Dexter High School - Signet Yearbook (Dexter, ME)

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30 THE SIGNET was called was bought 'by a wealthy man from Philadelphia who wished to make it his summer home. A great .problem confronted him at first. How could he move it? Finally, some men were 'hired who were skilled in such work. They bought a huge scow, the largest in the world owned by the New York, New Haven and Hartford Railroad. This had been used to carry ten loaded freight cars at one time. Thus the contractors were able to transport the house successfully. T'hey promised not to injure a single thing in the grand old mansion, not even to crack the old plaster or paper. The chimneys were not to be 7 taken -down, but left standing, tied together like four sentinels. Even the original old granite door .steps were to be put in place when the house should reach its destination. The contractors waited patiently for a fair, calm day and then started with their precious freight. Slofwly they 'moved down the river and past the many islands, while interested people all along t'he way gazed at the strange sight. At length, the old house reached its new land home and now seems a part of the town. But another chapter has been added to its varied history. Horace Field 729. M. E. DYER BROADCASTING FROM STATION F. A. Y., DEXTER The whistle has just blown! The game is on! Capt. Bucknam barely got the tip- off. The ball is fast traveling around the hall. It is new in Pea.se's hands. Oh, a corking pass to young Bucknam and yes, Bucknam is going to shoot. Will he .miss it? No, the ball went clean through the net. The ball is again at center. The op- posing team has the lball. They are holding it. Bewildered and excited the red 'haired youth is trying to make a pass. The ball is now on its way 'to the guard but it did not reach its mark for Palmer with a swift and high jumrp caught the ball thus break- ing its course. Bang! The first quarter is over. The score is N. H. Fay 2. Columbia Falls O. The two minutes of rest are up. Our boys still look fresh but the Falls boys are panting and breathless. They are off! Bucknam missed the tap. Columbia Falls has the iball. Now, they mean business. They are doing some clean pass-ing that is bewildering our boys. The opposing right forward has the ball. Pease is guarding him closely. He fumbles and with a quick movement Pease has the ball. He is gain- ing much ground. The opposing team can- not stop him. He stops, he is taking aim and now the ball is flying in a straight course for the basket. Oh! What a neat one! Again at center. Bucknam has the ball. A quick pass to Gallant and Gallant is now shooting. He got it. Dexter has regain-ed their courage. Young Bucknam now has the ball. A grand opening. He shoots and two more points are advdedl Col- umbia Falls is tired, not of playing, 'but of trailing our fast quintet. Bang! The half is over. Dexter 8. Columbia Falls, 0. Folks, you should be in Dexter tonight, witnessing the cleanest, fastest game of the season. I hope I am conveying to you the excitement that is being shown. The time is up. Oh! The boys of 'both teams are looking muc'h fresher and stronger. There goes- the whistle! Buclnam gets the tap. The whistle is blowing. Foul on the opposing center for 'poking Bucknam while jumping. Bucknam is now in his position at the foul line. He shoots but misses. The ball is again at center. The red 'haired fellow -has the Iball. He is drib- bling, Pease is on his trail. The whistle. Foul on Pease for hacking. The .Flalls boy shoots and gets it. Their first p-oint of the game. They are jumping at center. The ball falls in Gallan.t's hands only to be grabbed at the -same tlime eby a 'Falls boy. Jump ball. Oh, -Columbia Fall's center is aiming, he shoots and gets it. Bang! The third quarter is over. Dexter 8. Columbia Falls, 3. Both teams are now sweating and tired.

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THE SIGNET 29 n't been for the crippled soldier, which you wanted to throw away, the Americans would have been captured, he continued. He is the bravest of all my tin soldiers, and I will make him a general in my 'battle tomorrow, since he has his other leg. With this thought in mind he went soundly to sleep. Robert Bucknam '30, . A VILLAGE AMONG THE VERMONT HILLS In a quiet little village in the hills of Vermont, I saw the early home of our presi- dent. What is now the gen-eral store and postoflice was the birthplace of President Coolidge. T-he store 'has but one .small room with two large iwindows, one on each side of the door. One counter displays sou- venirs of Plymouth. Some of 'these are post cards, address books with pictures of Plymo-uth upon them, pine pillows, and books. In this store wie can purchase any- thing from a postage stamp to a pair of shoes. Beyond this room there is another which is furnished with old-fashioned furniture. In the center of time room is a mahogany table with a mat and 'oil lamp upon it. In one corner is a desk on which is a register for the use of tourists, supplies for writing material, and a picture of the 'Coolidge fam- ily. Around the room are .several easy chairs and on the wall pictures of the presi- dent's ancestors with gilt frames. This room is used only for tourists. Beyond this room is a screened-in porch which has tables set for lunches. This little village off Plymouth lies at the top of a long steep 'hill. It can scarcely be called a vill-age for there are but five or six buildings. One of these is the little white church, another is the home of the presi- dent's late father, two are private homes, and the other is the general store and post- oiiice. . Until the past few years this little village has known no excitement. I fear in those years it has had enough to make up for those past. The private hofmes have been made into tea rooms, and gift shops. A farmer's field 'has been used for 'parking cars. The daily routine of these quiet fam- ilies has been completely changed. About two weeks after the death off Cal- vin Coolidge Jr., there were so many tour- ists visiting the cemetery that secret ser- vice men were stationed along the road. Some of these people were carrying away 'bits of earth and stone for souvenirs. It was said that every state in the Union but one was represented in one summer. The curiosity of the public was so great that this tiny village witnessed much excite- ment. - Just outside of Plymouth we .may see a tumlble-down set of farm buildings. Here lives a little old man who used to go to school with Coolidge. He raises turkeys and each year this man raises one for the president's Thanksgiving dinner. It is well worth while to take this trip for the scenery alone which is among the Hnest in the state. Grace Call '21. THE HOUSE THAT TOOK A SEA VOYAGE One of the strangest things seen by the summer people and residents ailong the Maine coast two years ago was that of an old colonial mansion taking an ocean trip. It was moved from the pl-ace where it had stood so many years, perhaps a hundred, at Phippsburg, loaded on a scow drawn by several powerful tugs- and given an ocean voyage of about sixty-five miles to Rockport, where it was to be transplanted and restored to its original beauty. The old mansion or S'pite House as it

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THE SIGNET 31 Lemons- are being given to them. They surely need them. The crowd is frantic. Time is up. Both teams have determined looks on their faces. Jump center. Dexter means business. The ball is passing around the hall with exhilenating speed. Gallant shoots. Three cheers he gets it! The opposing center gets the tawp. Columbia Falls has the ball. A pass but not a igood one. The ball is rolling towards the stage. A wild scramble that ends in a tie lball. Again the Falls have the ball. Traveling. Dexter out. Young Bucknam has the ball and passes it to Pease. Pease is way back. He aims and once more the ball makes a straight line for the basket. A marvelous shot! The crowd is in an uproar. This is Dexter's game all right! 'Two minutes :more to play. Fall-s has called time out. But it's too late now for they are trimmed. My! The Falls' are roaring! They are making a last attempt. They 'have the ball! The forward is shooting. He got it! Jump at center. They still have the ball. Such passes! The center has the ball. He is shooting. And my! He got it. The local boys are bewil- dered. Once more at center. Bucknam gets the tap. Palmer now has the fball. He passes to Gallant and Gallant pivots out of reach of his guard and makes a. short pass to Capt. Bucknam. Bucknam aims for the basket but Bang! The game is over. Dex- ter 12. Columbia Falls 8. The Dexter fans are in an uproar and the local boys are getting much applause and praise. Please stand by for station announce- ments. THE OLD He still lives over those vivid days of the past, when cannons thundered and men died bravely for glory. In 'his old arm chair, faded by the years, he sits, and on a wide verandah overlooking a broad expanse of the Potomac he gazes thoughtfully. With his beloved pipe in his mouth he softly wafts wisps of smoke which perfumes the air with its fragrance. Reminiscenses slowly per- vade the fog of his aging brain. Suddenly he seems to straighten and his thin should- ers draw ba-ck. He is remembering the charge of Pickett's men at Gettysburg, for he is a remnant of that gallant group. His eyes light up with pride and a warlike fire glows, where before there was nothing but calm and peace. Now and then, one may elicit from hin1 stories of the war, replete with action and filled with 'pages of unlimited adventure, but he is reluctant to disclose those treasur- ed memories to the banal world. One's humor and pathos are kindled when he ob- serves the soldier attempting to fire his old gun, his hands barely -able to lift it, his un- steady legs crazily holding their equlibrium. SOLDIER But 'he is young in spirit and in heart. He does not notice that he is slowly aging, he is still a youth living in bygone days. He is separated from us across the gulf of years and his inner self dwells not in the present. Remoteness has cut us off from him but he still remains a kindly spirit, a genial soul, who in moments of talkativeness ebucidates to an interested audience scraps of venerable information, here and there a glimpse of Lee and Shiloh, now and then, a view of the Yankee gen- eral at Appomatox. In the old soldier one catches glimpses of a day to come when senility will 'grasp us, perhaps not with a rough hand, but with gentleness and assuaging kindness. He is the incarnation of a passing era, and in him, is prevalent the knowledge that one can remain young in spirit though he is old in years. His very being breathes of an essence that is pure and holy and em- blazoned in an undying light-he is the old soldier. Ernest Pooler '28,