Cheverus High School - Clarion Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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18 THE.CLARION THE OLD SVVIMMING HOLE l-li! Spud! ain'cha comin' in? Gee. it's swell l The boy evidently addressed, for there were only two in sight, was about ten years of ageg freckled face, pug nose, ragged cap, dirty hands and shabby attire indeed showed him to be the usual type of boy one usually finds during the short summer vacation. A long white mark, probably the scar left by a cut, ran across the forehead and became lost in the beetling eyebrows of the young- sterg the light blue eyes, which conformed with the light chestnut hair and eyelashes, looked longingly in the direction of the speaker. From that be- guiling person's query, one might make a substantially correct guess as to his attire: the garb of nature. Since he was standing up to his neck in water, which did not appear especially sanitary, his exact size could not be estimated were it not for the fact that his tousled and dripping red hair crowned such a small face, and a laughing one at that, that he could not have been much older nor larger in stature than the aforementioned Spud. lt was a real day in summer, and the great ball was slowly turning on its western and setting pathg from its position the hour might be judged to be three o'clock. The two boys were in a clearing in the midst of a grove of large trees, wherein the boys of the neighborhood were often wont to go when they wished to take a dip in the shadowed swimming hole. The hole was a real one. The necessary tree stumps bordered its ragged shore line, and an overhanging branch could, if necessary, become the crossbar on which one might make gyrations after a dare. The pensive lad again became the object of a torrent ofwexhortations from the aquatic tempter. Ain't you comin' in, Spud? Oh, boy! The water's fine! Honest! Come on in! There's nothin' to be afraid of! Come on! Cop McVane's gone to an aunt's funeral, and he's off duty. I wish he had a dozen aunts! These and many other exclamations came from the young reprobate. Oh, the weakness of human flesh! To be led into danger so easily! Spud manifested his slowly weakening determination by his hesitant approach to the hole, slowly, yet as if drawn by a magnet. You're sure that McVane's gone? he asked. 'Course, was the quick rejoinder. That ended all of Spud's doubts and he was soon in the water with his brother delinquent. Suddenly, a third party entered this drama. Cheese it! shouted Spud, here comes Mac! The human fish needed no second warning, needless to say. and-within five minutes.-officer McVane appeared upon the scene. Thim divils were warned, Oi'll bet me boots! he 'angrily exclaimed. No sign of the scamps was to be had. T But, if Officer Michael McVane had traversed the distance between the hole and the farther end of the grove, he would have found a small riot in progress that would have taken a whole force of McVanes and O'Flannagans . , lil!-M , X H .1 ..... i..-Il.. ie....s...,a.! .... ,, ,,.,,. ,,,, M, . ll: ' ! !l!'ll1 'lol iw 1 l

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tw 2 i- 5 A 4' ' . X Q PF 'fl' Q ALMA MATER VALE OUR four years OF happiest associations NYILI. soon be gone, LEAVING us only fond memories. NYE have arrived at a CRITICAL point in our careers. NYE go from a sheltered INTO a rough, nnfeeling life. HENCEFORTII, we stand or fall BY our own forethought AND our own energies. NYE must constantly practice THREE qualities NYHICII have always BEEN held before us- SELF-CONTROL. SELF-KNONYLEDGE. SELF-RELIANCE. NVE must have self-reliance THAT we may not falter. OR become discouragedg NYE must have self-knowledge THAT we may know OUR own possibilities and OUR own limitations, NICVICR being content to remain IN a place unbefitting our abilities, AND never presuming to accept A position which we cannot hll, NYE must have self-control THAT we may not turn aside FROINI our true mission in life TO less worthy pursuitsg THAT we may hold within our LIINIITATIONS, and not overstep THE bounds of capability. NYE are prepared to SACRIFICE ourselves on the ALTAR of LIBERTY, FREEDOM and DEMOCRACY FOR the GLORY OF GOD AND the HONOR OF AINIERICA. INIICHINEL A. N.NPOLI'l'.NNO, '27,

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CHEVERUS CLASSICAL HIGH SCHOOL 19 to subdue. There Spud and his friend were amenably settling a question, but not by arbitrary methods. Blood was added to the dirt on Spud's hand and the color of black to the white scar over his eye, as well as the whole eye, while the place where a front tooth of Uthe committee on perjury was sup- posed to be, was empty. Thus have matters been settled since the beginning of man. Besides proving that there is no truth among sinners, the actors of this presentation present to us again the question-Revenge or retribution? EDWARD J. OyBRIEN, '29. LIFE AND DEATH The stream of life Hows, on its unknown way, Through calm and pleasant groundsg Through barren plains and shady vales, Or 'tween the high-Hung mounds, Where fiery sun, with beams, In vain assails. Thus it flows on with grim remorseless winding, Till morn gives way to night, Departing, with unfaltering trust. Towards some far distant light, Through shady realms, leaves- Nothing but its dust. FRANCIS P. KEANEY, '27. THE WHITE LIGHT The little village of Kingston seems rather insignificant and dead as a doornail, at least to the casual observer. But, contrary to appearances, Kingston had a very alluring mystery and an interesting romance. The mystery began over fifty years ago and, as for the romance, the vil- lage backbiter grunibled that this romance started as soon as Betty Burr and 'Red' Alpin laid eyes on each other over across the little room in the village school. Perhaps Aunt Sadie was entirely right, but to come back to the night of my story. It was one of those expected rainy ,nights of May, but the village store was warm and comfortable, and the village characters were gathered around the counter, talking about a night very similar to this one just fifty years ago.