Rockland High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Rockland, ME)

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THE CAULDRON 9 voice, and, above all, on his style of singing. The abbe, who naturally had taken the affair much to heart, lost no time. VVhile the gentlemen continued their walk, laughing at his expense, he has- tened to the gate of Boulogne, and, by the description he gave of them he learned that the one who had threat- ened to cane him if he did not sing was the Count of-, a Black Musketeer, and he got particular information as to his residence. The next morning, very early, the abbe hastened to his house and, being admitted, told the Count that he had come to demand satisfaction for the af- front given the evtening before. Do you understand the sword? asked the Count. That is no business of yours, an- swered the abbe, you will see that by- and-by. Be it so, said the count. But where shall we fix the field of battle? A'On the very spot where the affront was given, rejoined the abbe. With all my heart, said the Count, and getting ready instantly, he ordered his horses to be put to the carriage. Our two repaired to the scene of the previous evening's proceedings, while the musketeer was taking off his coat, the abbe took a pistol out of his pocket and clapped it to his breast. We have not come here to fight, Sir, said he. You made me sing yes- terday against my will. I take you to be a good dancer, and you shall dance or I will blow out your brains. In vain the soldier, startled at the pistol, would have pleaded the laws of honor. You were a stranger to them yester- day, said the abbe, and deserve no other usage. No more talk or I will avenge myself immediately, let what will come of it. The muskketeer was obliged to com- ply. Accordingly, he asked, submis- sively, what he must dance. Cupri's minuet is what I am going to sing, said the abbe, who thereupon warbled out the tune, directing his pupil all the while by the pistol. When the minuet was over the abbe required a hornpipe, rigadoon, etc, At last, throwing aside his pistol and drawing his sword, he said quietly. We have now nothing to reproach each other with. Let us fight. No, cried the Count, we will not. You are too brave a conqueror. You have corrected my folly. I have to thank you for the lesson. Let us be friends for the future. The two then embraced each otherg and so commenced what proved, let us hope, a lasting friendship. By Robert Harmon -1- o -- THIS ART OF EATING A LOBSTER I have read HA Dissertation Upon Roast Pig and how to cook frog's legs, both gave good advice, so I am going to give you a little advice on the art of eating a lobster.

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8 THECAULDRON A SUDDEN SHOXVER Literally out of a clear sky a few rain- drops sprinkled down on the dirty up- turned hand of the girl beside me. Tihey left their mark in the form of clean little spots. In just a few seconds the full force of that sprinkled system up above was turned on, and we were caught in one of those sudden summer showers. As each of us began to run for shelter the intermittent flashes of lightning and the roar of thunder seemed to speed us on our way. From my place of shelter in a small cavity in the rocks I breath- lessly watched the progress of the shower. lt was really a wonderful, although fearful, spectacle. The dark threatening clouds following each other across the sky, the bright terrifying flashes of lightning on their way earthward, and the rumbling of the thunder together with the pounding of that torrential rain was enough to make anyone's heart beat faster in fear. Little rivers were pouring down from cracks in the rocks. Some of the smaller trees and 'bushes were nearly bent to the ground under the force of the rain. Tiny plants and moss had been uprooted and were floating down the hillside in those little streams of water. Soon, almost as suddenly as it began, it was over. The friendly sun and blue sky were back again. The green trees and grass fairly sparkled in their clean- liness. The forest smelled so fragrant that we just stood there and breathed deep. The rocks and boulders were like mirrors with the thin film of water still on them. The peaceful quiet was broken only by the distant rumble of the thunder from the retreating storm and the occasional chirping of the happy birds. It was indeed a veritable fairy- land. As l stood there I realized what a blessing these showers could be. They wash the earth free of its dry heat and dusty they cool and refresh the air, they give life to the green plants and trees that beautify the landg and everywhere they help to keep the earth neat and clean. Erleen Cates - o --i A STORY Some young persons were walking, some time ago, in the Wood of Boulogne when they saw an abbe singing at the foot of a tree. They drew near and surrounded himg the abbe at once stopped short. The most forward of them spoke. and said that, attracted by the charms of his voice, they had come there to listen. The singer excused himself-they in- sisted. He refused againg the speaker then lifted his cane and threatened to lay it across his shoulders if he required any further entreaty. The poor abbe, seeing there was no reasoning with these gentlemen, set about his part, and sang, as one may imagine very ill. Do it again, Sir, said the s okesman l up of the company. You will sing better the second time. ln short, they made him rehearse half of the songs he knew, after wihich they left him, with many compliments on his

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10 THE CAULDRON In order to eat a lobster, the follow- ing items are required, one fork, one nut cracker, a good set of teeth, the pa- tience of Job, and at least two years of biology. You sit down to the meal with an immense lobster before you. You examine it from every angle and then you commence by grabbing a claw but find that you leave your meal resting You believe you have in your lap. started wrong but try again, and this time have the claw separated from the body. With nut cracker in one hand and claw in the other you attempt to crack the hard shell. After several trials you look around to see if anyone is watch- ing, then give that up as a bad job. You then take your knife and attempt to cut the body. You're not successful at this either, so disregarding all that Emily Post ever taught you in regard to table etiquette, you gnaw, tear, and rip the meat from the shell. The meal you looked forward to is now ended, but somehow you don't relish the idea of eating a lobster again soon. lklildred Ferrin ---- o --if DANTE SOLVES A CASE Mrs Theresa Van Lylnne is com- ing here at nine o'clock, Chief of Po- lice Thomas recited from a memoran- dum propped up before him. jim Dante, the ace sleuth, lifted a bushy eyebrow. Yeah? Yeahl A new case for you, Jim. What's the matter now. Did some- one swipe the Aleon ruby or just nab the Rotterdam pearls ? Don't be funny. This is serious. Her husband's been murdered. Not the Benjamin Van Lylnne? Yes. Himself. Well, what is she kicking about? She has wanted to divorce him for the past three years, only he wouldn't listen. That's not the question, my dear Mr. Dante. Itls who did it? That ought to be a cinch. There's old sourpuss Stevens, who's been trying to run him out of New York since I was a kid. Then there's Brent on Wall Street, and Lewis, and- 1 Will you get serious. Ah, here's Mrs. Van Lylnne now. You know it's strange that a young innocent girl ever could marry that old crab. hloney can do anything, though, I guess. Good morning, Nlrs. Van Lylnne, take a seat right over there, please. Now to get down to business. I have some reports here that my men made. Just surveys of the grounds and other little particu- lars, you know. Will you start at the beginning and tell me evervthing you told me over the telephone. Theresa Van Lylnne breathed deeply and began in a slow melodious tone. Well, you see, Nlr. Thomas, we were walking down the path between our home and the Iatticed summer house. We were talking and I asked him a question. He didn't answer and when I looked at him-well-he wasn't there. I glanced up the path and there he lay. That's all I know. Um, hum. Did you look for any-