Rockland High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Rockland, ME)

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THE CAULDRON gill-:LI:ga41:.5Q,-,gn,zn,o5n,Le,4g2.1ep,agggggng-ngnzgpgpexaynlnvgnpsngnefgpgg v. ...fs .Q .w..-..-QTv..v.T..,v.,-TQ ,v-. :v.uv- seq- is :QT-si-.'iv.:v-TQTQTQ.,uysifg Are you positive? Yes, ' ' Mrs. Moffet went out. She had to be alone where she could think. Katherine Gray--a thief I She couldn't believe it. Marianna looked at Viola with disgust in her eyes. She was truly dis- appointed. I didn't think you would do that, she said. I have been very patient with you, but this is the limit! If you are going to accuse her of stealing without any real proof, I don't want to be your roommate. Goodbye! She went out slamming the door behind her. Viola looked up. She hadn't expected this. She went out wondering what she should do. Should she go to Mrs. Moffet and say that she hadn't any proof? No--she couldn't. Besides, she was quite sure. She wouldn't say anything more. She would just let it slip. She went back to her room half an hour later. Marianna was still gone. Suddenly a white envelope caught her eye. She picked it up and opened it. Inside was ten dollars with the following note: 'Dear Viola, I'rn sorry you think that I stole your poster. I want to tell you that I did not. I know that you won't believe me so I'm giving you the ten dollars I won in the contest. I had a talk with Mrs. Moffet, and I am going back home. J Katherine Gray. Viola looked up. She didn't know what to do. Suddenly a thought came to her. Her poster--she knew where it was. She had taken it up to the attic yesterday where she could work on it better. She rushed up and yes--there it was right where she had left it. She saw now how unfair she had been to Kitty. She wanted to make up for her injustice, but how? Yes, that was it--she would do it now! That evening as'Marianna was sitting in her room reading, the door opened. She looked up, and in walked Kitty and Viola followed by Mrs. Moffet who was all smiles. Well, exclaimed Marianna in surprise, What's all this? I thought-- I don't understand. . 16

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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

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THE CAULDRON .ew gf gn 2113 ,gn .gn enzn ggga gng- .en gggg 3-Q: 41:21 eneozgpzgpzgnpln zbelenzg Tv- 7,741.4 'r-T- 1.1.7761-. g.. qv. . -. ... .Q .-. . v :sig :sv-:v-T-. . - v.vw.v.v,1. ig I think Kitty had better explain, said Mrs. Moffet. Well, said Kitty, when I heard that Viola thought I stole her poster I wrote her a note, put in my award money, and took the train back home. When I got to the first station, a wire was waiting for me. It was from Viola. She explained that she had found her poster and wanted me to come back. Icame, and she was waiting at the station. She gave me the 9510 and said that she was going home in the morning, but Mrs. Moffet and I persuaded her to stay. That's wonderful, said Marianna. Does anyone else know about this incident? No one but us four, and no one else will EVER know, said Viola smiling. MELZINE McCASLIN ,onpn Q1 .on pn an 'K .TK If 4-K w.'- 1. K .T RENDEZ-VOUS WITH HELL The marine railways and small shops of the boatyard soon became ap- parent under the faint light of the tropical night. A small but well found schooner capably manned by a tall lean American in dungarees and mocca- sins, made its way toward the moss covered wharf. Phophorescence squirted from under the transom leaving a wake of shining diamonds across the calm, peaceful lagoon. As the schooner slipped through the inky black liquid, the three passengers mumbled quietly in the cabin suggesting an air of quietness and calm. The American drowsily came about and settled back again to his reminiscing of his life on the tiny Philippine Island of Simara. He had first seen the island on a routine cruise when he served in the Navy. His first impression had left a lasting imprint on his mind. From the mast-head, the island was strikingly similar to a huge green snake loosely coiled. The mouth of the lagoon twisted tortuously, completely concealing the small harbor in the center of the island. Due to its ghostly appearance and ancient native superstitions, the island had remained uninhabited and was for sale. Upon returning to Manilla, he had looked up the bank which held the deed, and after signing the necessary papers he had emptied the contents of his purse upon the president's desk. Before him lay everything he owned, money and valuables, but it was not these he wanted. It was a more material thing--the Island of Simara. The little engine of the pilot boat had thumped merrily as the boat made its way through the turquoise blue waters of the South China Sea. The island lay about one hundred miles from Manilla where he would have to sail 17