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

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1, THE AR005TO0KAN But, continued Red, we haven't had any coaching or anyone to show us how to play. With Mr. Wilson coaching, we'll soon have a champion- ship team and Robert must play be- cause we must have those new suits. It looked as though Ridgeway High would have a championship team, for under the new coach each boy showed surprising skill and talent, except Robert, who was very slow and inac- curate with his throws from third, which was his position, to first. After their first game of the season in which they were defeated, 12-2, the boys were downcast and gloomy, for each boy knew it was Robert's curves that lost the game. This plan of yours is silly, Red, exclaimed Ted, the first baseman. It's no use to try to back him to keep him in the game for he is simply no good and I won't stand for the team to lose out this year, suits or no suits. But this is only our first game, Red protested, maybe in time-- Time, interrupted Ted, if he played a hundred years he would never learn. Ted's prediction proved to be true, for two games were lost in the follow- ing week. Vacation came and Robert went with his parents to the city to visit some friends. The same day a chal- lenge came from Norton High to play a game the following day. , Coach is going to play Bob Hardy in Robert's position, whispered Ted to Red, and we'll win today. Win they did, with an overwhelm- ing score of 15-2. Coach Wilson called ameeting of the team the following week at the gym. Although Robert had returned, he had not been informed of the meeting. That evening Robert started for Red's home, but seeing a light in the gym he thought he would go in. As he reached the door he heard his name spoken and paused upon the threshold. Coach Wilson continued, Some- thing must be done in regard to Robert. He has returned and will ex- pect to play in the game Friday against Daton High. I have seen them play and they have the best team in the league. You boys have kept Robert in the game by backing him. But all the backing you can give him will not win this game. Everybody must be perfect. One error will lose the game for us. Tell me why you have been backing him. There was silence for a few moments then Red got slowly to his feet and said, l'll take the blame. As the boys know, I heard Robert's father tell Dad that if Robert made the first team he would buy suits for the team. I put the boys wise and we planned to back him. Then, Red, said the coach, to make it right with him you must tell him why he cannot play. I'll do it, sir, said Red, I'll tell Robert tonight. Robert is not here. He started for your home early this evening, Robert's father told Red. But early the following morning Robert came to Red's home. Red, he said, I heard your confession at the gym. I'm sorry that I've been so dumb as not to realize that I've been losing those games. I realize now that the honor of the school is far more import- ant than my playing and I'm turning in my suit this morning and the reason will be known only to you and me. I'll see to it, Red, that the boys get their suits. You're regular! said Red admir- ingly. Hotham '37

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THE AROOSTOOKAN This last thought shook all the hesi- tation from Joy's mind and resolutely she walked into the store. She tried on the hat, finding it looked exactly as she knew it would. Then, slowly, she handed the clerk her five dollar bill. Five cents left! Goodness, how easy it was to spend money when one had it! Five cents! How good a cup of cof- fee would taste! Suppose she cele- brate the new hat. She walked slowly, smilingly to the nearest lunch counter. A mannequin and her employer were seated ata table discussing the new fashions and the need for models. Suddenly the mannequin looked up and saw Joy enter and order coffee. She straight- ened quickly and turned to her em- ployer, Look, George, no not now. There, George, see that girl at the second table wearing such an adorable black hat? What a marvelous hat model she would make! About a month later a customer re- marked, George, who is that attrac- tive girl over there modeling hats? By the way, how much do you pay her? She's just the type I need in my business. Sorry, John, but she's priceless. My business has increased fifty per cent since she has been here. I'd pay any price before I'd lose her. Thus, we see what the perky little hats of today can do. Mary Hussey '35 DE THE HISTORY BOOK fWith Apologies to Whittierj Curses on thee, history book, History book with ancient look! With thy many thumbed o'er pages, Passed down to us through many ages, With thy faded, tattered cover Made more so by history lover: With the lettering on thy edges, Portraying to us some lover's pledges: From thy text I gain no learning, -- For other things I'm ever yearning! Pest thou art, --the other books Gain from me more friendly looks. Let the ones that want to, pore Over thy pages and gain more lore, On ancient times, on bitter strife, But I prefer the modern life. Bitter words and scorning look: Curses on thee, history book! --Not a History Lover M. Stover '34 DE! TRUE CHARACTER WINS A group of boys were gathered on the campus of Ridgeway High. Each face showed excitement because the boys were eagerly discussing the startling news that Mr. Henderson, who had been principal for the past ten years had resigned and a younger man, Mr. Wilson, who was a world- famous athlete from the city of Phila- delphia, had accepted the position. Although Mr. Henderson, who had recently resigned, was a nice man, he took no interest in the athletic part of the school. Down the street rushed Red Hold and shouted as he joined the group, Whata break, whata break for us boys. Believe me, we'll show those fellows from Daton just how to play baseball this year. And how! Up spoke Jimmy Coram, Perhaps he'll find a way for us to earn some money for new suits. Better news still, said Red, I heard Mr. Shaw, president of the bank, tell Dad that if his son, Robert, made the first team he'd buy new suits for the whole team. But Robert has never played very wifellwith the team, spoke up Johnnie avis.

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THE AROOSTOOKAN MURDER IN THE FIRST DEGREE Yes, Neal was back,--back after traveling in Europe for three years. He had been able to go by the kind- ness ofa maiden aunt, and now he had returned, full of interesting facts, sights he had seen, and above all, stories which his aunt loved to hear. He had been entertaining his aunt all evening with stories, and now at last he said, Well, Aunt Martha, I'll tell you one more story that will climax the rest of those. His aunt, who was a typical old maid, wore a long dress with a high collar, her hair pulled tightly back be- hind her ears and possessed all the other earmarks of a spinster. She leaned forward attentively and urged him to begin. Neal, with a sort of hidden twinkle in his eye, began this story. Last fall, when I was staying at the Hotel Beauveau in Paris for a fortnight, a most astonishing thing happened to me. I dined as usual in the hotel dining room. A large number of people be- ing already there, I had to take a small table facing the entire room. I sat down, ordered my meal and then looked around me. Many well dressed and apparently wealthy people were present. Of these, one woman in particular held my attention. She was a tall, dark complexioned woman, strikingly dress- ed, sitting alone at another table quite close to mine. Just then, my first course was served, and I thought no more about her until after finishing my dinner, I was smoking a cigarette-- No, Aunt Martha, I don't smoke very many. . Well, -as I was saying, I was smok- mg a cigarette when I noticed this woman beckoning to me. I went over to her table. She introduced herself as Madame Moreau and-- No, Aunt, I wasn't doing anything improper by meeting a strange woman. Don't be so old fashioned. Now where was I, oh yes! She in- troduced herself and said that she wanted someone to talk to. She proved to bea very interesting per- son telling me about her recent trip to Spain with-- Yes, she was married, Aunt Martha, you needn't worry! Iwas just going to say her trip to Spain with her husband. While she was talking I had an op- portunity to observe her more closely. She was, I should say, about thirty- five years of age and had a peculiar, restless air while she was talking, which should have warned me. Since I had nothing to do that even- ing and since she apparently had no desire to leave, we remained and talked for quite awhile. Finally she asked me if I would do something for her. I said, 'Yes, of course'. She gave me a parcel and told me to take it to an apartment situated in Wellington Arms, and to put it on the table in the living room. Now, to be sure, that was a strange request. But anyway, Iwent to the house, found the living room and put the parcel on the table when, as if at a signal, the lights in the room went out and the door banged shut, leaving me in utter darkness. I rushed to the door, it was locked. Istumbled over a chair, barking my shin then-- No, Aunt, I didn't swear. Now please keep still, or I may-- Remembering another door I had seen on entering I groped my way to that, it was unlocked. I opened it-- and paused in utter horror. There on the floor, in a pool of blood, lay a man, his throat cut and a bloody razor lying beside him. My mind in a whirl, I