Dexter High School - Signet Yearbook (Dexter, ME)

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THE SIGNET 13 Our high school is one of the finest in the state. It should be our pride to keep it thus, not mark on the walls with pencils, throw waste paper around, or deface the seats or desks. We should co-operate in keeping the premises clean, both indoors and out. Let us not walk across the lawn, or throw paper about, because people judge us by our appearance. If it is neat, clean and well kept it gives a favorable im- pression. If it is untidy and disorderly, it is judged accordingly. Let us all cod operate to maintain a high reputation for our school. H. E. T. '26. -. . We, the members of the Signet Board take this opportunity to thank the mer. chants who have so willingly advertised in our paper. We also wish to thank the Columbus had three ships, Pinta, Nina and Santa Maria. C. Bates '27 had one, the Nina. Alas! Poor Clarence lost his Nina in a storm. Miss R- in Cxsar Class: What is the construction of -Mr. Bucknam? What the Junior thinks about the type- writer. His definition of some of the parts. Carriage-A four wheeled coach. Line space lever-A crow bar. Bell-Edward. Roller-Machine propelled by steam. Ribbon-A hair decoration. Type-Blond or Brunette. Scale-Do, Ra, Me, Fa, etc. DRAMA CAST: Jack the Giant Killer. Jack Bussy B. '28 The Giant CDoc.J Strout '28 WANTED A locket to carry a lock of hair in. R. Almond Ellms. When will-- Wood '28 get a hair cut? Page '26 shrink his feet? Morancie '28 shave without bloodshed? Bailey '25 get a girl? Boyd '25 float? B. Brawn '28 bob her hair? C. Prescott describing a battle ship. They had parrots and everything on it. Is it Hanson or Handsome Villa? alumni of the school for their loyalty to it which they show by buying a copy of every number of the Signet Miss Mower winked at Mr. Bucknam. Miss R-: Why, Miss Mower! Miss Mower: Oh! did you see mel? Wood '28-alias Jolly Roger, the love pirate. Freshman: Mower and Pease are get- ting pretty thick, aren't they? Witty Senior: Yes, but Mower is by far the thickest. N. Bucknem to a little child on the- street: Tell me I'm good looking and' I'll give you a quarter. Gasper practicing track. Was that a. mile we just ran? Smith: Sure. Gasper: It looked like two. Brawn '28 shows signs of becoming a. great naturalist. She has already htgken great interest in the Elm. None are so blind as those who will not. see. -Geometry Class. A few of the boys known as hair pin collectors will be glad when the girls again wear their flowing tresses-that they might, resume their occupation. Bed-time Story On last Thursday night Doc Strout put the shot 50 feet beyond Bull Ellms best mark. Then he woke up.

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12 THE SIGNET THE VALUE OF A SMILE Did it ever occur to you that your suc- cess is going to be dependent on the number of people who like you? Did you ever stop to consider what quali- ties in you would make other people like you? You, yourself, don't like a mean miser- able-faced, whining personality. You are repelled by itg but you are attracted by a smiling, contented, eager-to-please, inter- ested-in-you personality. At heart we, are all children, and we re- pel and attract others as children do. When we have left childhood behind us we can analyze our feelings and develop in our- selves the characteristics that made others 7 f ,- attractive to us in know that the face the world will have for others if it bears childhood days. We which we present to a powerful attraction always the expression of smiling confidence. So try smiling at more people-not grins ning, but smiling. to see the good in others. Kill the Try to really mean snarl and develop the chuckle. Watch the effect of thirty days of smiling, on yourself and on your work. If you are already a smiler, smile a little more. As you give, you re- ceive. Ask yourself this question, how many more people did I force into liking me to-day? Break the record in being at- tractive, by wearing a smile, to-morrow. L. S. '25. ' ' ' I f WHATS THE DIFFERENCE . Two girls strolled out of the high school, arm in arm, chattering of the events.fgof the day. Finally there came a lull in the gay conversation and onefgirl 'turned to her companion and said, i Gosh, Mary, have you got that editorial wrlften yet? I haven't finished it yet, answered the other, but I am going to hurry home and complete it to-night so that I can pass it in toJmorrow. I hope there will be some good ones for the paper,'n'don't you? Yea, I s'pose so, aiiswered Ruth, but Gee! Mary, I can't write an editorial. If I did it wouldn't be any good and it would be just one more for the teacher to correct and put into 'the waste basket. Well, we should worryI Il ' ' ' Why Ruth, cried Mary, It's our school paper. Of course you can write some- thing. Ruth looked doubtful, but she only said, Oh, well, what's the difference, and throwing a careless farewell over her shoulder, walked toward her home. The difference was this: One girl was fully alive to her duty toward the insti- tution which had for the last four years, been preparing her for life. It was a pleasure for her to repay that institution, in a measure, by doing her best for her school and its paper. Even though her editorial was not accepted, she had made an effort and she realized that nothing could be made worth while without an ef- fort on the part of everyone concerned. The other girl realized only that it was not easy for her to write an editorial and, therefore, did not propose to do so. She s'posed that she wanted her school pa- per to be a success but she did not know. Which girl do you think made a success of her life, the one who knew or the one who s'posed ? ' The young men and women who are now going to school make the future citizens of our country, and it is those who have a definite aim in life who make a success of their lives, not only for themselves, but for their fellowmen and for their country. B. E. '25, It is the duty of every good citizen to co-operate with his fellow citizens in all civic duties, regardless of social status. The best place to learn co-operation and team- work, is in school. The success of our school paper, our orchestra, our athletic teams, our class organizations depends on team-work. It is through this co-opera- tion that lasting friendships with our fel- low students are begun.

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H I H LITER RY ALONG THE ROAD We stood alone on the station platform, four girls, looking with dismay at the towering mountain peaks around us. We had missed connections and were stranded there without friends in a strange place. Our dismay did not last long, however, for the fresh mountain breeze set the vagrant Gypsy blood in us astir and the white road beckoned us alluringly. In a few minutes we had picked up our bags and were start- ing. That walk has since been called by different people, courageous, foolish and dangerous but we know that it was both necessary and wonderful. We started out on the automobile road through the Notch, with the next station twenty miles away at the end of the long white road which curved in and out beneath overhanging white birches, and dark hem- lock, skirting the sharp rugged grey cliffs, and running along smoothly at the foot of the soft green mountains. The day was perfect! There had been a heavy shower the night before and every- thingg was thrilling with new cleanliness and life. The birds were singing and the brooks babbled delightedly as if trying to obliter- ate the gloom of the previous day. There was nothing awful about the moun- tains then as they rose so high around us. Their very height and immensity as well as their beauty was inspiring. The rocky ledges far, far up on the mountain side were wet with rain and sparkled in the sunlight as if covered with snow. Here, reflecting the peaked shapes of the sur- rounding cliifs was a dark pool catching frequently a golden glint of sunlight through the shadowing trees. Farther on from over the tree tops came a crow flap- ping his dark wings high above us. Even his harsh caw-caw was beautiful in the stillness of the hills. Suddenly we came to a little bridge with water dashing and tumbling beneath our feet. Looking up we saw the stream as it came down the mountain side rushing and foaming, but dropping, dropping always to the rocky depths below, only to plunge on again to more rocky paths. It was most entrancing, but we could not stop. Always around us were the mountains, tall, majestic and beautiful, seeming to rise continually and move slowly back as we moved on, wending our way on and on, over the long white road. It was a day we can never forget and although the thrill it gave to us then can never fully be expressed in words, the memory of it is still firmly embedded in our minds, enriching our garden of memor- ies. Winifred Sanders '25, BETTY THOMPSON'S TRAYCLOTHS With a longdrawn sigh of satisfaction Betty Thompson came out to the shady porch where her uncle sat. Well, the ironing is done, thank good- ness, she said, That is, all but the tray- cloths. I always leave them for Alice. Pretty hard on Alice, isn't it? her uncle asked. Is that how you are going through life? Leaving the disagreeable things for someone else? Now don't scold, Uncle Joe, she coaxed. I've found that if one never learns to do the disagreeable things she never has to. Some- one always bobs up to do them. That may be all right, but if you work in my oflice I shall see that you have all the disagreeable things to do. Betty laughed. I shall not work in your oilice and have you boss and bully me, she told him gayly. Miss Knowles, who