Rockland High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Rockland, ME)

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i I Q tterar 23 LADIES IN DISTRESS Oh! Henrietta, what shall we do? cried the quite hysterical pompous old maid. What can that rattling in the attic be? And that pounding on the roof. Oh! My dear, there's somebody up there as sure as we're alive. There now, calm yourself, Constantina, everything will be all right, soothed the other half of the maiden set: but let's do hurry and do some- thing about it. You wait here while I go down the street and find officer Clancy. He'll help us. And leave me here alone? Oh, no! All right then, dear, you go and I'll stay here and wait for you to re- turn. Now hurry! The fearsome old maid waddled hurriedly down the street, her petticoats waving merrily in the breeze as she scurried. Having run what seemed to her miles, but really was only six blocks, she came upon officer Clancy. She explained to him in a very treble voice, the dreadful happenings at their house. As the rule states that an officer must report to headquarters any unorthodox happenings in his section and request help, he did. The maiden lady scurried back with a flounce to protect her sister. Hello, Chief? This is Clancy. Yeah, Clancy, on route 29. Bring up a couple of men. The two old maids report hearing somebody in their attic, probably a man, Chief. Ha, ha, that's a laugh. Clancy returned the receiver to the hook, leaned against the fence and began to roll a cigarette. He finished rolling just in time to be picked up in the patrol car. The car screeched to a stop and Clancy got in and directed them to the ladies in distress. The chief got out first. All right now, Murphy, you stay outside and watch for anything that looks suspicious. O'Reilly, you stay here with him. Clancy and I will go up and see what it's all about. Come on, let's get going. You knock, Clancy. 11 T ,

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51 ,Ogg 01-.zgvy an -xl JL- 011 411 ef gb I: ,011 'Ll ef Ig- 21 Q: ag- 411 an 111 ,Ogg ,011 ,ef ,en gag: :-,n . s IQTQ . QT, . -. . Q. , s :QT-.T5':-':-Tq.T-:Ts :QTQ , QJTQT .T QTQ i-':f..T-. , Q ,-. 1-.T-5 A GOOD SPORT Bzzz ---- . The bell dismissing classes at the Maybelle School for Girls sounded through the spacious halls. Viola Simpkins and Marianna White with books in hand slowly walked out of Room 243. I wish she hadn't come here, muttered Viola, she is a commonerf' Oh, Viola, rebuked Marianna, leave her alone. She has just as much right here as we have and she's a good sport to be willing to work her way through school! A good sport! scoffed Viola, a good sport! She came here to be troublesome. Well, of course we WON'T associate with her! She stomped out of the door and marched saucily toward the dorm. Marianna, withinothing more to say, followed her meekly. The subject of their conversation was sixteen year old Katherine Gray. Kitty, as she was known at home, was a poor farm girl. She had come to Maybelle the week before and, not having much money, she had started to help pay her way through by waiting on tables. Viola, thinking that this was very disgraceful, had vowed that she would not speak to her at any time. On the other hand, however, Marianna felt sorry for Kitty and wanted to be her friend, but did not dare because Viola detested her so. As the girls were going swiftly to their room, they saw Kitty walking toward them. As she approached, Viola, with a toss of her head, stalked haughtily by. Marianna smiled, nodded, and hastily followed. Once in her room, Viola threw herself on the bed and sighed wearily. She had to finish her poster this afternoon and enter it in the contest to be judged at five o'clock. The motto for the contest was, Be a Good Sport, and the posters were to be based on this theme. Viola had used her skill for drawing and was going to handpoint her poster. She hurriedly got out her paints and went to the trunk where she kept her poster. Suddenly she drew back aghast. It was not there! Marianna looked up in astonishment. What is the matter? she asked. My poster! gasped Viola, it--Oh, Marianna, my poster is gone- -dis- appeared--what am I going to do? She sounded so helpless and in such distress that Marianna could not help but feel sorry for her. 13