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

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vm 5 nn' if. SHIP 15 I was very haughty and of course I said, Nay, So he asked if he might call some other day. Again I refused him, and proudly stepped to my limousine. The people all paid homage to me their Sheba Queen. I lost a thousand dollars and thought it was a joke. My sister kicked me out of bed, 'twas time that I awoke. Doroithy 'DeLong '34 A DREAM IN THE PUBLIC LIBRARY Mid-year examinations impending, I betook myself one afternoon to the public library. I settled myself in front of the open fire and prepared for a long drawn out period off study. I was delightfully comfortable there in the warmth of the bright fire and I became drowsy. I must have fallen asleep for a moment for I seemed to be just cominig into the library. It was night and a clock somewhere was striking. I counted twelve long strokes, as I came up the steps. V It seems odd, now that I look back upon it, that I was not in the least surprised at going into the livbrary at that time of night. I pushed open the door and stepped into the vestibule. Behind the next door I heard. a slight rustling but not even that seemed strange to me. But, I did get a surprise when I went into the large reading room. The moment I stepped inside the door a skinny hand caught my arm. There was a Ship, quoth he, pub- lished by the 'Presque Isle High School. I prithee list to me. I looked-t in astonishment at the long-bearded old man, and without quite realizinig what I said, answered him. But I am a member of the P. I. H. S. student body. I know all about the Ship-and who doesn't? Let go my wrist. But he still held me in a vise-like grip, and I became slightly frightened. I-Ielpl Help! I called, rather hopelessly, fc-r I hardly expect- ed anyone to be there to come to my aid. 'I'-o my surprise, however, I heard the clank! clank! of steel and what seemed at first a walking giant ap- proached me. At the sight or him the old man let me go, and slunk away. The new-comer watched. him dis- appear, then he turned back to me. We have been waiting for you, stud-ent of Presque Isle High School. You are the honor guest of the lib- rary's Leap Year Ball. The inhabi- tants of the library come out of their time-worn covers on every twenty- ninth of February and hold a grand ball. Each year we choose one person to be honorary guest and this year you are that guest. The old man whom you just now met is the Ancient Mar- iner, and I am Sir Lancelot. We are nearly ready to begin proceedings. Just look around for yourself until we start. Off he went and left me standing in the middle of the busy room. There were half-strange, half- familiar faces all about me. Everyone seemed to be doing something, so I decidled that I, too, must at least move. I wandered out to the little kitchen where various clubs who met in the library prepared lunches. There I came upon a strange scene. ,A man in rough skins was mixing some kind: of batter, and a black man was help- ing him. I had to think a few mom- ents before I recognized Robinson 'Crusoe and his' man, Friday. I was beginning to get the idea by that time and I soon knew that it was Tiny Tim helping Merlin make fudge. The small boy was hopping around with his crutch and Merlin was murmuring

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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.

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Wi if W P. I.H. certain magic words over the boiling pot of candy. Apparently he had not yet become any too-well acquainted with the secrets of modern cookery. After talking with the'e old friends a short time, I went out into the lar- ger room. The reading tables had been pushed together to form a sort of platform in the middle of the room. In one corner behind a screen of im- itation palms an orchestra was tuning up. After sometime, I discovered that the members of the orchestra were: lPan, who played the Scotch bag- pipesg Napoleon Bonaparte, puffing over a slide-trombonep Uncle Tam from Uncle Tom's Cabin, on the 'ban- jog and the Pied Piper of Hamlin, cor- vio- was was the in his yellow and red, played a net. Later Nero came in with a lin case unider his arm. Shylock directing the little orchestra, and carry.ng on an argument with members. He seemed to think that he should have more ducats than he was getting. I didn't wait to hear the last of it, but went into the alcove that was the childrens' reading room. There I found Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer fraternizing with-'Penrod and Sam. Alice back from Wonderland sat flirting with the little Lord Fauntel- roy. David Copperfield was exchang- ing confidlences with Tom Swift and they seemed to be succeeding in build- ing up a friendship. At the blare of trumpets and a Make way! Make way! Make way! I hastened into the main room. The -door swung open and a beautiful lady stood framed against the back ground off night. A handsome man of about middle age stepped forward and threw drown his cloak. Heigh ho! he said, as the ladv stepped on it. Welcome, Lady Row- ena. We are about ready for the pro- gram. As soon as George Washing- ton arranges the microphone and Cic- S .W SHIfiWW in ero gets here to announce, we'll start. Oh, here he is, and Sir Walter Raleigh went forward to speak to the toga-c-a:l. Cicero. We strolled over and to-ok our places cn the chairs around the room. 1-lamlet ,seemed to think we needed more fire so he proceeded to stir it up. He muttered all the while to him- self, To be, or not to be, that is the question? Wonldier if I'll ever get that learned. The orchestra played a short pre- luda before swining into the fancifiil strains of Blue Again, which Mac- beth's three witches sang with great feeling. The orchestra then struck up the Stein Song and Dickens' Mr. Pick- wick led out Marie Antoinette in a stately minuet. At that moment a small uproar began in one corner. Henry VIII'S wives were disputing over who should dance with him. All six of them were talking at once. Catherine was just beginning to gain a little ground, so to speak, when Lady .lane Seymour fainted. A cry of Water! Water! was heard and Geonge Din brought in a whole jug- full. When Lady Jane regained con- sciousness, Henry had gone off to dance with Priscilla, while Miles Standish stoodl scowling in the stag line. The dancing went on and fun waxed lfast and furiously. For the more conservative a couple of tables were set up for cards. Cae- sar, Catherine, from Shakespere's Taming of the Shrew, Ivanhoe, and 'Portia were playing contract lbridge. Except that Portia and Catherine got into a hair tangle when Portia trump- ed the Shrew's ace, the evening was very pleasant. It seemed that I had been there only a short time when Lancelot, who seemed to be master-of-ceremonies, announced that there would be a brief intermission.