Rockland High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Rockland, ME)

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THE CAULDRON L- g- 01- gl ag- Q- er gr 11: Q- .en 411,111 Q: -0:35532 aol: 11: 41: ag- .011 .gn 41: Q: ,gl ,ar an en ,O-5 741- . .:Tgv-T.::- . ,':-v.f:..f:..':.':..':.. . , . .. , - r.. f..f:.. q.. q.. r. ,- ,.. ,.. ,- .,f:. It gives me great pleasure, she began, to be here today and to award to the winners of the three best posters 310. 356, and S3 respectively. As you all know, the theme of the contest is, Be a Good Sport, and I'm sure you'll agree with me that these pictures represent this thought very well. After a few more words of praise, Mrs. Moffet continued. The decision of the judges has already been decided upon, and I am very happy to award the first prize of 5510 to Miss Katherine Gray. Viola did not wait to hear anymore. With a sob she pushed through the crowd and rushed to her room pursued by Marianna. When Marianna reached her room, she found Viola in a fit of anger. She did it, Viola cried. Katherine Gray stole it. She wanted first prize and took my poster so I wouldn't win it. She's a dirty, mean cat and I'll get even with her. I'll tell everyone that she stole my poster-- everyone will know it. She won't have any friends ever, Ever, EVER! But you don't know that she stole it, protested Marianna. You haven't any proof. s I have proof enough, scolded Viola, and I'll tell everyone she stole it--everyone! All of a sudden, a gentle rap came at the door and Mrs. Moffet came in, Why, Viola, she exclaimed, I thought that you were making a poster for the contest, but I did not see it. Didn't you get it ready in time? No, said Viola bluntly. But why? asked Mrs. Moffet very surprised. Didn't you have enough time to do it? The rest had plenty time to do theirs. What happened? It w ---- was stolen, blurted out Viola. Katherine Gray stole it. She didn't want me to win and she stole my poster so she could win with hers! Marianna drew back in horror. She didn't think that Viola would really accuse Kitty of the horrible crime of stealing. She couldn't be so ruthless. Stealing--of ALL things. Why, she didn't believe anyone in this school would steal. I Thatls a very serious charge, Viola, said the superintendent slowly. It's true! 15