Cheverus High School - Clarion Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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28 THE CLARION who used ta like a little drink sometimes. and when he came tuh afterwards, maybe he said, 'never againf Still I got quite a kick out of the old bird, so I pushed the three-legged armchair over in front 0' him, plopped myself in it and started tuh puzzle out what this apple meant by hollerin' Never Again. just sat there dreamin', never said a word, just thinkin' of how Lenori would never be with me again anymore, Then the room grew kinda' stuffy and I seemed tuh feel there 'was spirits in the room. Up I hops and started tuh rake ova' this crow, boy, I called him everything. I asked him if I'd ever see Lenori again and up he pipes, Never Again. Boy, this got me sore. and I tried tuh kick him out, but nothin' stirrin'. Every time I'd tell him tuh grab the atmosphere he'd just pipe back, Never Again. Well, this got me riled and I went tuh heave a book at him, but when I went tuh get up the legs o' my chair gave way and I hit the floor. I Woke up in a hurry and, boy, I felt glaclg it was gettin' a little too strenuous. After this, brother, you won't catch me readin' any o' P0e's yarns. FRANCIS P. KEANEY, '2'7. THE PLEASURE OF LOAFING Now that the swell days are coming and you can go any place without worrying about the snow, or without putting on a couple of sweaters, it sure is great to think that you can hang around with the old sun shining down on you! These are the days when boys hate to go to school and fellows who are working feel like giving up their jobs just to enjoy the good weather. This is the life of Riley! But you have to have a little money in order to lead such a life because one has to have a little style and in order to get the clothes you will have to go to work. But who likes to work when these good days are coming? Although you wouldn't enjoy it so very much if you didn't have some money to at least buy smokes and maybe help chip in for the hire of a car for a little ride, still you might take a chance on the weather alone. VVhen you hang around for about a week or maybe a month it is like everything else. You get sick and tired of it and want to do a little work again. Thus spoke the prophet of better days. JOHN W. MURRAY, '28, .L M. ,,., L. I.. M. 1 I I M

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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

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