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

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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-

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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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gwrlhg-iii V H AP.I.li1.S.-V head cracking and roaring like a huge bonfire of firs and mighty drums sounded with ivory hammers. By this time it has grown as black as the blackest night, except when the lightning flashes which makes everything as easily visible as a night made luminous by a full moon. Then all of a sudden out of no- where comes a new sound, and with a mighty roar, the wind whips the trees and 'bends the grass and flow- ers close to the ground. Then all is silent, save for the tink- ling cowbells. Again comes the roar and wind, and with it big drops of rain which fall heavily to the ground. The wind retreats, but the rain stays and for the third and' last time the wind breaks loose and the whole scene reminds one of a hungry lion just escaping from a cage, tearing everything before it. Elaine Wray '35 I'm kept in when Fm naughty I'm kept in when I'm late I'm kept in for positions That means not sitting straight Fm kept in for talking and Sometimes for laughing too But the jolliest part about it, is The T-E-A-C-H-E-R-S are kept in too. Katherine Harris '34 RIDING 10N A CLOUD Philip came into the den, threw his books and cap in a chair, and picked up the daily paper that lay on his father's desk. He turned the pages hurriedly to a section headed Spot- lights on Sports. A seventeen year old, tall, athletic-looking boy like Phil, of course, would! be interested in such reading matter. When his father came in ren or fif- teen minutes later, lPhil was still read- ing that same section. 5 Flllmfo ,-,..,f4. Q2 What is so interesting, son? ask- ed the kind-faced gentleman. Aw, nothing, Dad. .lust the sport- ing news, Phil answered, laying down the paper and walking to the window. He gazed out the window a few minutes, then turned abruptly and faced his father. Corning to the game, tomorrow, Dad? That will be the best game of the season. That Orville team sure is husky, but I'll bet we take 'em over. So it's Orville you're playing to- morrow. Guess I can make it. By the way have you had any new plays since the last game. You boys can't win without plays that the whole team knows and work. I know, Dadl, but those plays are all right. All the trouble last Satur- day was that the players wouldn't lis- ten'.' lMr. Stone nodded his head wisely and went about his work. Phil left the room and went out-of-doors. As the door closed Mr. Stone smiled as though he was a little bit wise to his son. lPhil was a Senior in high school, and as a result of his athletic and the fine work he had done his Junior year, he had been chosen Captain of the Oak High School football team. He and another boy were the 'only Sen- iors on the team. Phil had been prais- ed to the limit, and for a long time he payed no attention to it. The last two or three games had been lost through his foolish judgement and advice. He thouight that as long as the coach was on the bench and not on the field, he would run the team. Mr. Stone's office boy was a sub on the squad, and he had given his employer some information concern- ing Phil. Mr. Stone had not mention- ed anything to 'Phil personally, but at different times told stories of peo- ple who had ridden on a cloud and