Rockland High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Rockland, ME)

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X936 CBUQWOU I T he A6 ,:2.': 5 .2-,sl-3 Q . .t.g:Z-1.,- As, . .- rf '- !: '9 AMUSING INCIDENTS OF THE WASHINGTON TRIP It would be impossible for anyone to relate all the amusing things that happened while we were on the trip. However, here are a few of the best ones. Charles Merritt was the first one to furnish us with something to laugh at when he discovered, just as the train was about to leave, that he did not have his camera. Wiul a frantic look in his eyes, he dashed madly out of the train and down onto the steps shouting, 'Oh, Mother, quickl' Fortunately Mrs. Merritt realized at once what the trou- ble was and gave him his camera. Charlie grabbed it and climbed back onto the platfonn looking relieved, gust as the train pulled out. I think that r. Blaisdell must have been up late the night before because we hadn't gone far when he was discovered fast asleep in the last seat of the car. Someone sent fa' Charlie and his camera and now we have a very exclusive picture entitled nOus Principal: How He Looks When He's Asleep.' The next amusing thing which happened might serve as a warning to all girls. If you buy a skirt which has snaps on it, be sure that you replace them with hooks and eyes be- cause snaps are no respectors of persons or places and are apt to desert you at any time. If this happens, you will find yourself losing your skirt as Catherine Chisholm did whax she started down the aisle of the train. We met many difficulties at mealtime, both in the hotels and on the boat. Of course none of us were accustomed to the colored waiters who were ever present and who were det- ermined to 'push your chair in for you every time you tried to sit down'.0n the boat we got by with only a few minor difficulties such as two boys eating from one salad dish. At our table one of the girls wanted to get something from the pocket of her coat whidx was hanging over the back of her chair. Every time she reached for her pocket the waits thought she wanted to put her coat on and stepped up to help her. After three times they both gave it up. In Washington, Harvey Crowley, better known as Junior, was told that his consomms was tea and therefore proceeded to drink ith some say, with milk and sugar. Listed under deserts on the menu were assorted piesn. Ruth Harper,try1ng to appear very sophisticated was ordering dinner. She gave her order way through and ended up wida Wand I guess I'1l have some assorted pies.n This brought the house down. Even the waits was unable to keep from laughing. One morning we went to the Zoo in Washington. I think Hr.B1adsdell had more fun Mun anyone else. And he got something extra too. One of the elephants showed his appreciat- ion of the peanuts given him by giving a loud snort and spraying Mr.Bla1sdell from head to foot. In the hotel in New York, the elevator doors were just the same as the doors to the rooms. One morning some of us came around the corner to find Ruth Harper standing before the elevator and knocking on the door. When she saw us she sa1d,'I have beenn trying to get this elevator for five minutes and they don't pay any attent1on.' We suggested that she try ringing the bell instead of knocking which she did and get better results. When we left New York, we had long bus ride around the city. Buddy Jordan created quite a laugh when he rode down Fifth Avenue sound asleep with his mouth open and his head bouncing up and down on the window sill. Why his neck wasn't broken is still a mystery. The last amusing thing which we remember is seeing Mr. Blaisdell playing '65W on the way home on the boat and shouting 'whoopee whoopee' when he got a good hand. R.M. '36 5

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IRSBQI to knock a bit of sawdust off the shoulder of one of his unfortunate co-workers. 2nd. On his project, for after all that is one of the lesser requirements of the course. Srd. 0n his tools, for some audacious rascal is apt to decide that he would like to have the nice sharp chisel that rests on the next bench and quietly exchange it for one that is most exceedingly dull. So we see that Manual Training not only strengthens the body but, it quickens the mind and we are convinced that you will join us in hoping that the course will have long life at R.H.S. C.G. '36 FOR US Four years of high school have taught us students much more than arithmetic and al- gebra, Latin and French, chemistry and ph sics, or whatever our course may have been. These years have built character foundations which never will be undermined. Merry laughs, sparkling personalities, and lively spirits are the outcome of rubbing elbows with one another these four, short years. Here too we have formed the basis of lifelong friendships. But we have learned something more than this, we have established our ideals and am- bitions. Can't you remember the day long ago when you were going to be a fireman when you grew up so that you could have a shiny red truck? Even so in high school, through obser- vations, on our consciousness is mirrored some shiny red truck, some new ambition for our future e That which has taught and enabled us to choose our path in life in the right way is our worth-while classes. In our makeups have been established the spontaneity of Latin classes, the systematicness of science classes,the appreciation of the worthwhile in Eng- lish classes, the dignity of algebra classes, the vocational guidance of manual training and domestic science, and the sense of fair play and honesty on the field of sports. For this we are indebted to earnest and devoted teachers, and now it is for us to make it all worth while. T.R.W. '36 TO MY CLASSMATES Who can know the hardships, The suffering and the strife, That some people must endure Throughout a cheerless life. There are those who never complain No matter how hard the road, While other will always kick Though they carry the lightest load. But those who are brave and never complain Always thinking of kind words or a deed, Are just the kind of people . America will always need. And so, my fellow classmates, Try hard and do your best, And I think that you will succeed For God will do the rest. C.J.M. '56 SENIORS AND THEIR PROBLEMS Studies come foremost in the battle-field of problems for us as seniors. We strug- gled with advance subjects and fought through the mists of overwhelming difficulties. The ever entwining web spun by guidance of the planters of knowledge,enc1rc1ed our being dur- ing trying advancements in the realm of learning. We officially opened war-fare upon ed- ucation when we opened the gates of Senior-Land, Every senior bents his being toward the better and larger environment of studies. Then there arose problems of social activities which everyone was entitled to enjoy. Cooperation was the excelling and all important duty of every senior. Everyone had some part in social functions. Seniors were active in athletic events and if not on the field of action they were behind the contestants and players lending support and cheering on to v c ory. But all things except home-work were laid aside until the plans for graduation and future life were dominant in every thought, word and gesture. Then we struggled on, reaching no definite end upon necessary a reements. Finally the last da came when all agreements had to be settled and plans mass for the final movements which closed our ca- reers. It was thus, with a glance of regret that we left behind the four happy, cgrefrgg years to venture forth upon the long road to face more difficult problems of life. 4- D.T. '36

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iX93bi L-4 TO THE UNDERCLASSMEN To be an underclassman Is hardly any fun, But cheer up! you toddling youngsters, Your troubles have just begun. The road you follow will be hard, And the obstacles are great, But you are amply rewarded When it co es time to graduate. Oh! underclassmen of this school, May we offer consolation, And hope that you will have, some day, A part in graduation. C.J.M. '36 SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT The death house at Sing Sing echoed and re-echoed with the disconsolate clang of steel doors, breaking the shrieking silence of that say tier of cells, cells with their brooding, staring, nervous occupants. Doomed men who were doomed to die as certain as day follows night unless a very uncertain personage called a governor intervened which is nothing to depend upon. The clanging of the doors signalized the end of the evening meal. Joe's door shut on the retreating guard carrying away his dirty dishes. The last dishes he would ever see, the last meal he would even have, his last day on earth. Joe lay back on his bunk. He was full of one of the best meals he had ever had. But somehow it dldn't set sell on his stomach. His thoughts dwelt on the fact that it never would be fully digested. Tonight was his turn ---. He was to start his last mile at ten minutes of twelve. His ebony face glistened in the light from the single glaring bulb above him.Joe was a negro and blessed with one of God's greatest gifts--a physique. He flexed his muscles until it hurt. Then his gaze dropped to his hands. He opened and closed them, admiring them and marvelling in their dexterity and strength and tried to imagine them cold and lifeless.He shook himself but the morbid thoughts persisted and crowded one upon the other. A great lump formed in his throat and a tear gathered in his eye and rolled down his cheek. Then his mind went back to his earlier life,his childhood 'way down in Alabama--those eternal pickaninnies-- his old mammy and the old dilapidated shack that was home. His tears were now flowing freely and he fell forward on his knees. Then, with the rolling peals of a great organ, spiritual peace and comfort descended over him with the memories of a song, a song of his homeland and of his race. The words, those grand old words, rumbled up from his chest and burst forth in the rich sobbing tune that only a darky singing a spiritual can voice: 'Swing low sweet chariot coming for ........... . M.P. 'sv ' 'rms TYRANT IN orm KITCHEN The house-wife, who has mastered a kitchen stove, Lat least oursl has more right to fame than anyone I know. Day after day, week after week, year in and year out, our stove crouches in a corner of the kitchen, like a tyrant on his throne, ready to punish anyone who ignores him or speaks ungraciously of him. Yet coax as long as we will, he will sit there, calm and completely impervious, if anyone attempts to start a fire. He is as contrary a tyrant as I know. He refuses to keep the house warm when we leave him along. Yet he's too delighted to drive us out with the heat when we decide to let the fire go out. Like all tyrants he must have his favorite edible when he wants it. He prefers hard coal, but occasionally, with a little coaxing from his favorite, the Minister of the Coal Bin, he will accept soft coal. He has never been known to assent to wood without makin a lot of trouble. E He has his playful moments. One of his favorite pastimes is an hour's smoke in the norning, a habit pleasing to no one but himself. He also takes great pleasure in going out when the cook would like to make some pies or cakes. Then, again, he is a very sen- sitive despot, becoming so enraged when we merely touch him that he blisters our fingers with a glance. T2 leing exceedingly vain, he will perform his duty pleasantly after his slaves have aolished and scrubbed his hard, black skin. Nothing pleases him more than a good suit of Q, A