Phillips High School - Phillipian Yearbook (Phillips, ME)

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THE PHILLIPIAN 27 rank and insists that my time after supper for four days a week be spent in studying, Friday being exempted because I have the whole week-end to study in. Saturday night goes to the movies and Sunday everyone must be spent doing the studying left over from the week before. That is why Herbert comes to see me every Friday, and also why I disapprove of that day. Now, Herbert is a perfectly normal Amer- ican boy, or at least his eyes test 20-20, his teeth are perfect, he isn't underweight by any means and is about five feet six inches tall. Here the good points stop. For one thing he is practically a child, being only a fresh- man. Another thing is that he spends the only free evening I have talking about him- self in general. The following is a typical evening with Herbert. I-Ie arrives promptly at seven every Fri- day and while I'm finishing the supper dishes he chats with Mother because he knows that she is really his pass into our household and in order to continue his visits he must remain in her good graces. I can usually make the dishes last till 7:30 but then begins my night of torture. Usually we start out by my playing the piano for Herby to sing. Herby puts his whole soul into his singing, and I have found that by playing real fast, I can tire him out completely in thirty minutes so that he is willing to Hop into a chair and remain there gasping, but reasonably silent, for perhaps ten minutes. But you can't keep a good man like Herbert down long. Soon he's up and wants action, which usually takes the form of a card game. Here I have to be careful not to suggest anything that he is, especially good at because if Herby 'l gets to winning he will insist on playing till midnight. With a fair amount of luck I manage to have his spirits rather dampened by 9:30 and promptly begin to hint about his departure. Of course I know he won't go until he gets something to eat so I usually serve sand- wiches and cocoa because that is quick to get, and Herbert doesn't like cocoa very well. Ten-thirty finds me watching the clock and literally counting the minutes pass but always listening politely to some tall story about what he and some other children did at camp last summer, or something similar. At 11:00 I stop hinting and plainly tell him that I'm a very busy woman and must get my sleep, so if he'll please excuse me, I'm going to retire. Thus ends the horrible day of Friday. , M. M. S. '44, HARD LUCK NE Friday afternoon after school as I was going down street I saw Lucy Warren coming. Knowing what kind of girl she was I crossed to the other side of the road. When I crossed, she crossed too. She was tall, and had red hair which was al- ways out of order. When she was within speaking range she shouted, Hello, Ronald. I felt very small. She was chewing gum like a cow chews her cud. She said she was not going very far and told me if I waited she would walk down street with me. After I had waited three-quarters of an hour she came back and we went down street. When we got there she complained of being hungry. I said that we could go in the restaurant and get a couple of ice creams. We went in and sat down. While we were waiting she chewed her cud continu- ally. Finally the waiter came along. I asked Lucy what she wanted. She said steak and potatoes, and a glass of milk, and for dessert a pint of chocolate ice cream. Then the waiter turned to me and asked me what I wanted. A five-cent chocolate, I answered bewildered. After she had finished eating her tenth course she said to me, It's been nice seeing you. I guess I'll run along now. When the waiter came he had a small bill of 32.45. Be- ing kind of short that day I helped them do dishes until about 12 midnight. That was the most unenjoyable date I ever had or ever hope to have. R. H. H. '44.

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26 THE PHILLIPIAN marked that it was more fun to eat those big ones than the little ones. Well, David per- sisted. He accidentally spilled the pepper in it so poor Horace sneezed several times! It was cooked too long but Horace liked roosters' eggs! After David had gone to bed, I began to feel ashamed. I had never treated another boy like this. Why should I, a stranger? Thus, we talked a little more seriously. fHe didn't seem to mind, when I sat in a separate chairlj Mother had come home, chatted a while but then slipped up to bed. I thought Hor- ace would never go. I yawned and did ev- erything but offer him his hat! At twelve o'clock he said, Gee, I just happened to think. I've got to get my nine hours of sleep. It was plain to see that he wasn't used to calling on a girl! However, he seemed to have enjoyed himself, in his way. I wished him good luck and he left. I won- dered if I'd ever see him again. After the door was closed, I sighed. It wasn't the date I wanted. To be sure, parts of the evening had been amusing but you will never realize how bored I was. I picked up the telegram, still where I had left it. It said: April Fool stop Please forgive stop Madge. I. T. CAPTURED BY OUTLAWS NE day as I was walking along in the woods in back of a friend's house, two boys jumped out into the path in front of me. They were masked and held revolvers in their hands. I made a grab for the six shooter holstered by my side but one of them kicked it from my hand. Elevate those mitts, bozo, growled the one who had not moved. Grab a hold on those limbs over your head. VVhat is this anyway? I asked coolly, A holdup? If it is I guess you won't make much profit from it. I'm broke. This isn't any holdup, growled the one who had kicked me. L' This is a kidnap- ping. They then bound my wrists behind me and marched me to a little cave in the side of a hill. They shoved me inside and sat down to discuss what they were going to do with me until the ransom money, they were holding me for, came. One said, Let's take him to our camp. They'll never find him there. YVe can't, replied the other. When we release him he'd lead the sheriff to get us. VVelI, there's no need of releasing him alive, is there? inquired the first, laughing evilly. Well, I guess not, come to think of it, said the second, also laughing. We'll croak him before we take him home. Then he had a sudden idea, Why not kill him now? he asked. That will save us the bother of feeding him. An excellent idea, said the first. Come on! We'll do it now and get it over with. Together they carried me out of the cave. lust as they set me down the four o'clock whistle blew. Oh, oh! I said. Let me go, boys. I've got an appointment at the dentist's in fifteen minutes. Oh, darn! said both boys together. Now we'll have to wait until the next time we can get together before we can finish this thing. Huh! if it's going to end the way it started, I'm not so sure I want to finish this game, I said as I started for the dentist's. Well, see you fellows in school tomorrow. Check? Checkl replied both boys together. E. D. W. '43. THE HORRORS OF FRIDAY F all the days in the week, I find that Friday is the hardest one to bear. Perhaps it seems strange to you that I should dislike this day when there are six other days in the week which have an equal chance of gaining my disapproval. The reason is that my mother is very particular about my

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28 THE PI-IILLIPIAN WHEN THE WAR CAME S we all realize by this time, we are at war with nations which are not peace-loving, but whose chief ambition is to rule the world. I will take my case and show how this crisis has aEected my life. I am a high school girl in a small town in northern Maine. In peace time we went skiing, skat- ing, and to nearby towns to movies and dances. After December 7th, when Pearl Harbor was bombed, we thought a little about it, but never having been terrorized by war, we kept on with our good times. Then the boys we have always known began to disappear. Gasoline rationing came but still we man- aged to Find enough to get to nearby towns. As usual I went to camp to work. Busi- ness was so poor I changed jobs, hoping that the restaurant business would be better, but gradually, as the summer wore away, I would Find more and more faces missing from among the young people who used to come there evenings to dance. In the fall I returned home to find many of my old friends gone. Now they come home once in a while but wearing Uncle Sam's clothes. The other day we had a little stronger and more vivid idea of what war is really like. This came when Prof. read the announce- ment of the death of one of the best kids that ever came to our school. I think I realize better now what war really is. I know that it is not merely fight- ing, but that we at home must do our part to insure a lasting peace, to guarantee that the children now growing up will never have to lay down their lives. G. K. '43. THE IDEAL PLACE The mountains rose lofty and white Gleaming in the noon day light, On the river bright with ice Groups of people skated and thought, How nice. The weather changed and the mountains grew green. The ice thawed and the water flowed by, pure and clean. The tourists Oh-ed and Ah-ed Because such scenery they had never seen, near or afar. Summer came: and swimming aplenty. The mountains loomed high and mighty, We see this scenery every day, We, the people of Phillips, U. S. A. H. L. B. '46.