCE SANDERS, 57 Signal Maintenance Co., Mitchell Field, Long Island, N. Y. PAUL KITTREDGE, Aviation Cadet l56c, Room 307- Bld'g. 624, U. S. Naval Air Station, Pensacola, Florida. CORP. JOHN STORER, Fort Manmouth, N. I., 15th Signal Service Bn. STANLEY M. VOTER, 240th Coast Artillery, Battery B, Fort Levett, Maine. FREDERICK C. PLOG, Camp Blanding, Florida. CLAYTON HINKLEY, ' Fort Bragg. N. C. di. A DONALD fAMES, Fort Wil iams, Portland, Maine. PHILIP WING. Fort McKinley, Portland, Maine. CORP. EVERETT HARNDEN, H. Q. Co. 16th Inf., Fort Devens, Mass. HARTLEY FAIRBANKS. C0 C, Sth Training Batt., Camp Wheeler, Macon, Georgia. PVT. HERSHALL HARNDEN, Co. C, Training Inf., Camp Whee er, Macon, Georgia. PVT. ROLLISTON PEASE. Co. B, 11th Training Bn., Camp Wheeler Macon, Georgia. P. F. C. SEWARD G. LEAVITT, 42nd Signal Plantoon, Westover Field, Chicopee Falls, Mass. P. F. C. NORMAN L. RICHARDSON. Hq. 8: Hq. Squadron,- 16th Airbase Gp., France Field, C. Z. THEODORE N. BEAL, Co. C, 8th Training Bn., Camp Wheeler, Macon, Georgia. ROBERT MASTERMAN, Co. C, 8th Training Battalion, Camp VVheeler, Macon, Georgia. CORP. MASON PRESCOTT 20, 145, 620 Co. L, 103rd Infantry, Camp Blanding, Florida. PVT. ERVIN PRESCOTT 20, 145, 656, C. L, I03rd Inf.. A. P. O. No., 43, Camp Blanding, Florida. MELVIN PRESCOTT 20, 145, 663, Co. L, l03rd Inf., Camp Blanding, Florida. CHRISTINE I. REED, A. N. C., Station Hospital, North Carolina. L . SHORT SKIRTS Coming home from school at noon one day Jimmy Jones, a freshie, to his mother did say, Mom, why do the girls wear their skirts so short? You know, I believe they really should not. They wear them way up above their knees, They look something awful and I'd think they'd freeze. I suppose they think it's the proper style, The skirts should be, I guess, pulled down a mile. We boys like girls who look all rightt But they don't that wayg they look a sight! Phyllis Knapp.