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

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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.

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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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L-- ---I ,, .QEH .S. Srl-IIP 23 And still people continue to smile at Grendel. Let us leave New' York for a time and go to that other great city, Chic- ago. Here, driving a car slowly along a beautiful boulevardl, We see a young man perhaps twenty-five years old. He is a tall, well-dressed young man, surely he has a great future before him. Suddenly from an intersection careens a speeding car. Here is a vio- lent collision, the two automobiles are twisted and torn. The young man will never walk again. Now for a time let us go to a sparsely-settled region of the middle- west. It is night, the clouds obscure the stars over head. Now a low, dron- ing sound fills the air, it increases in volume until it seems to be directly above. Here is a change in the sound, and now it has stopped altogether. Is replaced by a new sound, the sound of wind moaning and shrieking thru wires. There is an explosion and a flaming metor strikes the ground with a reverberating crash. The flames leap high for a few minutes then die down. Soon a grim, gray light begins to break over the eastern hills, the shadows disappear. Here before us we see the twisted, charred skeleton of what was once a mighty monarch of the skies. And inside-but we need not look. People may laugh ,but I say that Grendel walks. R. L. Fairweather '33 MARCH March either comes in like a lion and! goes out like a lamb or comes in like a lamb and goes out like a lion. When March first makes his appear- ance, the trees are laden with snow. The snow is soft and white like great pillars of fleecy cotton. Smoke curls out of the chimneys and rises higher and higher. The days are cold and then like the striking of the wand of a cruel fairy upon a gleaming, beautiful world everything is chang- ed. The wind howls around the house. The lion rages while he changes the worid. The snow tumbles and blows. Everything is in a wild tumult. The sky that was once clear is now a mass of crowding, dashing snow flakes. Beware the Lion is Monarch, he seeks revengence, we are his prey. 1 What makes all these changes? It is just because March has come in like a Lion. 1 The Lion's storm rages fbr days and nights, and then another complete change of the world takes place. Like the rainbow at the end -of the storm the month ends. The wind ripples over the ridges to lay bare the start- ing buds which have already been silently forming under their winter covers. Everything everywhere sis changed. 1 Why? Just because March has gone out like a lamb. 5 Mary Hutcheon '35 Z- 1 THE DREAMU 1 What7was it made me Dream last night Mother! Of your dear eyes So soft and bright? What made me dream Of eyes so sweet? Their reflecting kindlness Was a treat. Your deep pure soul Looked into mine I saw in it A love divine. I thought I heard you Fondly call, And hated to Wake up at all. Edward Sherlock '33