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

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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

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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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29- vw-u.--.-- - uc- m. . . LL .PLE-c s had a hard fall when the storm broke. The small children in the neighbor- hood praised Phil, and, by the things they said, he began to think that the older people thought him a star also. The whistle blew tor the third quarter of the Orville Oak football game. The crowd was cheering and wild. Orville had just scored another touchdown, making the score 13-7 in its favor. The boys on the field were silent. Something was wrong, but it could be explained. What was the matter with that Oak team? The coach was worried. Phil wasn't doing his best. The whistle blew for the last quar- ter. The boys lined up-the ball was snapped -back-and the teams were in action. -Orville was gaining, Oak couldn't or didn't hold them. The coach sat pondering, then sent a sub to find out how much more time there was. The report was three minutes. The coach called'Morton from the bench. Report for Stone at right half, and put through that new play. With that Morton ran onto the field and reported. 'Phil thou-ght he got the names mixed, but finally he took his seat on the bench, only to watch the team, his team, come through and score a touchdlown in the last minute of play. The coach said nothing to Phil un- til after the rest of the boys had left the locker room. Phil was very slow at getting dressed. He hadn't receiv- ed the usual praise-Morton receiv- ed it. He coul-dn't understand why or how it was. At last the coach came over and sat down opposite 'Phil and began to talk in a very easy tone. Phil, you have been trying to run the team too long, now I am going to. The boys thought enough of you to choose you as their captain, and now UU 'lr .,n.,,n-. nu--. no , .O you have taken away all the confi- dence we had in you. I left you in the giame last week thinking that per- haps you would tumble to your own faults, and see that it was you that lost the game. I am terribly dlisap- pointed. I know it was hard for you to be taken from the field, but, Phil, you have been riding cn a cloud too long to make the storm easy for you. Think it over, and I'll see you Mon- day night for practice. With this and a pat on the back, he left lPhil to think it over. Phil did think it over, and that night at the dinner table he looked straight at his father and said, I know now why you have been telling those stories, but you should have told them more directly so I could have known. I know now and, boy, how we are going to come through! How could we help it with that swell fellow for a coach! Genevieve Hayes '32 1,-...i-1 PUNCTUATION :FUNNY . A N D Q U QE 1E R Listen my children and you shall hear Of Punctuation, so funny and qureerg Hardly a person is now alive Who does not remember that day and year When Miss Lucia Stoddard said with a dash- - You'll have a test tomorrow in class. Then we climbed to a lonely place, To study the rules we had to face, That night we could hear like a sen- tinel's tread Those crazy oldl rules turn over in our head. For a short time only we felt that spell Of the place, the hour, and the rules we must tell.