Dexter High School - Signet Yearbook (Dexter, ME)

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ll I ll l 1 U , ' I 1 I KXNX I ANNAPOLIS, ALIAS CRABTOWN Crabtown, which, in the vocabulary of a midshipman of the U. S. Naval Academy means Annapolis, Maryland, is a queer, quaint city. A Northerner entering it is pleased, confused, and astonished by his surroundings. Tlhe city in appearance is a combination of ia small modern metropolis and an old-fashioned colonial town. Its houses are crowded closely together, and only a few of them have lawns. Many are perfect examples of colonial architecture, and have been wonderfully preserved. The streets of the city also astonish the traveler. These narrow, cobblestone thor-A oughfares seem to be wandering among the houses, and going in no particular direction at all. Indeed, some of them run into houses, or walls, and therefore end abrupt- ly, while others have no end at all, but merely go around in circles. In fact, near the center of the city, there is one street which forms nearly a perfect figure eight. It is difficult to imagine ihow, in a city with a population of about sixteen thousand, all the people can earn a living. It is par- ticularly difdcult in this case, for Annapolis has not a single industry of any kind, its only income coming from the Naval Acad- emy, and the thousands of visitors and tour- ists that visit it every year. However, the city itself has some entic- ing attractions for the tourists, for An- napolis is one of the oldest cities in the country, and was the first capital of the United States. Indeed, the original Capitol building with its large wooden dome is still standing, and is being used as the Maryland State House. Of course many additions have been made to it, yet the former build- ing has been kept the same. One room in it is specially interesting, because of the fact that General Washington resigned his commission there after the Revolution. The spot where he stood while doing so, is mark-

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24 THE SIGNET The third meeting was held January 23, 1928. William Dunham was chairman and Mary Dyer, secretary. Five of the members told stories and Donald Palmer and Doris Hutchinson 'gave a dialogue. Aifter that, Mrs. Slater conducted an amusing game. The fourth meeting was held February 27, 1928. Norman Hatch was chairman and Doris Hutchinson, secretary. After the usual ibusiness meeting, games were then played. Following are the members of the French Club: Doris Hutchinson Verna Frost Donald Palmer Robert Eliot Avis Titconrb Charlotte Eliot Vance Wakefield Norman Hatch Doris Smart Helen Palmer Donald Blake Althea Mower Veronica Clukey Ernest Piooler Mary Dyer Elizabeth Ham Imogene Goulette Pauline Ramsay William Dunham SENIOR PLAY T'he Senior play Backbone was present- ed April 18, at the Town hall to a packed house. Due to the efforts of Mrs. Kelley, the coach, Mrs. Blake, and the cast, the play went olf very well. Dennis 'Cleaves was the eiiicient lbusiness manager and Jack Cheney the capable man behind the scenes, while Mrs. Slater looked after the properties. The class made Va profit of over one hundred and seventy-five dollars. The member-s of the cast and their parts were: Rob-ert Eliot Mr. Henry Easton-Whose principal accomplishment is making mon- ey. Helen Palmer Mrs. Lucile Easton-An .adep-t at diswbursing the fruits of Henry's commercial saga-city. Evelyn Cleaves Elizabeth Easton-The attractive daughter. Ernest Pooler Mr. Barton-Owner of the department store. Bernard Morancie Fred Barton-Son of his indulgent father. Nathan Bucknam Willie Scott-Who lets well enough alone and 'plods along in the belief that he amounts to nothing-un- til- Norman Hatch Wilbur-Office boy at the store. Frederick Coughlin Collector for Install- ment House. Rose Ganeau Kate-eMaid at the Easton home. Charlotte Eliot Miss Woodward-Who believes in the stars. Margaret Morrison Marion. Verna Bryant Dorothy. Harold Kittredge Joe. Dennis Cleaves Jack. Chester Strout Tom. A candy table, under the 'management of Ellen Ganeau, assisted 'by Theodora Dyer and 'Christine Aucock was a welcomed addi- tion to the evening's performance. This sale netted about 32000. Other parts in the party scene were taken lloy Althea Mower, Lyndon Shields, Doris Smart -and Beatrice Brawn. Excellent 'music was furnished by the high school orchestra under the direction of Mrs. Smart. GRADUATION PARTS Helen Palmer, Rose Ganeau, Robert Eliot, Nathan Bucknam, and William Dunham are to give the parts at graduation. D-oris Smart, Verna Bryant, Theodora Dyer, Ernest Pooler, Chester Strout, Bern- ard Morancie and Harold Kittredrge have the class parts that are to be given at the banquet at the Exchange Hotel.

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26 THE SIGNET ed lby a large bronze plate, which is placed in the floor of the room. Another interesting place in the city is Saint John's College, which is one of the oldest schools in the country. It was found- ed in 1696 as King William's School, but later the name was changed to the one used at present. On the campus of this college there isa giant popl-ar, which is called the Liberty Tree. This tree which is more than six hundred years old was the scene of many colorful events in Colonial and Revo- lutionary history. In 1752 the colonists met there to sign a treaty with the Indians, and before the Revolution the citizens used to gather there to hear the patriots arraign King George. Then after the War, Wash- ington and Lafayette, standing there un-der the same tree, addressed the people of An- napolis. Thus, We have Annapolis, a busy, modern city, capital of Maryland, seat of the United States 'Naval Academy, and yet in spite of all these things, still retaining its quaint colonial and Revolution-ary appearance. Donald Palmer '29. ' AN ADVENTURE AT SEA Laughing and dancing, rippling and smil- ing, tossing her green tresses in glee at the playful antics of the breezes, the sea chal- lenges us to come out and 'make sport with her. Again, her lovely -bosom bared to the skies and rising and falling in langorous rhythm, she beckons alluringly to mankind. But be- ware,+she is a beautiful siren luring us on to our doom. She is a charming woman with laughter on her lips, but with treach- ery in her heart. She compels us to love her, but she loves not in return. I used to love her. My blood used to tingle gloriously in my veins -at sight of her. Deep within me there used -to be a wild in- pulse to forsake all and follow her, but alas, there is no more. Why, you ask? Ah! thereby hangs this tale. Listen carefully and let these words sink deep in your minds. Turn a receptive ear to this warning, so that, if perchance, this lovely temptress should try to wreck your ship of life, you like Ulysses of old might srpurn her en- chanting wiles, and sail serenely along. Hearken! One glorious morning, two summers ago, my aged father and I awoke in our cottage by the sea to feel an overwhelming desire to sail out on the deep, and catch some fish for our dinner. The call of the sea, the glorious tang of the salt air filled us with a joyous exhilira- tion. We started our little motorboat, made ready our fishing lines and bait and headed for the open sea. A half-hour's run and We were on our fishing ground, live miles from the mainland, close to some sunken reefs and ledges, over which the waves broke merrily. We anchored, let down our heavy cod- lines and waited expectantly to see what the 'great grab bag of salt-water fishing might yield us. Soon, we were hauling in cod -and -haddock, with now and then a dog- fish, or a sculpin. Once my line caught on lbottom and when I jerked it free and hauled it to the surface, I found a soft, pulpous, shapeless lump of white flesh impaled upon my hook. Father said it was a species of sea urchin which clings to the rocks as does ia barnacle. After 'having caught enough for our needs we tired of this sport. It is wet, dull, nasty and monotonous. Compared to the thrill of fresh water fishing it is very uninteresting, -this hauling up of logy, heavy, stolid cod from the deep. Looking about, I perceived a warning note in the lowering iblack clouds in the North. The swell was deepening. The light green waters darkened. 'The waves began to fbeat threateningly with an angry roar over the ledges. The wind freshened. My father, old in the lore of the sea, said that a storm was brewing. Hastily, we hauled in our lines and prepared to leave. The sea was nofw very rough. We would rise straight up to the top of a .great comber and then with a sickening lurch, pitch down into the trough of the sea. The bell bouy off on our right began to toll a