Deering High School - Amethyst Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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X I 'Q I 1 K .T 'iff' . , .A nate fa- ' f -rr tif? iv f ' il.. , -W f' . F. 1 A i X. '. i ix Lriiawi I -' IM . f .aflff 'Qt XX ff syn' ...mg-Lg. . N 5' kk y. -'ffi5fVl1lll'f A. Aff- al-: - A' 1' - I sax,-N , 7,. Fx? .f . 1:- e, ,. I l Ill ...,,,..,- gig, Page 1.1 gg The tAujg1'H YST Once inside I walked up to the large desk in the center of the room and there, sitting behind its marble top, was old Sam Saunders grinning and chuckling as he always did in school. He was all togged out-tuxedo with a white rose in the buttonhole and a shine on his patent leathers that took 1ny breath away. The recognition was mutual. VVell, haw, haw, if it isn't old Tommy Clarke I he bellowed and leaped over the desk and hugged me like a Frenchman. Boy, I was glad to see him. He straightened out my difficulties in no time and we spent a week attending all the shows and dances in the city. He took me to all the Chinese joints, too, including one in the center, where I was knocked for a row of ash cans to find Margaret Jacobs performing contortions in the middle of the floor, the like of which I hadn't seen since I saw the tango in Algiers. Believe me. I had some talk with her, but what was my flabagastonation to Find that she was a missionary of the Holy Rollers. Sam and I bade a hasty adios and hit for the wide and open spaces. It was an effort to say good-bye to Sam the next morning, but I had to-leaving that morning for Panama. I had a large order from an Indian chief living in Nicaragua and as there wasn't any landing field in that country I took a tugboat and started around. leaving my plane at Panama. W'hat was my surprise and delight to find the captain of the gallant old tub none other than our football hero- Bud Hawkes. He was glad to see me a11d surely demonstrated it when he fed me on beans. During the meal he asked me if I had ever seen any of the pictures that Rut' Drummond had painted. I expressed some surprise. so he showed me one. It was a very vivid, very beautiful work, depicting the garden of Eden. In the foreground was Eve prancing around in the garden patch, while Adam and the snake looked on approvingly. Bud claimed that Rut,s wife wouldn't have it in the house so he had to give it away. In an hour or so we reached Nicaragua and I waved farewell to Budf' Having delivered the yeast to the chief. I returned to Panama and from there hopped off for Peru. Engine trouble forced me down on one of the roads not far from Lima, and here I was tinkering on the old bus when a fellow who looked like a hobo came along and asked me if I needed any help. W'hen I straightened up and turned around I found that I was gazing into the features of sweet George Blanchard. I-Ie was carrying a large army knapsack and about his neck was a huge sign with a legend in glaring red letters. It read like this, Buy Blanchard's False Teeth-They Satisfy. The shock of recognition was mutual, but Blanchard was nearly overcome-he fell on my neck and wept like a babyg and for the next three hours he spouted about false teeth, his still future wife, Deering, the weather, and Bob Richards. He didn't even stop when We left the ground and headed for Lima. He yelled all the way and this is how it ran: I met Bob Richards in England last summer-running an incubator farm in Hampshire. VVhen I came away Bob-was exchanging-had light with cook- eggs everywhere. CHere I couldn't hear any more as the motor took to howling, but after I had fixed it George started up his theme again with greater vehemencej: One of their incubators - didn't function - whole week - every- one wearing gas-masks-poor Bob-terrible raking-his wife-etc., ,u,J' me -s till far into the night. -of . I -v--5 - , r-. -1. X 741-4-'ga .J r V-:- f . A Y .1 V - 1. ,,- .sa---ig' , H., Y , - , E., jzfmq 4 .Z .,-K - V- ...f . .- x.-s M V - kg g :M 'Q S - ff' ' Y, Y X, 5- , C.-1-Q -H N 4 . . -.safgaf Bax' ,., .-tis. '--. '-- rg L . 'kgiiys - , . , .I , ..-X - Y - . s W - - 4 1 -..-.Cf-,,, . Y Q, -, 4 .I 5 r .Y A v Y, aging f ala, X W- .,,,, H ff' V. ' 'f E ,-5 'W K . - A -- - ,fx . - - -ff' .3-'fx , s .,-- . til! E., .- X.-. -f's:f .1 . . -Lf 12- :ffm-4-. -0-P-vrzis e

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The QAMETHYST fqge 13 FUTURE HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '28 july 8, 1940, I'IOUNDVILLE, IQENTUCKY. Dear .Siizvoolrmllisi I haven't written to you for a month. so I'm making up with this long letter. Things have been rather bottom-side up down here for the last few days, so I'll begin at the beginning and let you have an earful. NVhile working in the south field today I noticed an aeroplane acting as if it had a stomach ache,-in the sky. Pretty soon it decided to drop and landed in my garden. After I had pulled the operator from the wreckage, covered with grease, oil, gasolene and profanity, I foundf that it was Thomas Clarke, of all people! I put him up for the night and the next morning found him all right, except that he was a trifle sore both in mind and body. During breakfast we swapped stories and in a little while he started to tell me of his ad- ventures, which, believe me, made some yarn! Here is the whole thing, as well as I can remember it: After graduating from Deering I bought an aeroplane, by sell- ing that motorcycle of mine. and started out to sell Magic Yeast cakes over the world. It was a very successful venture and I paid my way through college by that method. Graduating from college I settled down in N. Y. with my wife-a very nice girl whom I had met in Zanzibar, Africa. For some reason or other she didn't live long, poor girl, so I took up my old job-selling yeast cakes. My first stop was at Saint Petersburg, Florida. I didn't sell a cake there, so I prepared my ship for the next hop, which would be to Vera Cruz, Mexico, but the darned engine wou1dn't function, so I turned to a nearby garage for help. A mechanic was forthcoming all right, and soon was burying his nose in the bowels of my engine for an hour or so before he found the trouble. That bird charged me twenty bucks for the iob and he made me so mad that I went in to see the boss. XVhen I got in I saw a little guy with glasses on sitting behind a big desk and I thought he looked familiar but couldn't just place him. The argument took nearly an hour and was so hot that we used algebra to prove our points. Now I'm pretty good in mathematics. but when I saw that brand I gave up. All right, Mr. Dick Cobbf' I said, for I had at last recognized him, here is your money, but I still think it is a raw deal ! NVell, Thomas, he sighed loudly, I don't get all the money-fifteen of it goes to my wife. The poor thing, seeing that side of the dispute I shook hands and left. In half an hour I was on my way to Vera Cruz, Mexico. I-Iere I had some very bad luck getting by the customs, and if I hadn't had some extra money I'd 11CVCl' have got in to see the Secretary of the Customs. I managed to arrive, that is, I got as far as the outer office, for the guardian of the sacred portals was our own pretty Mal Berry. NYe talked so long that I nearly forgot my errand, but she remembered for me, so I gave her some yeast cakes for her eleven children and entered the oihce. ,f' t x V , Z 1 inf: , ,, , IQ, A., ff fi r .f y , NJ pf- ,fm-. ' fi .,. ,uw jfftl i f.,,f,, ,I , ,W , Vw I , . I f X 4 if x r ' eu . --s mag ,:., -.gl A gg wi, ,WR A' A' gf, . v I'fL:A.:,Ag- --,' -V, - Y ,., - -, .V -is , ,A, ,ny ,- - 1- ,Y-v, . ,,w.

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The QAMETH YST Page 15 My I-Ie sold a pair of false teeth in Lima so I managed to leave him. About noontime I went into one of these combination beauty parlors for a shave and general clean-up. ' As soon as I had entered I was pounced upon by a barber wear- ing one of those little wagglers called French mustaches: with him was a dashing young lady manicurist. I gave one look at that face behind the weeping willows, and the hair on milady's head and saw my former class mates-Munson VVhite and his wife, janet Quincy. They were tickled stiff to see me, and Munson gave me a whale of a shave. only nicking my nose twice. They were both talking at once, and janet was polishing my finger nails and washing my head at the same time. Between breaths I managed to make out what they were saying. It seems that they had been doing business in Lima since 1930. Munson has three Cadillacs and a Lincoln now, so I guess he is doing a fairly good business. In a short time I was on my way to Buenos Aires. So many ad- ventures followed that hop-off that I'll just skim over them. In cross- ing Brazil I was forced down on a small pampas near a jungle and there happened to run across I-larry Kemp, who is collecting bugs for the Biology department at D. H. S. My next stop was at Port Stan- ley, an insignificant post off the coast where I met Dot Fenderson carrying on a very successful Old Man's I-Iome there. She claims that old men die more quickly in a hot climate-and maybe they do. Dot always had an eye for business. anyway. My next stops were in London and Paris. In London theylre all reducing at a line new gym that has just been erected near Times Square. I found out that Mary IVilliams, Wfinifred I-lodgkins, and Wlinona Harrison are the owners. I went down to see them, but left in a hurry,-if I hadn't they would have had me in the sweat box, or running the hundred. If you ever go to London. stay away from that gym. You can tell when you begin to get to the danger line. because everyone living within a mile of the place eats spinach and owns a pair of trunks. In Paris I heard about some wonderful Hawaiian dancing in one of the cafes of the Montmartre district, so there I went and. believe mc. I saw some dancing! It was a cross between an African war dance and a town meeting. The hula-hula wench was our only Helen Larrabee. I was delighted. but she had so many dates after the per- formance that I was unable to see her personally. In the American part of the city I found Flora Robinson and Doris Flaws trying to sell automobiles, but the high life is getting them. Flora conhded to me in tears that all they had sold one week was a Ford, and that had been returned. Doris said that if she didn't sell something pretty quick she would have to eat onions or teach Physics. I gave the girls one good square meal and they sure wrapped it up. Flora gained a pound in a half hour and Doris was not far behind. I left for Africa that night, because after watching them consume food I didn't want to be convicted of murder. My next stop was in Fez, a little town in llflorocco. The whole town is buzzing with gossip and I guess it is mostly true at that, though gossip rarely tells the truth. In order to find out I went to the American consul. According to him three Ainericans fwho. by his descriptions, I guessed to be Linwood Elliott, Bill Anderson, and V ,f N - Y ,gg-,V ,l V . ,. -1 i--7.7 J -v--gg f,l,,, , ,- --' 47 A ' 'T'1:'Y.Q-- 'V .4 V r In V V H M Y fg, ,. , X K ,,-,- ,.-,.--., ...fa--.., Ygv I-fx, :V .,g.::ffX-l1gg,,:' J . I is V ,X NX- J- j .e I I 1 I . a ,nl rf jill., V, f l' A. Y jj. X my .Alai get fi .I -lITzF:1wL.' .f ai mx i gm-:Q jr fi as raw' ' 3 2 llglzf -.N yi ' g ii' lf Ny i li 'll it flf til,g.LP' X i ,MIKE i ., Q ff , I ,. I , r w 3. f XEi,z.IH1,7. ---ty, If -'X 1 V 'I ,f ....,..i,,..,,, 4, J, fs., . 1-as J isps ' ., . ia.. gf... . -avi. ,aff-B .V-.rf