Central Aroostook High School - Arostookan Yearbook (Mars Hill, ME)

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THE ARUOSTOOKAN the clouded half-moon and whispered, Ito is time. His features lengthen- ed 1nto'a grim motionless and he wait- ed--waited--waited. Clouds passed over themoon, dew dropped, and the night-bird returned to its nest. Sud- denly the ferns were parted by a fair formed maiden's steps. The warrior turned to see the fair one with bowed head in the knee-deep jungle. Red llps whispered, To-morrow , and a stately arm pointed to the sickle moon and made a half circle. The grim- faced warrior bowed, a hand was raised to heaven. The silhouettes moved.. Two opposite tree branches were displaced--. Soft breezes waved the ferns over a dewy cross and made the hoary leafage give forth a mourn- ful sound---. All else was silence. M. Case '34 UD TO THE DUSKY MAIDEN 0, for the love of a gypsy lass! As lithe, as slender as ablade of grass! Her carmen lips--red as wine, Her eyes that like fire shine. Her haira glittering cap of jet o'er her face: Whose heart would not pound at a maddening pace To catch a gleam of love in those dancing eyes? For even the old and the very wise Admit that this Daughter of the Skies Is a perfect song of Love and Life! Dillen '34 ECI MY TRIP TO THE MOON One night, my friend, Marie Orser, and I were sitting on our front porch and. wondering what we would do for excitement. Suddenly as I was gazing at the huge silver disk in the heavens, a bright thought crept into my mind. Mariel I exclaimed, jumping up, Let's take a trip to the moon! Don't be silly, she said, you know we could never get there. It can't be done. But I finally persuaded her to go, by telling her of the fun and thrills we would have. It also was a great chance to prove that old question, whether or n o t the moon was made of green cheese. We decided to start on our journey the next night, so we began preparations immediately. The next night just as the moon came over the mountain we started out in the direction. We didn't like the idea of climbing up that mountain and getting all tired out. But we had planned for this. I pulled some large balloons out of my pocket, inflated them and away we went up to the very top of the mountain. When we landed, another problem faced us. Our bal- loons would not take us any higher and besides, Marie's had sprung a leak. How were we to reach the moon? Right then and there our problem was solved. Marie had apocket full of toothpicks, so we began to build a lad- der. Before long this was all finished, so we ascended and found ourselves looking down into the milky way. Wlhalt will you have, chocolate or va- ni a. Here we were and did not know where to go next, but a little star came along just then and we asked direc- tions from him. He told us that if we swam up the Milky Way, we would be well on our journey. Taking his.ad- vise, we dived in and began swimming. I'm glad the milk wasn't sour. We had swam for quite a ways when we came to the long handled dipper. We asked her for further directions and she told us that the purple cow was expected to jump over the moon that night and if we waited she would probably give us a lift. While wait- ing we amused ourselves by practising swan dives from the handle of the

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AL JL JL JC JC JL It Ji- JL if f,-E Litefafy llllila gl al -- WW ' S -' 11' 'U' Sf af 19 if if UF ,FV gr NATURE'S BEAUTIES What is more thrilling and enhanc- ing than nature? Her works rank far above the stiff, lifeless, works of man. She has painted pictures and scenes far more beautiful than the most skilled artist with his paintbrush and many varied colors. First, let us consider her flowers. What could attract the human eye more than a field of daisies, butter- cups or the tiny blue forget-me-not? To be sure, these flowers are very common--yes, so common that we sometimes miss their splendor. But if we would pause to look, we might see them as never before. Arrayed in their various velvety hues, they present a most picturesque scene a- gainst the green of the meadow. U In Spring when the trees are burst- mg forth into bloom, we marvel at their beauty. In bringing forth their green leaves and gay colored blossoms, they proclaim to the world that life is renewed within them. The leaves re- main bright and beautiful all through the summer months and then, in the fall they turn to marvelous shades of yellow, brown and red. We can see then that the tree never fades in beau- ty, or forgets that it has a striking part to play in Nature's game of life. Think of the mountains, hills, mead- ows, lakes and streams. These are hewn and wrought by the hand of Nature. When you feel tired and dis- couraged with life, just visit some grassy meadow beside a refreshing brook, where you can dream and med- itate by yourself: or go to some hill and look into the valleys or upon a far away hill, where you can see the sheep grazing in the pastures of verdant green, or hear their bleating sounds. See if your heart isn't made happier and lighter by this. Nature is all very real. We never tire of its magnificent beauty, but we do tire of the things that we have made with our own hands. Nature never ceases her great work. She brings forth wonders, they fade, and she brings forth more. She is ever budding and blossoming witha delicious fragrance. An artist may give us a very strik- ing picture of a sunset, but can he re- produce the magnificent colors that illuminate the horizon as the sun sinks slowly beneath it? Or can he picture the soft and fleecy clouds as they real- ly are? Only as we look upon Nature's own work can we see the real beauty Mildred Beals '35 UD NIGHT of it. The monotony of dusk was blending its darksome shadows with the green fringed foliage of Aberstien. Light breezes swayed the heavy bending ferns and made the hoary leafage give forth an eerie moaning--all else was silence. A soft silken rustle made the night bird flit from its dewy nest and the grass snake glide faster through the damp mosses. Evergreens parted and a soft-moccasined warrior stepped into the faulty light. He looked at

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THE AROOSTOOKAN dipper. Soon the cow, whose name was Clarabelle, came along on her way to the moon. When we asked her if we could ride on her back she assented and seemed very pleased to have our company. Marie immediately jumped on but I did not have so much success. I slipped and fell and just caught my- self in time by the cow's tail, or I might have been going yet. Although Clarabelle had a very doleful look on her face she was very agreeable and entertaining. We soon reached the moon, who welcomed us very cordially, and who was not made of green cheese. He was very jolly and also very full which was probably due to the fact that the 18th Amendment had just been re- pealed. We stayed quite a while af- ter Clarabelle had left, and chatted with Mr. Moon. It was soon time for him to be moving on. We had no idea how we could reach home and we did not want to go around the world with him. However, he immediately set- tled this by letting us stop on a fleecy, white cloud, who was planning on staying in that place until morning. It was so soft and comfortable there and we were so tired from our journey that before we knew it we had fallen asleep. We awoke with a start to find it so hot we were nearly burned up. Look- ing around to see what was causing all the heat we saw Apollo approach- ing in his sun chariot. As he came nearer and nearer it got hotter and hotter, until we were nearly suffocat- ed. He stopped and asked us what we were doing there. We told him our experiences and that we were now tryingto think of a way home. He told us that if we could stand the heat he would take us home in his chariot. We hopped in the rumble seat and started out. When we had gone a little way Apollo told us that he would not be able to take us all the way to Earth because he must not leave his duty long enough and besides if the sun chariot comes too near the earth everyone would be scorched as black as negroes. But he remedied this by handing us each a parachute which he kept in case of emergency. We strapped them on and sailed off into space. We were soon back on the good old terra firmafand the firmer the less terrorband guess where we landed! Eight in our neighbor's best flower e . Now children, if the spearmint gum keeps its flavor on the bed post over night I'll tell you the story about My trip to Hades tomorrow night. G. Edmunds '34 El Cl FASHION IN HATS That adorable hat! It was so perky and young looking, perched on one ear of the wax model in the store window. Joy Arden stood looking at this love- ly hat as she had done for many days. How she adored it--the way it came to a point on the forehead, settling down over one ear with the other side of the head practically revealed: and that darling little nose veil, too, but best of all, this article of wearing apparel was black. How she adored black and how striking and sweet she would be in this hat. The price mark said 34.95. Four dollars and ninety-five cents! Joy looked from the wind'ow into her purse again at the worn and torn bill there--85.00. It was every cent she had in the world--but then, she had walked the streets for months looking for a job, going without food, and saving this five dollars until she would actually need it. Joy looked back at the one thing she desired, thinking, How far would five dollars go in a city anyway? And when it was gone--well, she'd probably starve to death--but why not die hap- py as she was going to die anyway.