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

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SHIP -s D .-e-- D-. .A, fi!-E - din-- - WM,.---..-- Old Scrooge, he said, and Long John Silver are shakingg the cocktails over there, andl refreshments will be served. Everyone who wants any eats had better join the bread line. Waffles and fudge are in the kitchen. We all lined up and received from the varied list refreshments accord- ing to our choice. We found seats and ate with wh-om we pleased. I was eat- ing about my forty-'leventh sandwich when the door opened and a jolly looking young man appeared. He seemeldl to bring new life and 'fresh- ness to us. He stirred up the o-rches- tra to the extent -of plalying once more. Then he whirled me out of the library and on to his horse's back. Instinctively I knew that this was Lockinvar. The horse wheeled and we started away at a gallop. 'We did no more than start, how- ever, for at that moment I sat up with a jerk. I glanced at the clock, and found I had been asleep for nearly an hour and a half. Barfbara E. Hutcheon '33 GARDEN GOSSIP Characters: Mrs. Swinnerton Ruth Swinnerton Richard Swinnerton Time-Tea time. Scene I-Garden at the side of the Swinnerton home. Mrs. Swinnerton-Ken-tering the gar- denj, Come Ruth, bring the cur- rents here in the arbor. And, you, Richand, keep out of the squash vines. Uncle Venner ha s had trouble enough with them, this year. Richard-4Mother, may I run over to Old Maid Pyncheon's cent shop and lget some animals for tea? Mrs. S.+Richard, you must remem- ber to call her, Miss Pyncheon, even if she does run a Cent Shop. One of the statliest of all the lPynch- eon's running a Cent Shop! Dear! Dear! Dear! I wonder what this town's coming to. Richard--May I go, mother? Mrs. S.-Yes, run along. Ruth do hur- ry. Bring your sampler and you may work on it while Richard is at the Cent Shop. Ruth-Qseating herself before the samplerj Is Maule's well really as brackish as two gossips say? Mrs. S.-It is if the legend holds true, my dear. They say, thought, that it is a very pretty spot at the well, but who can tell? Ruth-Have you noticed how the House has changed in appearance since Pheoibe Pyncheon came to visit her aunt. I wish that I knew her well enough to ask her for tea some day. Mrs. S.-The girl has grown oldwer since she first came here. She is taking care of Clifford lPyncheon and the Shop too. She must work from morn till eve. She's a devout person for the Church too. Ruth-Yesterday or sometime before I saw Pheobe and Miss Pyncheon with Clifford at the orchid window. He tried to leap out but they held him back. Mrs. S.-lPerhaps Maule--but no, such things are not thought of nowadays. Here comes Richard. Where are the sweets you promes- ed us, son? Richard-The shop was closed. Ruth and Mrs. S.--closed? Richard-yes. Mrs. S.-Then why have you tarried son long? Richard-The street is filled, with gos- sip. 'Old Judge Pyncheon has been murdered and Miss Hepzibah Pyn- hceon and Clifford have gone! Ruth fmunching on currantsj-And

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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.

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18 P. I. H. S. !Pheobe, where is she? Richard-She went yesterday to her home. Mrs. S.-Are these things true, Rich- ard? Richard-Yes, mother. Mrs. S.-Then I am going over to Higginson's, Ruth, iyou clean u,p the arbor when you are through and the practice on the organ Son, the wood box has been empty since noon. Good-bye, and -dlon't fonget your chores. Scene II-The following morning at the Swinnerton home. Ruth-Did you find out about Jud-ge Pyncheon, mother? Mrs. S.-Yes, certainly I did. Uncle Veneer discovered the mystery. 'Clifford and Hepzibah aren't home! Richard-I bet that the Cent Shop is closed for gcod. Rdth-!Do they place the blame on anyone? Mrs. S.-No, but in my private opin- ion, Clifford-no, we should not think that Ruthie. I believe we shall work some more on that quilt this morning. Ruth-What does Richard have to do? Richard-Oh shush, Ruthie! Mrs. S.-He will tend to the wood. Richard-Here comes Uncle Veneer! Hi there! QRichard rushes out of the roomj. Ruth-I have my lesson pervlect on the organ, mother, when does Mr. Johnson come? ' Mrs. S.-He will be here tomorrow, well son, what's the matter? Richard-Uncle Veneer s a y s that Hep-Miss Pynchecn and her bro- ther have returned, so's lliheobe, and in a few days they're going to go live on the .ludge's estate! Mrs. S.-I'm real glad for Pheobe, poor girl, she deserves happiness. Ruth you run and fix up a nice bas- SHIPWNV Y A ket of preserves and take them over to Pheobeg tell her that she's wel- come over here any time. I Guiou '33 AT THE ,HARPSICHORD Alice swept her hands across the har- psichcrd keys And called! forth music, wild and weird, Just as if witches, mortal feared, Were riding fiercely over land and sea. Again she played a stirring, martial air That filled your soul and make life's aim Seem noble, truer 5 then there came A waltz, light, brilliant, sparking, free from care. And then-a love song, sweet and ten- der-trueg Now soft and low, now loud the strain, As if beneath your magic touch again It told the story, old yet ever new. M. St. Thomas '33 A THUNDER STORM Faintly in the distance is heard the tinkling of cowbells. Not a breath of air stirs in the fast approaching twi- light. From the West ccmes a large black cloud dievouring the beautiful sunset. It is like a huge octapus grasp- ing a small helpless victim. Again the tinkling of cowbells, and the cloud has grown twice its size and tiny flashes of orange play tag on the- edge of the horizon. As the cloud grows bigger so do the orange tongues. The rumbling of thunder is heard in the distance and with each flash it grows louder and louder until it seems to be right over-