Dexter High School - Signet Yearbook (Dexter, ME)

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28 THE SIGNET BURIED TREASURE Far away a whistle blew. Dinner time, called John, as he threw down his pick and walked over to where Harry was digging. About two weeks ago, these two boys, John Miller and Harry Burton, had found a small excavation at the foot of a hill, some distance from the small village of Deansville. Naturally they wondered what it wasg whether it was an abandoned mine or a hidden cavern. In fact, in the minds of these two lads ran many wild and exagger- ated thoughts. Boylike they decided to dig down further in order that they might satisfy their curiosity. Anyway, if we don't find any treasure or mines or caverns, this hole will make a peach of a fort, said Harry, likewise throwing down his shovel. The two boys set off across the fields at a great pace to their homes, for the labors of the forenoon had put a keen edge on their naturally good appetite. Harry, on entering his house, discovered his father talking with a strange man. He overheard his father say, Yes, about six years ago, I believe, when it was buried there. Then the reply, which startled him so that he nearly dropped the dozen eggs his mother had given him to carry over to neighbor Bean's, came in a gruff voice. Well, we've got to dig it up, Mr. Burton. You say it's at the foot of the hill on the orchard side. Yes, but I'll help you dig, do you think I'm going to allow you to reap all the bene- fit? All right, laughed the stranger, But when shall we dig? I can't dig until to-morrow afternoon. How will that suit you? Fine, tomorrow afternoon. Good-day, sir. 'Ihe stranger was gone and so were Har- ry's wits. What in the world are they going to dig for? That noon at the dinner table he asked his father what he was going to do, and his father answered, Pm going to dig for treasure, Harry, why? Harry did not answer at first, he was speechless and could only stare. Finally he gulped and merely said, Oh, He quickly finished his dinner and then ran over to Miller's. After giving three short whistles he saw John come tearing out of the house. Hurry John, hurry over to the cave, I'll tell you about it on the way over. Between breaths he told John that he had learned that treasure was buried right where they were digging. Finally, they reached the spot and im- mediately took up their shovels and went to work. Both boys never worked so hard in their lives as they did that afternoon. They toiled without stopping, for several hours. Are you absolutely sure that you know what you are talking about? asked John, incredulously. They buried this treasure confoundedly deep, if there's any treasure here. I'm positive that it's here, assured Harry. Soon they hit something hard. The earth flew thick and fast for a while and soon a mass of bones was unearthed. This ain't treasure, these are nothing but old bones, said John disgustedly. You fool, don't you know that Pirates always put bones over their buried treas- ure? John looked up and was about to speak when he heard voices quite near them. He soon saw Harry's father and a stranger near by. Hey, Harry, whispered John, Here's your old man. 'Ihe boys crouched low and hoped to re- main unseen but their hearts sank when they heard Mr. Burton say, Well, well, look here, it's all dug up for us, and what's that down there in the hole? Well, if it isn't those rascally kids. Thanks boys, for digging these bones up, all that's left of poor old Treasure, once a famous race horse. He continued to the stranger, I guess you can put that pipe through here now without any fear of these bones polluting the water. Robert Eliot '27.

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THE SIGNET 27 The style is so unmistakable that it would be recognized no matter how one tried to camouliage it. Ah, the clerk answered, that will not happen, these dresses cannot be exchanged, therefore, Madame, you need not worry. Very well, said Mrs. Draper, well pleased that her fears had proved ground- less. Kindly wrap it up and I will take it home with me. Soon Mrs. Draper started home in her Hupmobile sedan and quickly drew up at her beautiful home on Virginia avenue. She stepped from her car and walked light- ly up the walk, taking her box with her. Opening the door, she was about to start up the stairs when she saw her daughter in the living room. Oh,'Catherine, she said, hadn't you better go up and dress for the party? I rather like your idea of having the parties on the same afternoon but in different rooms. Oh, yes, I got a new dress for the occasion. So did I, replied the daughter, You know you suggested that we were both in need of new ones, and when I was down town this morning, I picked up something I liked. It really is sweetg I'm crazy about it. What does yours look like? Well, it is hard to explain, responded her mother. Let's go upstairs and put them on. I am ready now, are you? Come on. Sure thing, was Catherine's reply, a dress never looks the way one pictures it. You have to see it. Both women went up stairs. In the hall they stopped at their own doors. Well, said Catherine, laughing and ap- parently in high spirits, let's both go in, U change our dresses, and then come out at the same time. All right, replied her mother. Are you ready, daughter? Mrs. Draper called from her room a few moments later. Yes, mother dear, one, two, three, ap- pear, Catherine called as she hastened to open her door, while her mother did like- wise. A moment of painful silence ensued, so painful that it seemed an age, as each stood looking at the other wearing the duplicate. Mother, where did you get that dress? At Hudson's? Yes, she confessed. Didn't you ask if there was a dupli- cate ? inquired Catherine. I did, but they said that they had only one duplicate, and that it had been bought this morning by a young girl. It never oc- curred to me that it might be you, because I knew that you very seldom go there. I know, she said, I just took a notion to go in. Isn't it terrible, mother anl you so hate to buy a duplicate! What shall we do? Well, we can at least take one back. I am sorry, my dear, but they said that they accept no exchanges or returns. I am positive that they will make no exceptions. For a moment mother and daughter look- ed disconsolately at each other, then the humor of the situation revealed itself to them and both laughed so long and hard that their dresses were endangered. Mo- ther and daughter were both good sports so they wore the duplicates and acted as hostesses at their parties. Phcebe Hilton '26. THE What a wonderful thing the baby is! He is quite helpless, yet it will not be very long before he will begin to notice and to copy the very same things that you do and say. Here most of your responsibility lies. Whatever you do is all right for him to do or, at least, he thinks so, and if he grows up to be an honest man, part of this will be due to your iniiuence over him. BABY He is watching you all of the time, whether you realize it or not and you can mould his life in any way you desire. So don't forget that you have an influence, for good or bad, over every child with whom you come in contact, and that you also have a great responsibility. Rena Glidden '26,

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THE SIGNET 29 HOW JOYCE WON HER HAPPINESS Oh, to be happy for one whole month at least! groaned Arlene. Oh, I'd rather do anything I wanted to for a month, replied small Doris. Well, what's the difference? If you are doing what you want to, you're happy aren't you? said Arlene pettishly. Not always, answered Joyce, there is a lot --if' Oh, never mind preaching, broke in Ar- lene. If you could do anything you want- ed to what would it be? I'd travel every- where, and see beautiful things. I'd never wash dishes or do any work. What fun it would be! Oh, I'd like to play all the time. Never help mother or anything. Just play, said Doris. Why girls! gentle Joyce was disturbed. Well, what would you do? challenged Arlene. Joyce looked dreamily across the lawn, why, I'd be pleasant to everyone, help sick people, do errands for old people, and 1'd just love to go abroad and study music. The girls were sitting on the porch out- side an open window, one bright, spring day, Ruth Meredith, a girl of sixteen with discontent written on her face, her small, wilful sister, Doris and their cousin, Joyce, whom they envied for her gentleness. Aunt Beth sat just inside the open win- dow, thinking. She was going to Europe in a month, as she always did in the sum- mer. Somehow she hated to go alone this summer. She heard the girls talking. She listened smilingly, then stepped out to the porch. May I help you find happiness for your desired month, girls? she asked. Surely! Yes! Oh fine! chorused the girls. Very well, come to me to-morrow and I will give you directions for finding happi- ness, she said and disappeared. The next morning the girls trooped into Aunt Beth's room. She greeted them affectionately, and passed to each a small slip of paper. They thanked her and went out. Eagerly, the girls opened their slips. Each contained the same directions. Be polite. Be kind to everyone. Do er- rands cheerfully. Keep your temper. Try this for a week. Pass your reports to me at the end of the week. I'm sure you will find happiness. Aunt Beth. Arlene looked wrathful, Doris disappoint- ed, but on Joyce's face was the light of determination. Who could ever do that? snapped Ar. lene, I can't and I'm not going to try. I don't see any happiness in that, said Doris with disgust. Oh, girls, what fun. We'l1 try anyway, said Joyce exultantly. Then followed a week that seemed to be filled with opportunities for the girls. A little bird with a broken wing lay in the path. Arlene ran down the path, saw the bird and kicked it aside into the grass. Joyce came along, picked up the bird, bound his wing, and cared for him until he was able to fly. Grandma wanted some yarn. Would Doris get it? Immediately Doris began to pout. No she wouldn't. She hated to run errands. Along came Joyce, skipped away for the yarn and was back before Doris had stopped pouting. An old tramp limped up to the door and asked for a drink of water. Pm sorry, but I really haven't time to bother, Arlene told him. Joyce gave Ar- lene a pained look and got the water. Aunt Beth wanted someone to help her pack. She asked each of the girls but Joyce was the only one who had time to help. The night came when the reports were to be made out. While Joyce wrote rapidly, Arlene and Doris sat gazing at their pencils. Well, what had they done? Surely they must have done something kind. They thought of numerous hateful acts but not one good one. Again they trooped into Aunt Beth's room. Joyce was the only one to pass in a report. Joy, that's fine, said Aunt Beth, after reading the report. Turning to the other girls she said, I'm disappointed. I thought