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

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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

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v g B.I.I:IiS. SHIP 25 nu- 1 r g 1 y ay I S233 GHINDS Arthur Brown Cupon receiving his rank cardb: 'Tm so disappointed! I tried so hard to get all Big D's., and I got one little cl 'Clarence Burnett fgiving a maga- zine report in senior Englishj 1 Then there's the fashion section: this shows coats and dresses and things girls and women ought to wear. Katherine Harris at a basketball game: There's Shirley Nye, the- per- fect horsewoman, and she's even got her harness on! Mr. Chamberlain in biolo-gy class: 'The bee is the fastest insect. Harold Forgie: Can't a horse run faster than a bee ? Pearline Lovering ftelling about a person who was taking a post-gradu- ate coursej: Yes, he-'s taking a B. Oli! Why does Dot Delong prefer Fords to fPackards ? Mr. McGaughyf How do you know you've forgotten what you knew? Latin student: Caesar loved the Irish. Miss Fillmore: Why? Latin student: When he came to the Rhine he proposed to Bridget. Barbara Hutcheon to Catherine Gordon: Oh, you newer like a per- son who has any brains! Irving lDlewitt: That's why she likes me! Mr. Chamberlain in biology class: Why is the head of an insect ion the anterior endl? Ada Crandall: To balance the posteriodf'