Dexter High School - Signet Yearbook (Dexter, ME)

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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

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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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THE SIGN ET 15 runs the girls' camp in Muskoka, wants a young girl to teach swimming and diving. I've applied for the position and if I get it I shall be away during July and August. The girls are going camping the first two, weeks in June so you see I won't have much time for the office. All right, but remember the position is always open, her uncle said, smiling. Three weeks later a party of five girls boarded the steamer at Mayfield for the long sail up Lake Muskoka to Fairy Cove, where they were to stay. They were met by a gay party, and a tall girl with quan- tities of fair hair and dancing blue eyes acted as spokesman. I'm Emily Richards and these are my cousins, Billy and Francis. We've been dying for company and as soon as you are ready we want all of you to come over to our house for dinner, she announced. As soon as they reached their own cot- tage Dorothy collected her flock in the big living-room and a schedule was drawn up so that each girl would have her turn at different things. Betty protested because she could not cook but the girls said it was time for her to learn. To her dismay, she found she was to cook the first two din- ners. While they talked a mischevious look flashed into Betty's gray eyes, for she had just thought of a plan which she believed would soon end her cooking for the rest of the time they were in camp. When the girls started on trips of exploration next morning Betty was unusually cheerful, and warned them to be back by one. Sharp at one o'clock the girls filed into the dining room and found the table neatly set with a dish of scalloped salmon at one end and piles of tea biscuits adorn- ing the sides. When the girls had been served there was a moment's silence be- fore Dorothy choked suddenly and reach- ed for a glass of water. What's the matter, Dorothy? A bone ? Betty asked anxiously. Elizabeth Thompson, how much baking- powder did you put in those biscuits? she sputtered. Several tablespoons, returned Betty meekly. Wasn't it enough? The rest of the food was just as bad so the girls decided to appoint Betty bedmaker- in-chief rather than be martyrs again. Billy and Francis planned water sports for the last Saturday the girls were in camp. There were to be canoe and swim- ming races, diving stunts and supper around a bonfire afterward. In the canoe races Betty and Francis Richards came in lirst and Phyllis 0'Connor won the swimming race, beating Betty by a yard. In the div- ing contest, however, Betty found herself without a rival. The sports over, Betty had finished dress- ing and was ready to join the others on the shore, when Helen came flying into the cottage. Betty Thompson, she cried excitedly, Miss Knowles was here all the afternoon watching us and left just a few minutes ago. I guess you have made sure of that position this time, you lucky thing. I guess I have, Betty smiled bliss- fully. When Betty sank lazily into the sand beside Emily she noticed a distinguished- looking woman sitting beside Mrs. Rich- ards. Mrs. Richards asked what Betty had contributed to the feast. Not a thing, Betty confessed. I hate cooking. I'd rather do other things and so I determined to make the girls hate my cooking. I simply doubled about half the ingredients in the recipes, put in an extra dose of salt and pepper and baking powder so that the food was horrid. It worked like a charm. I haven't done a scrap of cooking since. She laughed delightedly, then suddenly became aware that the impressive-looking lady with Mrs. Richards was looking at her as if she were a sort of criminal. After the girls reached home Betty learn- ed that her rival, Phyllis 0'Connor, had received the coveted position. Phyllis did- n't' want it but Miss Knowles had said that Betty couldn't have it. Some thought it was because she had heard Betty's remark about cooking for Miss Knowles had not gone home, as the girls thought, but had been the impressive-looking lady with Mrs. Richards.