Dexter High School - Signet Yearbook (Dexter, ME)

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ll . ll al . hlmli If lf, is .i ill. I Doris Hult-chinson, Editor MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD Hidden -away in a dark closet there is a picture of my-self which I still -preserve as one of the links which binds me to my childhood. 'Once in a while I take it out, and gazing aut it, dream of the days when I was merely a small child. Memories keep crowding into my mind-memories which grow clefarem' as the years fly -by. Mother had left us all :al-one, 'Daddy and me. Although I was a litble -girl wi-th a small appetite, I loved bananas. So, hand in hand, we went down the long, long stairs which led into Dad's general store. 'Cut- ting off a big bunch -of the yellow fruit, we began nto eat. How delicious they tasted! But my .greed got the better of me, and when M-other -arrived home fthat night -she found a very sick girl in bed, with a con- scious-smitten father anxiously waiting on her. Feeling very grown-up in my pink dress, which reached to the top of my high sh-oes, I nodded yes. The little fair-haired boy Ef.f?R 'Ry Orissa Frost, Assistant m-anfully paid .the fare and we sat down together in the fer-ris-wheel. Up and up we went, way up into the heavens un-til it seemed as if we would be kidnapped by a star if we did not come to earth before long. J-ust as we reached the- highest point, the wheel suddenly stopped. The -stars and moon disappeared as if by magic-and it commenced to rain! Big, splashy drops- wetting us through and through. And then, as suddenly as it had commenced, it stopped. The moon, accompanied by the stars, once more appeared, while the wheel 'continued with its customary motion. A trick of the gods had certainly been played upon us! -Sport was my dog-just -a little black and white happy creature. Through the long summer days we rollicked and played in the woods, through the fields and by the lake. And in winter we ploughed together through the thick snow, pals in every sense of the word. 'Missing him one day, I -set out hoping to find him in our favorite

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24 . THE SIGNET -L. 1C. 'S-mith Silver Pin Christine Aucock Underwood 'Certificates Clyde J efweibt Imogene -Goulette Franklin Johnson Carmen Clukefy Underwood 'Silver Pins Verna Frost Christine Aucock Underwood Bronze Pin Imogene Goulette Underwood Gold Pin Christine Aucock Royal 'Certificates Ernest Gordon Imogene Goulette Christine Aucock Veronica Clukey Mary Dyer Clyde J ewett Melvin Clark Franklin Johnson Lucina Richardson Imogene Gouletbe Bibian Higgins Clyde J ew-ett Geineva Pooler Marguerite Sawyer Donald Worthen Julian Ambrose Norman Chadbourne Carmen Clukey 'Carl Crawford Winnifred Dyer Alma Folsom .Ronald Hall Blanche Haseltine Gertrude' Richardsor Harry Westgate Norman White Phyllis Worden Dorothy Marsh .Linwood Haseltine William Smart Helen Worden Leslie Johnson 'Simonne Landry Otis R-oberts, Jr. Madeline Smart Albina Crosby Norman Hatch Raymond Wentworth Gold Pins Kenneth Brawn Thayne -Champe-on Ernest Gordon Clyde Jeweitt Pins Royal .Silver Pins Ernest Gordon Christine Au-cock Mary Dyer Royal Gold Christine A-ucock Imogene Goulette Veronica Clukey Clyde' Jewett Ernest Gordon Bookkeeping Awards Certificates Kenneth Brawn Chrsitine Aucock Thayne' 'Cham-peon Melvin Clark Willard Clark Veronica Clulcey Mary Dyer Samuel Fellows Verna Frost Ernest -Gordon Imogene Goulette Bibian Higgins Clyde Jelwctt Franklin J ohns-on Geneva Pooler Marguerite Sawyer Seth Taylor Donald Worthen Arline Folsom Silver Christine Aucock Melvin lCl-ark Veronica Clukey Mary Dyer Samuel Fellows Verna Frost O Julian Ambrose Norman .Chadbourne Carmen Clukey Carl Crawford Winnifred Dyer Alma Folsom Rona-ld Hall Blanche Haseltine John Irvin Raymond Kittredge Frances Nuite Frank Nuite Lloyd Nutting Francis Richard 'Lucina 'Richardson Gertrude Richardson Harry Westgate Norman White Phyllis Worden Pins Raymond 'Kittredge Frances Nuite- Frank Nuite Lloyd Nirtzting Francis Richard Lucina Richardson Melvin Clark Franklin Johnson Willard Clark Seth Taylor Donald Worthen Penmanship Awards Commercial Diplomas Blanche Haseltine Albina Crosby Carl Crawford Gertrude Richardson Ruth Hill Grace Call Beatrice Thompson Simonne: Landry Francis Richard Ruth Ham :Madeline Smart The Honor Roll in Typewriting has the following names: February, Ernest Gordon, 48.6 March, Christine Aucock, 51.2 April, Christine Aucock, 60.4 PENOBSCOT COUNTY 'SI-FORTHAND AND TYPEWRITING CONTEST Our -school was represented at the annual county conrbest, held at -Bangor 'High 'School on May 4th, by 'Christine Aucock, Veronica Clukey, Carmen Clukey, Ernest Gordon, Norman -Chadbourne, and Raymond Kitt- redge. 'Christine Aucock 'won first p'l'a-ce in Class B Typewriting, with a neut speed of 59,4 words per minuifte, while Ernest Gordon was third with 54, land Veronica Clukey six- th with 45. Christine Aucock was present- ed With a blue ribbon badge for first place, 'and a silver loving cup which i-s to be the property of the -school for -one year. Ernest Gordon was given a white ribbon badge for third place.

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26 THE SIGNET haunt-a cave in fthe woods. Whistling merrily, I final-ly reached the forest and there, directly in my path, lay Sport with a cruel trap on his foot. Leaning over, I touched his still body, only to find it cold and lifeless. Alas! he was dead! Cruel, cruel world-why must it take from me my comrade and play-mate? I burst into tears and lay there weeping, until even the gold- en sun wearied of watching and sank below the purple hills. It was thus that my fa- ther found me with Sport clasped in my arms and wet tears still running down my cheeks. I was sleeping with the heavy sleep -of childhood, while -Sport was sleep- ing, never to Walken again. I well remember the day I took my bro- ther's squirt pistol to sch-ool. When I ar- rived, the little boy sitting across the faisle dared me to 'squirt it at the teacher. And I did! Int struck her squarely in the glass- es, and although it caused much amuse- ment among the children, .poor little Avis was made to st-and in the corner f-or the rest of the forenoon! ll' if all ak 511 It is with a 'sigh that I lay aside the little picture. But soon I smile fhap-pily as I visualize the long span of years, filled full of joys and happiness, which stretch out before me! Avis Titcomb '29. 9' JIMMY AND LOVE Jimmy stood with the note in his hand. Again -and again he read it- My Dearest Jimmy- Please do meet me at th Oaks this after- noon at three o'clock. I shall be waiting on fthe settee by the pond. Your adored Mary. P. S. You will recognize me as I shall wear my white sport costume. ' Jimmy folded the letter, returned it to the envelope, placed it in fhis pocket, and heaving a great sigh of pure bliss, turned and entered the house. At exactly two-fonty-ive he emerged from his home and started toward the Oakes a fifteen minutes walk from his home. Prompstly at three o'clock he 'arrived at t-he park and proceeded toward the bench by the pond where he saw a graceful figure in a white sport costume. He paused to admire her as she sat fac- ing 'the lake unaware of his presence. He liked the saucy tilt of the small white sport hat which covered a mass of curly black hair, that wonderful twist to the black and white scarf, and fthe graceful carriage of the head. Surely 'there was not and could not be a more beautiful person in the world than the one who sat before :him now, his Mary. Creeping up slowly be-hind her he placed his hands 'over her eye-s and whispered softly, Guess wh-o, adored. She stood up, turned and faced him and - Merciful Heaven! he ex-claimed. He fa-ced, not his adored Mary, but an awkward colored girl, who ejacul-ated, Lawdy, Mis- ter, I thought you was Rastusf' Frances Richard '30. GARDENS There are many kinds of gardens. There are those that are tended by expert hor- ticulturists, whose flowers are forced to grow in measured plots, an-d whose trees and hedges are cruelly clipped into all sorts of odd, fantasticsha-pes. There are those in which the blossoms are choked by weeds, for no understanding hand has cared for them. Brut the garden I shall have is nestled between two hills of velvet green. It is an enchanting garden, a cheery nook, where larkspur and phlox bend to the breeze in graceful dance. A generous rose opens her petals to a buzzing bee in search -of honey. Sun flowers and hollyhocks hold fri-endly competition to 'see which will first reach the top of the mo-ss clad wall. The garden races down to the foot of the hill, and is there, most frantically shooed back again, so that the fiorwers are forever nodding hither and thither, bewildered about which way to blow. There is a bird bath in fthe suniest corner, where vain robinls meticulously preefn their feathers, making themselves beautiful for all the flowers to see 1Such a bautiful, peaceful, cheery place-can it be real? Perhaps, some day,-now, it is only my garden of dreams. Pauline Ramsay '29.