Cheverus High School - Clarion Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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x 22 THE CLARION So you see, Kingston solved one mystery, gained another, and retained its old mystery anda budded romance. For where would Kingston be with- out a mystery and a romance! JOHN 1. FOLEY, '2'7. MY FRIEND Long past, but not forgotten, are the days, When you and I did often walk along The dusty road that leads along the brook, And oft did stop to hear the robins sing. The time came for the parting of the waysg You left-the truest friend I ever had! I hoped that in some future time we'd meet And tell of tales, the happy and the sad. The years have rolled along their weary course, And leave me, in the end, no progress Wong For I have little to console me now, With failure as an end to tasks begun. And, as a failure, I am coming back To you, with naught but sorrow in my heartg But you'll protect me from this awful foe, And never from your care will let me part. For you have been a friend in all these years, A friend to whom I trust my precious lifeg A friend who greets his troubles with a smile, lwll'1lll'i And one who guides his friend in worldly strife. T. JOSEPH Gr-LARY, '27. l ll l l , li l ly il l '1 1 , Y W i . ' ,i i 14, 3 . , 1. llll l l lli H lllll'.i,i i' W i i ul i l ill l f ll' 'l '. in ' I il 1 ll l ' m t l,,,:,, ,,,lll,l,,,,l.'1, i:,, ii'i , ll limi ll ' i ll l ll ii . , , ll ,. llll

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Q CHEVERUS CLASSICAL HIGH SCHOOL 21 again. Miss Carr was notgable to stand the long watches, and stayed indoors. The village sages were beginning to think. Young Red had met his grand- father's fate, thought they, and paused to look at the mountains that had taken for its secret two of Kingston's own, never to return again. At the dusk of the seventh day a ragged, dusty youth staggered over the threshold of the store. His burden was a young man, evidently unconscious. The dust-covered stranger was Red, and his burden an unknown stranger. Will, for the Lord's sake, someone take this fellow before I drop him ? VVilling hands helped relieve the prodigal of his burden before he fell to the floor. The stranger was put to bed, never to arise. He was placed in a cor- ner lot of the cemetery. Genuine feeling and generosity of the villagers made the burial a decent one. Red,' was stricken with fever from the exposure of long nights to the wintry blasts atop old Bald Mount. With a new spirit he rallied and was soon readyefor the narrative which had kept Kingston in a constant state of conjecture for many days. Again at the store, with a larger group of listeners this time, Red seemed ready for his narration, constant attention upon the door as if in expectation of another one who might be interested in his story. But no story satisfied the sharp curiosity of the villagers, though all knew for what or whom he waited. Believe it or not, even Grandpa lacked nerve to broach the subject of the VVhite Light until one night the conver- sation was deftly turned to thajfhgnbject. Red came out of his shell and started to talk. 'i 'W'ell, folks, I'll explain everything as far as possible. Everyone shifted his respective position and 'KGrandpa reinforced himself from his everlasting Hcudy' of tobacco. Shoot, son, we're listening, grumbled Grandpa. Well. to start right, I might as well explain that the white light you saw from here a few weeks ago was that poor fellow's lamp-the fellow under the sod out there, Red began, in reflective mood of melancholy. After I rushed out of here blindly, I pushed my way to the very top of the mountains, to the Indian's lodge, and there I found the poor fellow half dead from exposure and hunger. He came to just long enough to say that he was a traveler, lost, and with only a lantern with which he might attract attention. The lantern was but a faint Hicker when I arrived and with its last gleam the mystery of my companion seemed to slip into darkness too. Now don't ask questions ! With this ending our hero was about to crawl back into his shell when Betty appeared from her vantage point of audience and literally flew into his arms. 'Red,' I'm sorry. 'Red,' I'm sorry. This incident would have shocked Aunt Sadie, but the counter crew withdrew and let romance take its course.

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V ' V f.: F9 CHEVERUS CLASSICAL HIGH SCHOOL 23 purple Sage SO THIS IS LIFE The rising sun is heralded with a clash and bang of Big and Little Bensf' A sleepy world is aroused to life. just another step nearer the grave. Through the cacophony of sounds come the phrases, Hurry, John, you will be late for work! Oh, Mary, will you get up today? Seven o'clock, Freddy, you will be late for school l Yes, ma, getting right up. Seven- thirty, Freddy, are you up ? Yes, ma. Eight o'clock, a cup of coffee and a doughnut, and Freddy is late for school. Latin constructions, Greek verbs, French idioms, complicated theorems, and weary Freddy goes home to find that Tommy has eaten all the apple pie. Result: the landlord sends in his bill for damages. A cold dinner and a pile of wood in the cellar, and Freddy is ready for supper. After supper, sister's boy-friend comes over and proceeds to occupy the parlor and radio. Pa and Ma go visiting, taking Tommy with them. Freddy, being an ardent circus fan, with no one to light with, and nothi.ng else to do, tries a juggling trick with the best cups and saucers. Tommy and the fond parents come home, Freddy goes to bed a smarter and smarting boy. Some Paddy Last comes straggling in, and, as the echo of a slamming door fades away, a tired world settles down to rest under the dark canopy of midnight. LEO F. FOLEY, '28. WEAK DAYS I'm blue every Monday, Thinking over Sunday, That one day when I'm with you. It seems thatil sigh all day Monday, I cry all day Tuesday, Oh, gee! How I long for you! But then comes Thursday, Gee, it's long, it never goes byg Friday makes me feel like I'1n gonna die. And then comes pay day, that's my fun day, I shine all day Sunday-that one day when I'm with you!