Cheverus High School - Clarion Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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THE CLARION 26 He was always a great boy for gum, and is today. He couldn't go anywhere or do anything without having gum in his emergency kit. So, this day, he entered a store and asked for his favorite dish. The clerk greeted him with an Hello and received two in return. Most everyone who buys gum, that is, from the ages of sixteen or seventeen and up, buy the five-cent package, though the penny kind has it all over some of the higher priced brands, and we have too much pride to ask for penny packages now. And the clerk placed a package of gum on the counter, my friend passing a dime to the alert salesman. As quick as a shot, and with a wee smile, the clerk informed my friend that the gum was two packages for a dime today. Hearing this, my friend, not thinking how much money he had given the clerk, said, All right, I'll take two packages. The clerk smiled, and, we, thinking we had just received a bargain, walked out of the store. It was after all of the gum was chewed that we came to consider our mistake-that we'd get two packages of gum any day for a dime! By that form of verbal advertisement that clerk made one more sale than we intended for him to make. It does pay to advertise! JOSEPH B. KILMARTIN, '28. ME, TOO I was downstairs in the typewriting room the other day and, on one of the keyboards, I saw all kinds of money, silver, gold, contracts, stories, poems and everything that could be thought of to make one happy. Today you hear people saying, l'm not going to teach my children about fairy tales because it's all bunk and others saying, Gee, I wish I had this and that like so-and- so ! But we've got everything! We do not realize that we're a bunch of duinbbells with thousands of Aladdins and their lamps all around us. The typewriter and piano are two of the great examples which we have. just think of all the stories and poems unwritten! They are all in front of us on the keyboard. On the piano, all the great songs unpublished! Thou- sands of dollars. But to most of us it's just like a turkey dinner with a poisoning sprinkled all over it. At any rate, I heard our teacher say the other day that there was a cer- tain writer quite a while ago who thought he could draw pictures well enough to illustrate the writings of a man of his time. Instead of becoming an illus- trator he became a novelist himself. I guess I can't complain. I'll leave all the gold and silver on the keyboard for whoever wants it. I'm satisfied with my art of classical dancing. Why should I scrap it all by learning how to stenog? ' JOSEPH B. KILMARTIN, '28. i iililiillililll I I ni ..., nmniwiuiimiiiu... ,... ili .... ......i... i . -i i-iiii-i wll lliM--ii. LnLii-ii- --iMwwMMlUi-m--iM- Mi-M-L-i--M-J-md-Mw'ili Y i ii i i

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XQE CHEVERUS CLASSICAL HIGH SCHOOL 25 god of the harvest. NVe hope that he is as plentifully repaid as those whom Saturn ruled. On Sunday our lovershines all day, which is as it should be-the day of the Sun god. PHILIP J. CONLEY, '29, PM A PESSIMIST Born, baptized, and then the years roll by until the age of seven comes around with the age of reason. That is when life really begins. From seven to twelve, we like the movies and become regular attendants, injuring our minds with worldly ideasg from twelve to Fifteen, we start applying these movie ideas, and other warped imaginings to keep our mothers worriedg from the first days of sweet sixteen to twenty-one, we believe in a good time - money burns in our pockets-we mix in with evil company, perhaps lessening our will power enough to indulge in smoking and drinkingg at the age of twenty-one we are dreamersg from twenty-one to thirty-six, we think of mar- riage, a home, children, happiness. We practice our thoughts of these later years to find the age of seventy approachingg our children grow up and leave us, hair has turned to gray, body cannot withstand the elements, years become weeks and days, we await the moment of death and our conscience asks: Did I live my life, or did I waste it? Like Judas, perhaps we welcome death. But it's all in a lifetime! PATRICK MURPHY, '29, DOES IT PAY T0 ADVERTISE? The greatest thing, today, to bring proht into a business is to advertise. No Inatter how large or small the paper or magazine may be, nor in what corner of the earth, there is always somebody there willing to advertise. Long before man had the advantages which he has today, the advertisi.ng was carried in slabs of slate or rock, and the Hnewspaperi' was priced by furs. I believe that one of the greatest news items ever published in the cave man's news was Cain and Abel's Slaying Party, and I think a large number of editions were chopped out, and a large number of people must have witnessed it, because we have many authentic facts concerning it today. But if there was no advertising to it, no one would have attended the fracas, and we would lack the interesting item today. But it really pays to advertise in any of its varied forms. I have a little incident that happened one day, while I was in company with another fellow.

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CHEVERUS CLASSICAL HIGH SCHOOL 27 THE CROW One night, pretty late, all fagged out, I was readin' a coupla old thrillers. I was pretty near asleep, y'know, and I heard a .noiseg sounded like some overflowin' bozo wanted tuh get in my room. 'I'hat's what I thought 'twasl I remember nowg 'twas cold as the deuce, in December, and the old oil heater was shootin' spooky shadows all over the place. I was sittin' there Wishin' tomorrer was hereg felt kinda tough that night-a girl I used tuh take out quite a bit had just up and died and I was tryin' tuh read and forget herg but no, no luck. Gee! she was a pip, too, but I'll never see her anymore I guess. The old curtains on the winda' were shimmyin' and making a queer sound. Gee! it gave me the williesg I begun tuh see all kinds of ghosts and tuh kinda get rid o' the funny feelin' I stood in the middle of the room sayin' to myself that 'twas only some guy that wanted tuh see me, that's all. Pretty soon I got a little more pep an', after tellin' the guy or dame how I wasn't sure whether I heard 'em or not, I opened the door. Whadcla y' think was there? Nothin'g just the old hallwayg nothin' else. I stood there lookin' out for quite a stretchg gee! I sure saw lots o' queer things. But the joint was like a tomb, and all I could hear was the name o' my old sweetheart! I didn't know what tuh do, so I just said, Lenori, and I'll be a sunavagun if it didn't come back to me, but that was all I heard. I went back intuh the room feelin' pretty queer, and I'll be darned if I dicln't hear someone rappin' again, louder now. I bet ten bucks, I says, that's some egg rappin' at the winda' blind. Guess I'll see what's there. If this shaky feelin' takes a ramble, I'll see what it is. I bet it's only the wind. I went over and opened the vvinda', when, whadda y' know, in pops one o' those stiff old crowsg he didn't even look at me, just planked himself on toppa' the doorg that's where he flopped and didn't even open his beak. The old coon bird made me crack a smile, even tho' I did feel pretty tough about Lenori. He looked just like a funeral. I says tuh him, Say, brother, just because y' gotta convict's haircut, y'ain't a cheap skate, are ya? What the deuce is ya name? Where ya come from ? Whadda y'think he told me 'twasi' Never Again! Y'u'd think he was a souse swearin' off. I got quite a shock tuh ind out the old bird could talkg o' course what it said didn't mean much, but what's the odds, I bet .nobody else ever heard a bird cocked on toppa' his door with the monicker Never Again for a handle. The crow sat thereg didn't speak another wordg he didn't even move. So I stands talkin' tuh myself about how other pals had left, and all that, and how maybe tomorrer this one would grab the air. But the old bird butted in with a Never Again. Gee! I about hopped outa' my shoes when I heard him come through with that bright remark again. But I says tuh myself, Maybe that's all the poor bird knowsg maybe it belonged tuh some wreck