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

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P. I. H. 'Twas two by the clock when the first questicn camel Write five comma rules name for name 5 'Twas three when the third. one came A paragraph to punctuate and thus earn fameg four by the clock on the class- room wall When we finished the hardest task 'Twas of all. A voice in the darkness, a knock on the wall, Some words that will echo and never fallg For 'borne on the night winds of the past, Thro' all our history to the last, We people, will Waken and listen to hear The Voice of Punctuation, Funny and Queer. tWith apologies to Longfellow? Helen flireble '34 JUST A SQUIRREL He was just a squirrel. A saucy lit- tle fellow with red fur and a plumy tail curled absurdly cver his tiny back. His sharp 'black eyes looked suspi- ciously at the world in general as he ran scolding and chattering out over the limbs of his favorite tree. At least to him, it was the world although it consisted cf but one sharp ncsed fox, a pair of bluejays hunting for a place to locate their home, a swarm of bees buzzing happily over a rotten stump, and, a doe prcudly and daintily lead- ing a young fawn, buff color splotched with dark brcvtn, through the bush- es. Although it was a peaceful scene. The sun shone brightly through the trees and cast lacy patterns on the ground. The dark velvet green rnoss, gathered on trees and over logs, mad-e S. SHIP 21 seats and resting places as if nature had created here a small amphithea- ter for the benefit of the tiny wood- land folks. 'lhe squirrel, seein-gi that no cue paid the least attention to h-s small red self, and continuous chatter, sud- denly gave it up. A prevailing peace and quietness stole over the scene, and, except for the soft twittering and cheeping of the birds, and the tink.- ing of a small brook in the dtstance the place was-still-. Bessie Wark '35 A BEOWULF DREAM What was school ever made fcrl What did I care about some Captain tthey called him a modern Beowulfl in Florida, ridding the world of a fer- acicus man-eating monster. No mon- ster was gcing to ccme clear up here in Maine to--gee, but I was sleepy The early day was 'blue and silvery one of those colorful mornings pecu- liar to southern Florida. Sandwiched between the earth and the turquoise sky, the Atlantic lay gleaming like a huge silver wafer in the sunlight. Not the faintest suggestion of a ripple rnarred its shining surface. Suddlenly out of the stillness of the silver water a huge black fin was lift- ed, and a little group of us lounging on the deck of our idle fishing craft drew near to the rail and used our glasses. Shark, remarked the captain pleasantly after a moment's scrutiny. Who wants to go out with me for a little fun? They hastily lowered a lifebiat pointed a sli-m nose toward the large 'black shape thrashing about in the shallow water. Three of us were in the boat-Captain Charles H. Thomp- son of the yacht Somoa, one of the

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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.

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22 gp P. 1.31 yacht's crew, and myself, a winter vis- itor to Southern Florida. As we drew near, I took acne look at the gigantic creature and yelled to the captain: For heaven's sake, man ,don't har- poon that thing, we will be crushed like an egg shell! But I was too late. Poised in the bow of the boat, har- poon in hand, stood the captain, and as we drew alongside there was a flash, the steel llittered ror a moment in the sunlight, then sank into the huge black bulk. Simultaneously the the little boat spun arcund and sh:t out toward the Gulf Stream like an agitated and very erratic rocket, fling- ing great sheets of spray high into the air as it sped. Thus began a thirty-nine hours ride filled with wildest thrills, during which time Captain Thompson bat- tled with the fish, the sailor bailed the boat unceasingly, lest we be swamp- ed, and I--I raised an anxious and e-oquent voice to high heaven. We were with-:rut food the entire time, sharing only a small bottle of water among us. The news of the struggle sped rap- idly, and soon hundreds of interested spectators gathered on the trestle cf the East Coast sea-extension railway. Scores of times we escaped death -cn- ly by a miracle, as the wildiiy thrash- ing black tail missed us but by a hair's breadth. Finally, after two days and one night, the monster was worn out, and the triumphant captain managed to fasten it to the trestle work cn Knight's Key, where, after a few hours' rest ,it wigwagged a fes- tive tail, smashing the large pilings as though they were tcothpicks. As scon as they had him tied again, sec- urely, I supposed, I went over to ex- amine him but with one last., desper- ate, effort, he broke the bonds and that immense tail was 'bearing down upon me---- Help---l .S. SHIP Why, Cick, what in heaven's name makes ycu act so strangely! It was my teacher, and there I was, gr.nn- ing sheepishly, with all the pupils staring at me---back in safe old P. I. l-I. S. Arlyn Condon '33 HOPEFULNESS Winter is here, with her frost and snow, But we don't mind if its twenty below. Depression is here, a tough one, 'tis said, But we of Aroostook, have shelter and bread 5 And, with the coming of summer and fall, We've hopes of prosperity and happi- ness for all. Harold Forgie '34 A MODERN GRENDEL People read the story of Grendel and they smile. Yet Grendel walks the streets on every hand. Let us, go for a moment to that great metropolis, the city of New York. We find ourselves in one of the poorer sections. Some children are playing in the street in front of the houses. Here we see a rugged little youngster with red hair. He seems to 'be the happiest one in the group. In a door-way clcse at hand a man is standing. Up the alley a little way a large black car speedls around a cor- ner, rushes down the alley and as it passes the children and the man the brittle clatter of a machine gun is heard, the car rounds another corner and is lost to sight. The man has dis- appeared, unharmed. But there in the street we see the little boy lying, crumpled in the dust which is rapidly becoming as red as his hair.