Dennysville High School - Dentonian Yearbook (Dennysville, ME)

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22 THE GOSSIP This, however, does not dampen the salesgirl's spiritg she cheerfully pro- ceeds to show you some delightful samples of cotton stockings, size 8 1j2. It does not seem to matter, of course, that you wear a size 9 1l2. Finally you get out of the store, into the fresh air and stagger away to the depot to take a bus or a traing or if you are a for- tunate soul you may have a car. To- tally exhausted you thankfully relax a- gainst the cushions. All cares are for- gotten, for the moment, and you de- cide that maybe the day was worth the struggle. When you reach your destination and go into the house, someone shouts, Did you get this? that? etc.? You smile horridly, for, alas, the thought occurs to you that you may have forgotten something. All too true. You discover that you left the most important of your pur- chases somewhere along the way. But never mind there'll be another shop- ping trip soon. June Kilby '46 Dk Pk bk Pk FIRST HONORABLE MENTION A Better World or a Larger One A post war world means a sort of lazy world to me, and won't that be grand? Just think of the things that we won't have to do in the home that we have been slaving over for years. Of course this is only a teenage's idea of the wonderful world. I call it won- derfulg mom would probably call it laziness. I think of many things as I go from day to day, and I have summed it all up like this. I will give you an idea of how I like to live. I'll let you in on this muchg it will be a world of ease. First of all we will start with the morning, as that is when we begin the day. Wouldn't it be wonderful if: We had Frank Sinatra to sing, Theres a Hot Time in The Town of Berlin to wake us up each morning. We had a nice cozy room in the morning and some automatic device to take off the light covers over us. Then if we are too tired to rise, how about a magic mattress that will raise us up so we won't use too much energy? We go to get washed, push a but- ton and water comes trickling outg another button and the face cloth is next, ditto a third time and catch the soap as a place in the wall opens up just after we receive the wash- cloth. Step on a pedal and a towel will be seen coming out of nowhere. Press the buttons and the articles you have been using will go nicely back to place, much to please mother. We would have a button to push and a maid to rush out and dress us and get us ready for school. We press another button and our breakfast comes in on a slide to us. We are now sitting on a plush lounge. We were out late last night, so we are tiredg being this way, we have an escalator to take us to meet our auto- giro. By this time our pilot has a red plush carpet out, so we won't get our shoes dirty while crossing from the es- calator to the plane, and oi we go to school and try to get there on time. We meet some of our friends as we dip in and out of the hills. We invite them to ride with us. I'm afraid we are going to be late, so all we do is turn on our portable television set and tune in on our class- room, and take our lessons from there till we get to school.

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I LITERARY I LITERARY CONTEST A writing contest was held by the Junior Yearbook staff between Feb- ruary 1 and March 8, for the best short story, essay, and poem. One dollar was given for the first prize in each group. The judges were Mrs. Munson, Mrs. Grant, and Mr. Long- more. The results were as follows: Essay First prize: June Kilby First Honorable Mention: Martha Sanford Second Honorable Mention: Barbara Brown Short Story First prize: Eleanor Leightcn First Honorable Mention: June Kilby Second Honorable Mention: Janet Leighton Editorial First Honorable Mention: Alton Ward Second Honorable Mention: Marjo- rie Lund Poems First prize: June Kilby First Honorable Mention: Martha Sanford Second Honorable Mention: Charles Hobart Third Honorable Mention: Gloria McDonald Fourth Honorable Mention: Joan An- tone 2143121414 ON GOING SHOPPING Shopping really is a wonderful pastime. Pastime, did I say? Nay, it is virtually a lifetime proposition. For instance, it's this way: I arise bright and early and fresh in the morning. As we live quite a way from any shopping center, it will be nearly noon before I arrive. Of course the salesgirls will be out to dinner, but never mind, I have a memorandum, in just a the shopping will be over few moments. No aches, no pains! Any similarity, between that last statement and the blythe assurance of your friendly dentist, is purely in- tentional. Just as you have succeeded in snar- ing a salesgirl, or at least caught her eye, and decide upon the object you wish to purchase, you hear a, not so faint, Halloooo! You turn as if mortally wounded only to find yo,ur best friend beside you. The cry, some- thing between that of a dying calf and that of a fatally struck soul in bodily anguish, has been given by Jimmy, Johnny, Sally, your best friend, remember? But be honest pal, if they were your best friends, would they do that? I thought not but to con- tinue. Amid friendly advice and en- thusiastic criticism about the desired purchase, you are induced to purchase this, that or the other. Then, feeling somewhat like the hero of a one man raid, you are about to saunter indif- ferently toward the doorway, when NYLONS is shouted. In a split sec- ond, there is a mad rush and you find yourself carried along with the crowd. What a dizzying, whirling, madly fighting, mass of feminine humanity. When you finally reach the counter you discover to the salesgirls' appar-A ent surprise and distress that the last pair of nylons have just been sold.

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' HH' .U fn' I 1 I 1 i THE GOSSIP 23 Once at school two pages dance up to us and take our books and wraps. Then we begin school. We want our algebra book, it is in our desk. Why lean to get it? We don't have to. All we do is speak lightly, not to disturb our classmates and say sweetly, Al- gebra , and before we know it we have it in front of us. When our teach- ers ask us for our papers, a leather covered table comes up beside us on the row, and we put the papers on it, and they automatically go sliding down to the teacher in order. You may wonder where our algebra book comes from. Well, that was a micro- phone We just taked into. We do the same when we want the teacher, no more snapping the fingers or such. It is now lunch time and our maids rush up to us with a nice hot lunch and plush seats to sit on. CI rather go for plush seats and things of that kindj. If we are too tired to chew our food, we are given pills, and they serve as the same things as our food, and have just as many vitamins. Things like this can go on for ages. We can have mechanical dishwashers and Cmind if I coin a word?J puta- wayers. When we have automatic laundries and ironers, why we will never have to lift a hand! We will be told of course by the very old fashioned that We will get very stout doing nothing. We will fool them. There are many things that a person can do without working, and not gain weight. We can ski, swim, iceskate, roller skate, play golf, dance, slide, play basketball, ,foot- ball, and softball, besides horse back riding, all of which we enjoy every minute. Oh! What a. wonderful world! Dear me, some one has waked me up out of a very pleasant dream 3' please let me go back to sleep.flVIay,beisome- day I won't be dreaming. 'Maybe someday I'l1 have a house thatrre- volves with the sun, push button com- bined, and a television set in my hel- icoptor or just in my possession. Martha Sanford '46 PF PF HK PF SECOND HONORABLE MENTION Waiting for the School Bus I had much rather do dishes or any other thing than wait. Waiting for the school bus every morning gets on my nerves. Of course I like to go places: but when I'm ready, I want to go and not have to wait two or three hours for something else. Every morning I have to wait for the bus. It's better than walking I will agree, but it surely gets on my nerves to wait. I'm ready about seven-thirty each morning for school. Then comes the hard part of it all, sitting around with all my outdoor clothes on. After get- ting so warm I sweat, then I go out doors. There I wait a while until I get coldg then back to the house I go to store up more heat. g Some mornings I do this three to four times, other mornings I just get into the house to get warm when the bus comes, and I have to go to school with cold hands and feet. By the time we all get to the school- house, I'm nearly frozen. But life is life. Barbara Brown '48