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

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THE AROOSTOOKAN Greg. He was the nephew of John H. Barnes, the late owner of The Manor , the estate just west of ours. It has been closed for five years ever since John died. Rumor has it that Gregory intends to open it again. Greg gracgcally lived there until his uncle's eat . ' Not that tall fellow that Cis tagged after continually? I wouldn't say 'tagged after', Henry. She was only thirteen then, dear, and he was her ideal of a man. She worshipped him like a god. You know young girls are like that. Well , defensively, she was con- tinually at his heels whether he was rubbing his horse down or frigging with that roadster of his. Conversation stopped then for Cis entered--and she was enough to silence a phonograph. She was breath-tak- ingly lovely in a white satin creation, the latest from Paris. She had done her best for tonight and the result was very satisfying. The white satin flow- ed over her slim figure and brought into contrast the brilliance of her flam- ing hair. Her only jewelry was an exquisite diamond and emerald brace- let and tiny ear-rings which glowed with hidden fires. Even her hair was done simply tonight, allowed to fall in- to natural waves and to form tiny, curling tendrils about her face. Her eyes were bottomless pools of mystery, darkened by the spirit of glamour and romance on which she was being toss- edg and above her was a faint, delicate fragrance as dainty as the first rose- bud. Her lips parted expectantly as she waited for their approval. You look sweet, my dear, her dainty mother offered graciously. Huh! was all that came from the depths of the huge armchair which was occupied by Henry R. but his eyes were lighted with pride as he looked at the exquisite creature which was his daughter--every inch of her a queen yet as gay and impulsive as a school- girl! Cis lightly kissed her mother's fore- head, and ran off as she heard Jerry admitted. Cis never lacked an escort for even the boys who had known her all their life had never tired of her glamour. They arrived just as dinner was an- nounced so Cis missed renewing her acquaintance with the idol of her youth. She caught only the glimpse of a pair of broad shoulders and a deeply tanned neck above the correct white collar. Cis was not in the best of humor during the dinner for she was seated on the same side as Gregory but at the other end of the table and by no means could she even catch aglimpse of him. Now and then she heard the deep bass of his voice and the light tinkle of so- ciety laughter which followed his re- marks. At last dinner was over and Cis found Jerry and started for Gregory. They found him in a secluded corner of the ballroom, talking to a small, drab woman with faded hair. Cis was quite elated for she saw no im- mediate rival. Stepping quickly ahead of Jerry she smiled her sweetest and said gaily, Surely you remember me, Greg. Tho' I do hope I've changed some from the gangling kid you used to know. Why, of course, Miss-er-er. Shannon. Oh yes! Jerry arriving at that mo m e n t Gregory turned to the lady at his side, Oh yes, I'd like to have you meet my wife. Cis for once in her life actually gasped! Dillen 'S4

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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

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THE AROOSTOOKAN SWIMMING Many a boy has stolen away Tohsleep in the meadow or play in the ay. Many a day he was called and an- swered not For fear by mother he would be caught. It surely is fun on a shady day, To do little work and lots of play. There are few who dislike to swim And if they do it's only a whim, I am sure all those when very hot, Will always hasten to that dearest spot: Where deep green boughs are hanging o'er That border on each lakeside's shore. There is no doubt in my small mind, That in all this world you'll never find, A place where there is half the noise Made by all the girls and boys. Author Unknown EU INFANT I'll bet you next week's allowance I get a date with him! almost shouted Peggy O'Brien, jumping out of the big armchair where she had been listening to her chum, .Ioan Duncan, reading the social column. Don't make me laugh, Peg darl- ing, said Joan scathingly, Do you think Lefty Stevens would go out with kids like us? Kids! I'm sixteen and so are you! Besides, Phil and Bob don't think I'm so bad, Peg added modestly. And indeed, Peg wasn't so bad! Five foot two of feminine charm, topped by a mass of auburn curls fram- ing an impish face with deep blue eyes fringed with long black lashes. Rose- bud mouth and skin from the same lovely flower. Things really looked bad to Peg for awhile after her bet. Lefty Stevens, the great polo player was visiting his aunt, Mrs. Carter, for only a week and she certainly had to work fast if she were going to win. She decided to take a walk and see if she could formulate some plan of action. She took the path to a nearby grove where she had always gone on picnics and where was situated a small camp. She had always thought of that camp as her own special property and had kept a reserve of food there for unprepared-for occasions. Therefore she was quite surprised when she entered to find a young man very busy preparing a meal for him- self from her provisions. That she was even more than surprised Was ev- ident to the young man as he looked up to see her standing hands on hips with an angry expression on her face. Hello! the young man said pleas- antly. Hello yourself! You have your nerve breaking into my camp and us- ing my provisions! I hope that you've enjoyed yourself but now that I'm here, will you please get out? The young man's grey eyes twinkled merrily. Well, Infant, that was really quite aspeech! Get yourself aplate from the cupboard and pull up a chair and maybe I'll let you sit up to the table and eat with me. Eat with you! Well, of all the nerve! she spluttered, then finally, won over by his pleasant manner-- Well, I will! If you use my provisions to prepare a meal I can eat it. She sat down at the table and they ate the meal prepared: he, pleasantly and teasingly trying to make conver- sation and she eating and almost chok- ing with rage when he addressed her as Infant.