Presque Isle High School - Ship Yearbook (Presque Isle, ME)

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wi mf WW WWW H P. H. Dow. But fortunately for the convers- ing couple no such drastic action was neces-sary. To go on with my story I'll let you imagine who was the first person whom I examined. Of course you know,-Walter Shaw, the fun of the class. How could he help but be the first when he was posted directly a- cross the hall? According to the X- Ray his mind was very much taken up with English literature, especially that of the Elizabethan Period. This was the most outstanding subject, yet there were other traces of literary knowledge. Back quite deeply in the main part of the brain, I could see very dimly written such literary per- icds as Dorothean, Indaean, etc., but since I did not recognize them and did not like to 'be so aware of my own ignorance I quickly shifted my mach- ine to Harold Glidden. He was at the door of the office talking very politely to the principal, and-land of love !-the entire debate which is to take place next month was carved very artistically upon his brain, If the 'forgets his speech classmates, please: don't look around or look sur- prised! if you hear me prompting him. The debate took up so much of the space in Harold's head that I could not in any way recognize his other thoughts so again I shifted the focus of the camera-like instrument. This victim was Leona -Crandall, what didn't I see?-IPoor Sozia and and Blind Nydia chasing Tim Thomp- and Ace Bishop around Leona's son seat in History Class. Lf. you can draw conclusions from such a picture any as that I would like to survey your mind for it certainly must be super- natural. I concluded that her mind was in a chaos about something or other, and so I focused the little instrument S. SHIP 13 upon Elwood Harmon, who was stand- ing near Iby. At first glance I could not see a thing. After waiting and watching carefully for about 30 seconds I de- tected a little ball shining brightly in the bottom part of his brain. It was not more than 1-16 of an inch in dia- meter but printed very finely upon the top were these words: TI-IE BALL OF KNOWLEDGE - This will grow larger as knowledge increases. Satisfied by this encouragement I trapped Helene. She was laughing and everytime she stopped! her brain went blank. When she began to laugh again her brain would shine like gold, and this is the conclusion I drew, She does well in her studies because she laughs, when she laughs her brain functionsg s-o, classmates, there's the successful prescription for making the 'honor roll. Well, here comes. Claude, so the magical instrument focuses its lens upon his cranium. When the picture was developed I looked in vain for a sign of life. After a long search I dis- covered in one corner a weazoned old idea, which gradually was dying in solitary confinement. This was not so encouraging, so I turned to Helen Boyle. I couldn't skip her, our manhater and joker. No, not one trace of a ro- mance could I find, but of all the pic- tures! Girls, if you only coufsil have seen as I did Helen's high school days outlined! Very distinctly were written all of her funny notes, pictures, and secret plans, which so successfully had been carried -out these four years. Recess is nearly over and th e Sweetser twins are passing. Ralph's brain can hardly be seen due to the fact that a large, solid gold, basket- ball is perched directly on top of it.

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I4 jwfii 'mi WW W P. fl. H. S. And oh! how it glistens! Take care, Ralph, don't let basket-ball be too much of a burden.I .see a silver one on Richard's brain, but, dicnxt be dissap- pointed, for at every game it gradual- ly turns gold and by spring it will likely 'be pure gold as is his brother's. I'd 'tell you more, but I fear that even now I have told too many per- sonal scerets. Taken as a whole, though, our classmates shzwed great genius. There were some 'tdignitiedn seniors but the undignified ones outbalancepd them, and as for brains they were varied. Some heads were thick as frozen glue 3 Some so hollow 1I could see clear through, So-me just glittered with brains of gold, And some, oh !-secrets s h o u l d never be told! . Norma Berrie '32 BE GLAD Be glad that you're living, Some other to help, Life is not worth living, If lived but for self. Live in the sunlight, And to others you'll bring Visions of daylight That will cause them to sing. Keep your heart singing All the day long, Then you'll be bringing To others a song. Phyllis Michaud '34 THE ,MODERN SIR WALTER RALEIGH Oh, dear, muttered Sir Walter Raleigh to himself, here comes that darned stuck-up Queen Elizabeth a- SHIP gain. Now watch he wet her dainty feet! Queen Elizabeth sailed thru the court yard and approached. the Knight who was standing muttering to him- self. She reached the mud-puddle, hes- itated, glanced in Rale1gh's direction but he was busy making a spit-curl on his rlorehead and did not note the fair damsel's distress. What shall I do? muttered the royal lardy. No answer. Raleigh was counting stars about this time. Again she repeated her question. fThis time lcuder.j No response. Finally her wrath got the better of her and she turned to Sir Walter with a look of grim determination written with capital letters all over the'royal countenance. Good heavens, man, a r e 'y o u deaf? Beg pardon P replied the knight without looking up. I said: How am I going to get a- cross this mud-puddle ? Sir Walter bit his thumb-nail, then with a sly wink out of the corner of his eye to a certain party round the corner of the court, he responded., Might swim or might wade. I'd call a taxi-cab, if I were y'ou. However, I gotta a date. Toodle doo! And he 'hurried off drawing the des- ired cloak closer about himselfg leav- ing the sli-ghted lady to glare at him as only a female can. . Hyacinth Mclnnis '34 ' MY DREAM I was the Queen of Sheba and the kinlg came to call. ' To ask my permission to take me to the ball.