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

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THE AROOSTOOKAN the Mayor, who lived in a large white house on the hill, to Mrs. Jones, the widow who had fourteen kids and took in washings. Miranda, that was Mrs. Prye's christian name, was a great lover of all gatherings such as the County fair, held five miles from Oakville. She had attended the fair regularly for the past twenty-five or thirty years: but this year she hadn't the least bit of a notion how she was going to get there because Mollie, her only means of transportation, had died with the colic and Miranda was too nervous to drive a Ford. However, one day while sitting in her garden she heard two voices. They seemed to come from beyond her back-yard fence. She drew closer to the fence and put her ear to a knot hole. As she listened her eyes began to sparkle: and the more she listened, the more they sparkled. After a while she withdrew her ear from the fence, walked quickly up the path, into the house and upstairs. In a few moments she came down again, dress- ed in her best and carrying a parasol. She hurried down the path and out the back gate. Then she peered a- round the corner, saw no one about, and went quickly inside a small build- ing which was Holden's garagefor what was meant for onel. She climbed in the back of their car, a new Model T, just bought that year, and covering herself over with a robe which she found there, she waited. In a few moments she heard voices, then steps in the garage and mingled with these, a terrific squealing. Guess these ought to win first prize, hadn't they, Bill? They both weigh right around 500 lbs. apiece. And Miranda, lying face downward in the bottom of the car, could feel her backbone touching the floor as these things which she had sur- mised were pigs reposed comfortably, if squealingly, upon her. She groaned in spirit but dared not utter a sound. Wind 'er up, Bill. I've got the choke out. Miranda held her breath, not knowing what to expect next. There was a grinding and a sputtering then finally a loud explosion and she felt herself moving as the car was backed out and started on its way. Poor Miranda. She wondered if she would ever arrive at the fair all in one piece. Occasionally, above the clatter and clang of the royal jitney she could hear the hum of two voices. Suddenly-- Watch out for that hole ahead! Slow down! But it was too late. Miranda felt the car go up in the air and the first thing she knew she was rolling down a bank, with gwo pigs tied up in sacks coming after er. She brought up against alog and there she sat, her parasol still clutched tightly in one hand, her hat on the side of her head, and her glasses dangling from one ear, while she tried to collect her wits. Oh! the shame and humiliation of it all! To think that all her high am- bitions would end thus! And worst of all, there stood Bill and Jack Holden, staring at her as if their eyes were deceiving them. Well, I'll kissacross-eyed, bow- legged bumble bee if that aint Miss Prye! said Bill. What could she say? Well--why not make a bluff of it? For pity sakes! I must say that's a nice way to treat a lady. Well, don't stand there like two gawking fools. Take these creatures away from me. Ugh! The dirty nasty things! Help me up. Do you think I'm going to sit here all day with all this junk piled around me? With all these gol-rapped contraptions around, it's getting so a body can't even sit by the road and rest. Now you can just take me along wherever you're going. It won't put you out a great deal.

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THE AROOSTOOKAN sat down and tried to think. I under- stood now, why I had been lured here --to make me appear as the murderer. Knowing that I would immediately be suspected of the murder I tried to es- cape. I ran to the window, but a crowd was gathering in the street be- low. As I watched two gendarmes detach themselves from the crowd and enter the building. My escape by either the door or window being barred and gendarmes on the way up, what could I do? Nothing, but wait for them to take me to prison which they promptly did despite all my protesta- tions of innocence. Once there, I tried to collect my scattered thoughts, but to no avail. I had no one to look to for aid, no one believed what I said. At the trial, Madame Moreau, prov- ed to be Madame DeCourcy, the wife of the murdered man who had been a wealthy manufacturer in Paris. She told she following story on the witness stan . 'I dined that evening at the Hotel Beauveau while waiting for my hus- band, who was to come for me there and we were going to the theatre. Growing tired of waiting for him I re- turned home and found him, Cpointing to mel in the act of killing my husband. I rushed down stairs, after locking the doors and extinguishing the lights, and went for the gendarmes! Slowly they wound aweb of evidence around me from which it seemed im- possible to free myself. I had nothing in defence but my own word. I was found guilty of murder in the first de- gree and was sentenced to be beheaded the next day at high noon, by the guillotine! I, an innocent man, was condemned to death to pay for that woman's murderous deed! Do you know what I did then, Aunt Martha? I awoke. I had dreamed all of that story. The old maid aunt fainted. Linus Stitham '35 A B C'S OF THE JUNIOR CLASS A is the rank the Juniors all get, B is for the Bennies who haven't flunked yet, C is for Criticism which never fails, D is for Donald who watches the mails, E is for Ellen so studious and bright, F is for Fay who stays out late at night, G is for Gordon whose hair is so red, H is for Hallett, a star athlete 'tis said, I is for Ideas to carry us through, J is for Josie who likes oyster stew, K is for Knowledge which teachers impart, L is for Linus who has a big heart, M is for Mildred studious and wise, N is for Nita with lovely blue eyes. O is for Opal we all know her size, P is for Pearl who is always a style, Q is for Quizzes to which we often succumb, R is for Ransford who plays the big drum, S is for Sammy who is not very shy, T is for Thomas, who's little--but My! U is for Underclassmen who think we're so fine, V is the Virtues we'll leave behind, W is for Warren who's musical bound, X marks the spot where the Juniors are found, ' Y is for York so studious and bright, Z is for Zenith we'll get there all right. And so on and so forth, as onward we drive, Next year we'll graduate as Class '35. Sara Gray '35 EIU CALAMITY Miss Prye, a spinster of Oakville, certainly lived up to her name. She knew more about other peoples' af- fairs than they did themselves, and could give the pedigree of every man, woman and child of the town, from

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THE AROOSTOOKAN So meekly they helped Miss Prye up and into the car, and meekly they took their seats and started the car. They were off to the fair! A. Mills '34 DEI REMINISCENCE I've wandered up the dear old hill, I've sat upon the grass Outside the school house windows, Where our four years were passed. There were no ringing class bells No lessons to recite No D's upon report cards To cause a sleepless night. Our high school days are over Four happy years are past and done, Years of work and jolly pastime Years of accomplishment and fun. The old school house is not the same Since we have left, you see. It's lost a mighty lot of fun, And heaps of jollity. There are no giggling seniors With lessons never learned, No sounds of noise and uproar Once the teacher's back is turned. Yea! gone but not forgotten, This is what the teachers say, And how in time could they forget The pranks we used to play? Stillustands the school house on the 1 , Which we climbed with weary tread: Just to get a grist of knowledge In the store house of our head. Sometimes our store was scanty, Many times our lessons shirked, But when it was exam time, How we seniors then could work. There are those who'll take our places, Do the work we left undone But we'll not forget our school days And the heaps of joy and fun. Nellie Hatfield '34 FIVE YEARS LATER A flash of green, a spot of red, a bright scarf flying in the wind and Cecilia Shannon had passed in her big, green imported roadster. Cecilia was Cis to her friends and beautiful to everyone. Her skin was a delicate cream flushed with the glow of life. She had eyes like the dancing sea waves--clear, laughing green. Her hair was dark red, flecked with gold and seemed to have a thousand twink- ling lights hidden in its curly, rippling mass. One small, daintily-shod foot came down hard on the brake and the big car careened to a stop, just missing the stone steps of the portico. In a flash Cis was out of the car and half- way to her room: her white polo coat and gay scarf flying behind her like the cape of some medieval ancestor. Mr. and Mrs. Shannon Were calmly sitting on the terrace when they caught a glimpse of Cis. Does that girl ever stop? Henry R. Shannon grumbled impatiently, but there was atender light in his eyes for this man who was feared by old and wise men, danced to the tune of Cis' gay, care free laughter and the twinkling of her dancing slippers. Henry Shannon could say, No, in thunderous tones to rich and influen- tial men but never to Cis. One flash of her saucy, gamin-like smile and he melted. Gentle, dainty Mrs. Shannon looked like a petite, china lady, so small and fragile she seemed beside her big, burly husband. Gregory Barnes has returned from his African expedition and the Hun- ningtons are giving a dinner for him, ' ' she volunteered gently. ' 'Gregory Barnes? Surely, Henry, you remember