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

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THE AROOSTOOKAN shot. Then they'd leave the bullies thar fer tha nite ta soak up ther own sweat. Wal, this bein' done tha boys heads fer tha kitchen to gloat over their well done piece a' work. Wal, this is warI comes in. When tha boys had gone fer tha cellar trap door, which was in tha pantry, I wraps tha sheet 'round me which I'd brung and come out and hid behind tha pantry door. When they all comes out, I takes me cane and quick-like wraps the handle 'round ther lamp and douses it on thedirt floor. Ya know tha cellar out thar is awful small and so it's all under tha front room. Wal, acourse ya kin amagin how them scamps scattered. Jist to be shore that they leaves fer good, I lites me blue lamp and stands in tha winder with tha lite lit and tha sheet over me. Idon't think they saw me 'cus they probly didn't stop until they hit town. Then I goes over to tha cellar door and slips tha lock a little soit can be opened by pushin' kinda hard, and after fixin' this, I goes outside to the outdoors trapdoor. J ist as I gits out- side, I sees tha three boys a-kemin' up out. As me lamp and sheet are all okay, I lets a loud groan outa me. And it shore takes effect -- ya shore shoulda seen their faces and tha way they run. Any one of 'em coulds boat Tom Billins' fancy pacer, Rosamond. to town at a ten yard handicap, I betcha. The gang, in this case, were fright- ened to some extent, I imagine, but not nearly as much as Jack and his cronies. And, as old John Doe has quite a mouthpiece, I can easily imagine that Jack Mahaney has lost a little of his inclination toward brag- ging, especially of fearlessness. --Wesley Anderson '39 El El III U A LESSON 'ro JAKE Listen, my children, while I relate, How Jacob Crosby met his fate, He didn't die as you may guess, but He met a woman who answered, Yes But that's getting ahead of my story, I fear So I'll begin at the first to make it clear. t It l 8 Jake Crosby was a man. not young nor old, But just between, as I am told. Without his shoes he was six foot three, and A handsomer man you never did see. Jake was a bachelor without a doubt, and He proclaimed it good and stout. He always boasted no woman could make A dent in his heart to make it ache, . Because he knew women and all their wiles, . They couldn't fool him with their charming smiles. But after all he met a dame, and Low and behold, he changed her name. He met her at one of those dancing places, I Some drunks were annoying her so he changed their faces. He raised his hat and she thanked him sweetly, With a smile that captured his heart completely. So he up and asked her to be his wife, A thing he regretted the rest of his life. Because she turned out to be a rebel, and Jacob thought he'd been blessed with a devil

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THE AR005TO0KAN U A v W E y W - E K 'P o o 0 o in fx N, ,H I IZ L , E . .Y - vga, E git REVENGE in plentyatime, 'cus I knows from In the town of Jamesville about seven and one half miles northeast of the city which was known as Cherry- field, there lived a boy who proudly boasted of having a reputation for be- ing tough and absolutely fearless. He was one of those so-called hard guys . As a result of his unbearable swell-headedness and bullying, he was very much disliked by most of the boys in the village. Jerry Brown, picked on the most by this strapping bully, decided one afternoon that he had stood a little too much. Conse- quently he called the gang together over at the clubhouse in order to hatch up a scheme of revenge. Two days later, at about 8 p. m., two boys about fourteen years of age were sneaking along in the shadows of some trees a short distance from the road going toward Cherryfield. The boys, by their efforts to make them- selves less conspicuous, attracted the attention of Farmer John Doe, who lived just across the road. He, being the sole witness of this little adven- ture, will continue the story in detail: Wal, I seen two young scamps a-kemm' up the road and so I sez to to myself, sez I, 'By their actions and seein' as how they'rs out this here way kinda late like, I'll just give 'em a scare'. And so I gits me hat and a lantern and heads for the old AndreW's place, as wot's been deserted thirteen years come next harvestin' times. Wal, as I cuts acrost the fields and through the woods, I easily out-dis- tances the boys and gits to tha house their actions they'd be a-headin' fer tha old Andrew's place. Tha old place is awful rickity and moss-grown and looks as though it ain't had a coat of paint since it war built and. Lord knows, that shore war some time ago. Pretty soon tha boys come ups to tha old house sneakin' 'round actin' kinda scared-like theirselves. They talk loud to one another while they're a-shiverin' inside. I knows, 'cus I was in their shoes oncet, before I come to like tha old place. Wal, they finally sitiates themselves in the kitchen and seems to be waitin' for sunthin'. I parks meself near to 'em. after listenin' quite a spell and gettin' quite some speal o' their plan. I tiptoes careful-like up to the top floor and waits until the rest of the gang comes with the visitors. As soon as I sights 'em -- they had brung a couple of lanterns with 'em -- I goes inta tha attic and gits a lantern with tha chim- leys painted blue. They was used for some sorta time I guess, Xmas probly. When I hears the boys come in and head fer tha kitchen, I goes up stairs and hides in the closet. Jack Mahaney, tha town bully, and couple a pals of his'n war in tha bunch. This war tha idea: some a tha boys in the gang war to tell Jack that they'd found some old apple-jack in tha Andrew's place and so gits him to come out. Then, oncet they war all thar in tha cellar, tha gang would sudden-like up'n run. Tha two early birds war to see thet tha door war ready to be locked and thet tha boys' lamp war put out, which war done and done well -- with a sling

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THE AR005 T OOKAN Then came the day when she ran away, With a traveling salesman of bigger pay. Jake heaved a sigh though he didn't let on How glad he was that she had gone. He made tracks for his shack in the wood, and Said he was through with the women for good. Ain't it the truth? CI THE SECRET OF GRANDFATHER'S CLOCK For many years the old clock in the hall of the large, white house had ticked away the hours. It had seen children come, grow into men and women, grow old and die. Still it ticked on. It never looked any sad- der at a funeral than when a new baby was born, but still it must have had some feeling, for it seemed a part of the family. The Randell household took great pride in the old clock. They explain- ed to strangers, who never failed to notice it and speak of its beauty. that it had been handed down for genera- tions. But, now, James Randell had come home, bringing with him his society wife from the city. James had never been at home long. He had spent most of his boyhood with a relative in the city. He had gone to high school and college in the city too, so that he was never home long enough to take any interest in the clock, except to see it as an antique, worth a great amount of money. His mother had died during his first year in college. Now since his father had been killed suddenly in an auto- mobile accident, he had been called home to take care of the beautiful old white house. Standing in the hall, now, with suit cases and baggage all around them, James and his wife looked at the clock. Neither saw its rare beauty. That old thing ought to be worth a lot of money. We'll sell it the first chance we get, said James, as he gave or- ders for his bags to be taken to his Clara Barrey '37 D rooms.. The old servant was horrified but said nothing after the first gasp of dismay. So, four days later found the butler and chauffeur moving the old clock to a back room until it could be taken a- way and sold. The old clock seemed to groan as it was moved, but it was only the walls creaking. James, coming in a few hours later, noticed how bare the paneled wall looked without the old clock. He ran his hand lightly over the beautiful walls, and as he touched one corner of the lower panel, it swung slowly back. James gasped in astonishment at the hole in the wall then quickly closed the panel. That evening when no one was a- round, James returned to the hall, and pushing the button in the corner of the panel, quickly slipped inside the secret room. Inside all was dark, so James lit a match. The dim light flickered around the small room and James saw in one corner some boxes and a trunk, dusty and hanging with cobwebs, as if they had not been dis- turbed for many years. James hur- ried to his room to get his flashlight. Returning to the secret room he began searching through the boxes. In some he found dishes, beautiful, old china, kept for many years. The rest of the boxes were full of old clothes, some half a century old. He lifted out the last tray of the trunk which contained only a few letters and a little gold key on a faded blue ribbon. When James left the secret room he carried the little gold key with him. The rest of the evening and the next two days were spent trying to