Erskine Academy - Pinnacle Yearbook (South China, ME)

Text from Pages 1 - 38 of the 1922 volume:

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BRIGHTON CARLSBAD SLEEPING WEAR Embrace all the finer points that as- sure the wearer, solid comfort Sold in Augusta by Beane CS' Cross The Womerfs Garments by D. W. Adams Co. f H. MOSHER Dealer in BUTTER and EGGS Farm Produce in Season Tel. Con. Weeks Mills, Me. Compliments of b Mrs. A, B. Morrison WEEKS MILLS, - MAINE FRANK A. DOE GROCERIES and PROVISIONS BOOTS and SHOES Tel. Con. Weeks Mills, Me. l H. O. SAMPSON HARNESS MAKER and AUTOMOBILE TRIMMING East Vassalboro, Maine Telephone 14-2, South China. :::: ::1::::::::::::::::::::5oooc .L -4,-:I::::::poooc::::: -----ofA--A -A-90004: THE PINNACL VOLUME VIII NUMBER 1 SOUTH CHINA, ME., MARCH, 1922 Published by STUDENTS OF ERSKINE ACADEMY SOUTH CHINA, MAINE fP'rintecl by City Job Print, Waterville, M e.j BOARD OF EDITORS : EDITOR-IN-CHIEF ...................... ABRAM GLASER, ALUMNI EDITOR .... LOCAL EDITOR ...... -- ..... DOROTHY FARNSWORTH, EXCHANGE EDITOR .... BUSINESS MANAGER ATHLETIC EDITOR-.. LITERARY EDITOR-- -- .......... LEWIS TURNER, PERSONALS EDITOR .... SENIOR EDITOR ..... JUNIOR EDITOR ......... SOPHOMORE EDITOR FRESHMAN EDITOR- In -------------FRED TURNER, - - - -MERRILL THOMPSON, ---- ---------AUDREY FOSTER, -- ..... VERNON BOYNTON, EX -----DORIS SHUMAN, ----EMMA GASPER -----VERNE JONES ---------LEE BASSETT --..-MADELINE BARTON, 9 3 7 I' --'fl ---:pooc--J: LL :::oo:::::.:::o:: 'V 2 THE PINNACLE f . 1 1 wk, , 1 fzm llllz Sl ,fu W1 S7 A as , 1 ORIALS fd r , ffllnmlzflzlf f 1. 15 :lf ff' V f A f We have succeeded in reviving the Pin- nacle, which has not been published since 1911. The board has endeavored to present a paper that will meet the expectations of both the students and the people. Our success if there be any, is due to the faith- ful work of the editors, the kindly assist- ance of our schoolmates, and the untiring efforts of our teachers. We hope that when we lay our pens aside, the class of 1923 will take them up and carry on the work with a spirit that will carry the Pin- nacle to the very height of success. I THOUGHT. It was the month of June, When the grass was tall and green, The air was full of fragrance, And flowers beautiful were seen. The clouds floated o'erhead Unfolding the sun on high, All was so gentle up there As fleecy objects covered the sky. Now I sat there on the green, Pulling grass from the sod, And thought how it was constructed- How?--I blamed it all to God. If you only had His power,- Did you ever wonder thus? Arid sit in His golden tower To reign this world of us? There's lots of things to consider Do you think you could manage all, To feed every plant and flower, And answer to everyone's call? Think! Could you do it better? That's what I thought as I sat. To yourself would you give more pleasure? But of happiness none df that? And, as I thought it all over, The animals, flowers, birds of the air, The trees, fruits, seasons of the year- I prayed, thanking God for their care. VERNE JONES, '23. L. X . Q. x lm., A THE PINNACLE 3 Lf ' if? ,iv O ' I I I f Qfal' ,. sf-...fs .w 'i .sr THE BLUE BOY. For nearly a century the Blue Boy had hung over the fireplace in the library of the Grosvenor Manor at Carnelworth. Young Duke Grosvenor, owner of the large estate, loved to sit before the cheerful fire and gaze at the Blue Boy, who always seemed to be smiling down on him. During the last week Grosvenor had seemed sad and depressed. Some great anxiety was weighing on his heart. He had just lost all of his vast wealth in bad investments. The Carleton Deep Mines in South America, in which he held thou- sands of dollars Worth of stock, had proved utterly worthless. All his inheritance lay in these stocks. Now he had nothing but his beautiful home. Indeed it would bring him a large sum of money on the market, enough to enable him to live comfortably the rest of his life, but must he sell Gros- venor Manor, the home of his ancestors? No, no, he could not do that, but how was he to obtain money to keep such a large house running, and also keep himself in the social world? All these things passed through his head. He had racked his brain for an answer to the problem, but now he knew none could be found. He had put the old house on sale and with a heavy heart, he sank into his large comfortable chair before the fire, to en- joy his last evening at home, which after tomorrow would be his no longer. He picked up a book lying on the table, en- titled, The Earls of Grosvenor. Listless- ly he read chapters here and there. What was this! The Grosvenor Treasure. Oh, yes, he had heard his father and grand- father speak of it many a time as lost. Three generations of Grosvenors had sought for it with no avail. Now it was a thing of the past. Closing the book he laid it aside, and turned toward the fire. How cheerful it was, crackling and glow- ing as if nothing had happened. 'Tho flames turned, and leaped, casting rippling shadows over the room. He glanced at the Blue Boy, who smiled at him. How could he be so happy? He would have to go with the house the next day. Grosvenor hated the thought of parting with him. More than a score of times he had been offered thousands of dollars for the famous old painting, but for some reason it seemed attached to him. The Blue Boy smiled more than usual this evening of all even- ings. Why! he was really moving, with his feathered cap in his handg he stepped from the picture to the mantle, and thence to the fioor, coming to a stand beside Grosvenor's chair. Don't be sad, he said, extending his hand, your career has not yet ended. Listen to qmy story- One hundred and fifty years ago, I was painted, as you know, by the famous Gainsborough. What a picture I made! A few years after I was sold to George, Prince of Wales, then was bought later by Earl Grosvenor, your great-grandfather. It was a large sum he paid for me, but what of that, didn't he have millions beside an uncornparable treasure? He built this magnificent iireplace, especially to hang me over and above all, for a reason that no one in this world knows except me. There I have hung untouched for nearly THE X ' TT PINNACLE Wf W f K 3 '-' 65 ffl: Three generations had sought for it with po avail. L P 7 THE PINNACLE 5 a century. Now the time has come for me to bring forth my secret, that I have so carefully guarded all these years. Behind the upper left hand corner of my gold frame you will find a tiny spring. Press this and-3' Bang! a door slammed in the library. Duke Grosvenor rubbed his eyes, the Blue Boy was no longer beside him but was smiling down on him from his frame, as unconcerned as ever. Grosvenor felt very strange. He recalled every word of the Blue Boy's story. Could it be that the long forgotten treasure had been revealed to him in such a miraculous manner and was at that moment concealed behind the painting? It was a foolish affair of course, but he would look just the same. He slowly rose from his chair and moved it before the fire. Stepping onto this he reached up to the left hand corner of the gold frame. He could scarcely believe himself on seeing a tiny spring concealed there. He pressed this and the Blue Boy moved slowly aside, revealing a small door in the wall. This proved very hard to open as it had remained closed for years, but Grosvenor succeeded at last. The door swung open revealing a large cavity in the wall. Here were laid many bags, rotting with age. As Grosvenor picked up one of these the bottom dropped out. What a sight! Diamonds, rubies and other prec- ious stones came rolling out, glittering in the firelight. The Blue Boy has saved my home and happiness, murmured Duke Grosvenor as he lifted shining eyes to the smiling face on the canvas. DOROTHY FARNSWORTH, '23. WEAVER'S UTILITY SATCHEL. When the train came into Hilton from New York, one summer day, a passenger stepped off. He took his satchel and valise and went over to the restaurant across from the station where he had dinner and 'checked his baggage. The casual observer saw a young man of about twenty-five years of age, tall and well built, with light hair and steel-grey eyes. He looked like a young man just out of college, but Ned Weaver had a past, and one that had been full of strange happenings. X X Ned Weaver was a crook, whom the New York authorities had been trying to get for some years. He was not a com- mon person but of the highest class. He was a safe breaker. Many a corporation's safe had been blown open, the contents taken and not a clue left. The police of nearly every large city in the state of New York were anxious to get their hands on him, but it was useless. They at last ap- pealed to Washington, and Detective His- ler, the shrewdest man in the Secret Ser- vice had been sent. Weaver's last job at Albany had not been done so smoothly as the others and Hisler's suspicions had been fastened on him. Weaver decided to take a rest from his labors and incidently to throw Hisler off his track. Therefore on the advice of a friend, he bought a ticket for Hilton, Iowa. After a good meal, he walked out of the restaurant and sauntered down the main street to look over the city, that was to be his for a time. Hilton was a small 'city with a popula- tion of about fifteen 'thousand with sev- eral industries located on the Messon river, and on the direct railroad line to San Francisco. Weaver walked leisurely through the streets, and, turning a corner, came face to face with a young girl. She was of medium height, dark cornplexioned, large, soft brown eyes and a clear skin. Weaver caught his breath. He had seen many pretty girls, but not one had inter- ested him as this one did. He was too well bred to turn and stare after her, but he did want to know who she was. He looked around and seeing a young boy, went over to him and asked who she was. The boy replied that she was Flor- ence Curtis, and after this information, held out his hand. Weaver understood and taking out a handful of pennies dealt them out one by one, asking questions in the meanwhile. When his stock of pennies had gone, he 8 THE PINNACLE found ,out that the girl was the daughter of John H. Curtis, president of the Hilton Trust Company, one of the wealthiest men in town, and of much infiuence, but best of all, that the young lady was unmarried. Weaver completed his tour of the town, and when he turned back, he had made up his mind that Hilton was not such a bad place after all, and that he would stay for a time, at least. In order to do this he must find work to avoid suspicion. At the end of the Week he had made ar- rangements to settle down. He bought out a well established shoe store, retained the same manager, and to the residents of Hilton he looked like aI successful, young business man who had decided to locate there. Two years later Hilton was pleased to see in the local paper the announcement of the engagement of Miss Florence Curtis, daughter of John H. Curtis, banker, to Edward Weaver, a popular and rising busi- ness man of the town. A week before the wedding, Weaver told his future wife that he was going to St. Louis to buy a wedding present and to settle up some business affairs. He took his satchel, which had not been opened during his residence, in the city. Mr. Curtis' married daughter and his two children, little girls of about five, were visiting at this time. The Trust Company had just installed a new lock on their large safe. It was a time lock of the lat- est design, and Mr. Curtis was anxious to show the family how it worked. They all went down to the bank and to escort Weaver to his train. The door of the safe was opened and unnoticed, one of the little girls went in and the door closed behind her. The others hearing this, turned around horrified. The safe couldn't be opened until the next morning, having a time lock on it, and no one but the experts in Chicago couldqopen it. This would take a long time and the child would smother. Florence begged her lover to do some- thing. He hesitated but a moment. Tak- ing ofi' his coat, he rolled up his sleeves and opened his satchel. It contained the T, best set of burglar tools in the country. He was going to give them to a pal of his in St. Louis. He arranged each bit of steel as it was to be used, and started on the safe. In ten minutes he had the safe open and the child came out unharmed. Unnoticed, during this time, a short, middle aged man had stepped into the doorway, and had watched the proceedings. When he Was through, Weaver looked 'toward the door and with a start, recog- nized Hisler of the Secret Service. He knew that he was caught and fairly, too. Weaver walked up to Hisler and hold- ing out his arms, said, Well, HiS1e1', here I am. Hisler, with a trace of a smile on his lips, looked Weaver over and replied, Why, man, what are you talking about? I don't know you, and with this he turned and walked out. ABRAM GLASER, '22. THE SOPHOMORE'S LAMENT. O, why did Caesar build that bridge? Why did he cross the Rhine? If he'd only had an aeroplane, 'Twould save me lots of time. At any rate 'twas not required To tell just how he made it, In four short words he could have said In iiumine pontem fecit. ll If I could only have the chance Of doing what I wanted, Pd take and cross out lots of things That have us Sophomore: haunted. The second periphrastic:-whiz! From Caesar's book I'd sever, The supine and the gerund, too, I'd put away forever. And when I'd finished all my task I'd pass this weighty law, All indirect discourse to be skipped In CAESAR'S GALLIC WAR. W. C. THE PINNACLE 7 ON THE DOUBLE X. Oh, dear, I wish I knew what to do about it, sighed Margaret Linchelle. Dad is away and won't return until Fri- day and it is only Tuesday now. Bill Jackson, the foreman, is in with the rust- lers, I'm sure. Five of the best horses are gone and probably more will be gone unless something is done soon. You know, Peggy, that I will do any- thing I can to help you, replied her friend, Connie Evan, of the Big U. I should think you would tell Dick Jordan and he can find out if Bill is really one of the rustlers. He would do anything for you, she added with a laugh. Nonsense, replied Peggy, But I guess I'd better tell him. Shortly afterwards Connie left, and Peg- gy walked out to the corral where she saw Dick saddling his horse. Lo Peggy, he said, pulling his big hat off, What 'can I do for you? After returning his greeting, Peggy glanced around to make sure no one else was in ear shot. Then she said, Dick, you know live of our best horses have been rustled, and I have a feeling that Bill knows more about them than he will admit. Last night there was a good moon and I saw Bill ride over toward Still Creek, at about nine o'clock, alone, so I thought I'd better watch him. I saddled 'Lightfoot' and followed him but he had disappeared completely. Peggy, promise me you won't do any- thing as foolish again, begged Dick, You never can tell what rough men, like rust- lers, would do if they caught you. I suppose I'll have to promise, but you'll try to find out more about it won't you? I was just going to follow those tracks, replied Dick, that were found leading out toward Creggs Pass, when you came out. Bill told me to trace them today and find out where they go, so if you don't want anything more I'd better be going. So- long. Bye, called Peggy after him as he started to the further side of the corral. IS! He found the tracks and followed them closely although his thoughts were on Peggy. He had followed the trail about four miles when he stopped short with an exclamation, and leaping down from his horse examined the tracks, then mounted and whirling his horse, set out at full gal- lop for the Double X ranch. Meanwhile Peggy had returned to the ranch house and had just got settled in the living room with a book to read, when she heard a harsh voice in the kitchen. Peggy, come here, Bill was calling in a commanding tone. When she stepped into the kitchen rough hands reached out from behind the door, and she was quickly bound by two ugly looking men. Bill, standing over her, said sneeringly: So miss, you think you are pretty wise, eh? Well, we're one ahead of you this time. Dick is following a trail that will lead him right into my men's hands, and you, my pretty miss, are here helpless. Now, Jack and 'Sharpy' and I are going to clean up the horses and we will be too far away to be caught before anyone comes. Now for a nice kiss- Hands up every one, said a voice from the doorway. ' Oh, Dick! cried Peggy. Dick walked over to Peggy and cut her bond, keeping his revolver pointed at the three men all the time. Taking 'all their weapons, he said, Now you clear out and if I ever hear of any of your gang this side of Cutley Mountains, I'll fill you full of holes and hang you up for crow food, scoot! And scoot they did, and in a hurry too. Oh, tell me how you got away from Bill's gang? cried Peggy. Well, replied Dick, About four miles out on the trail I began to suspect that it was a put up job and when I examined the tracks I saw that they had been made by the same horse from the shape of the right fore shoe, so I turned and came back, and you know the rest. Oh, Dick! was all that Peggy could say as Dick drew her closely. MYRTIS SANBORN, '23. , 1. 3 , THE PINNACLE CAMOUFLAGE. Alphonse Rosignal-or in plain United States, Phonnie-had been actin' queer all day. Because I was his feller worker and pal and also because I had been doin' most of his work that day I decided, when twilight had settled o'er the earth and when we had et and lighted up, to ask him whatinel ailed 'im. He sighed a sigh what was a groan, spouted a dark brown spray through a couple o' teeth that made theirselves conspiceous by their absenceg and hustled out: Jacky, I'm in love. Just like that. He didn't even give any prelim- inaries. I looked over his heady started to whistle, and noticed, in a shiny piece o' tin that we used for a mirror or looking glass when we needed one, that my eyes was bulgin' out, my nose a twitchin', and even my ears was tryin' their best to warble their disbelief, under a season's growth of highly tempered hair, which is a kind what looks like dead ground hemlock and is very tough and is very-ah-auburn. Seein' that I was doing my best not to phone for the police or the asylum, which is a place for the rich and crazy, Phonnie ventured a further explanation. Yes, you see that I was a readin' a pa- per this morning? I nodded, bein' all that I could do under the circumstances. Well, he said, I saw where a lady, who had only been married twice, wished to get hitched up. He stopped here to git his breath and I sez, D'you think that any woman in her right mind would marry a bullet headed, leather skinned, bewhisker- ed, ole snake like you? Beauty only runs skin deep, he replied as cool as a steak in a hot skillet, And 'sides any woman what gits married ain't in her right mind. After he had unlimbered himself of this philosopherical statement he says as though he was Andrew Vanderbilt order- ing a nickle's worth o' licorice candy, Now Jacky, I'm goin' to write to Marjorie VVhite, this bein' the lady's given name, by return mail, and, as I can't write and think at the same time, I'll talk an' you'1l write what I say. We arguefied pro and con, me takin' the stand that when he married I would have to go out and face the cold, cruel world alone an' he settin' down and sayin' that I could stay and be the servant or hired man or something like that. At last I give up, Phonnie always was setter on his ways 'n a balky mule. So we com- menced. He started talkin' an' I started writin': Sweetheart:-Bein more of orator 'n a writer I am doin' the talkin' an' Jackey, my pal, is doin' the stenographerini I am 42 years old. I wear whiskers what kin be shaved off, if need be. My health is ex- cellent an' I have 13 teeth. I hope you don't think 13 a unlucky number 'cause in my case it ain't. I smoke a clay pipe and chew B. L. cut plug an' gum when I take a notion, which is quite frequent. Now Deer, as you know all my past history and know that I am what I am and will be changed to nothin' else, will you let me git down on my knees to ye and say in a voice trembly with fear and emotion: 'Will you become Mrs. Alphonse Rosignal or in com- mon every day talk, Mrs. Phonnie?' I am your devoted admirer and sweet- heart, Alphonse Rosignal, otherwise Phon- nie. P, S.-If you don't git this letter within three days please write so that I can write another for I am waitin' in suspense. Alphonse alias Phonnie. Now writin' this here love letter was not so easy as it seems to you for We had to express it in our best English, and at the same time convey to her what we meantg but takin' it all in all it wa'nt so bad, bein' our first. For four days after this Phonnie was a regular bunch o' nerves. He went to the P. O. four times a day and stayed there 'most all night as the P. O. was also the General Store. On the P. M. of the fifth day he came steamin' up to me at the rate of about 30 miles per hour and at the same time, wavein' his hands an' singin' It's come, it's come, it's cbme, it's come, to the tune that a wood saw makes when it goes through birch wood. Well he finely calmed down enough to give me the letter , an THE PINNACLE 9 and cough and remark that I would have to read it as he had left his glasses to home. I opened it an' saw that it was writ in the smoothest girlish handwritin' I've ever been forced to look on. It ran something like this: Dearest Phonnie! fsuch a dear namej, I received your epistle three days ago but instead of writing a note to let you know that I got it all right I decided to make this letter do for both the note and the ac- ceptance of your proposal. Oh Darling, I can hardly wait for the time when our arms shall steal around each other and our lips Will meet in our first kiss. You have no idea how I have longed for you in spite of the fact that I have not seen you. There I must stop this nonsense and bid you good- night. Your loving Marjorie White. P. S.-I forgot to state that a friend is writing this for me as I can't write my- self, but we don't care do we, dear? HM. W!! At the close of this letter Phonnie near went wild with joy. He patted me on the back and even offered me a pipeful of to- backer which of course I didn't accept. It took us three days to rig Phonnie up and to answer the letters what Marjorie writ. But in the end it was worth the three dollars and twelve cents we spent. It was on the night of the third day that the bride-to-be was goin' to arrive and it was arranged so they would meet at the church and I was disappointed 'cause it was so dark that I couldn't tell whether she was tall or short, small or big, but that didn't hinder Phonnie any, he walked right up to the carriage, helped her out, kissed her and even paid her fare. VVhen she alit, iive others tumbled out after her and when Phonnie sez in a caressin' voice: And who are these dear? she sez in a voice soft and low, an' musical, Oh, these are the children, this is John, this is Rastus, this is Jimmie, this is Mary, and this is Lily. Phonnie was some taken back, but he stood up under the blow like a man, and lied, Pm glad to know you and welcome you as my children, I hope you like to work? Well, at last Phonnie suggested that they go in and have it over with. As they neared the church Marjorie acted scairt and Phonnie put his arm around her and growl- ed endearments and said that if she didn't like to look at the people and have them stare at her, she could put her heavy black veil on. I knew he was hittin' on me' cause I seemed to be the only one present, but as it was dark, I groaned an' let the insult go over my head. Marjorie put on her veil an' we entered the church. The parson looked solemn an' wise, an' wore glasses. He said to each, Do you take this man to be your wedded wife? and each replied emphatically, I do. They started to leave an' I nudged Phonnie an' asked him if he wouldn't like to kiss the bride. He said that he thought she would be scairt so I said that all the audience would turn back to, that body bein' me. I turned 'round and presently my private thoughts was broken into by a scream from the lady, an' a cuss word-yes actually a cuss word from Phonnie. Then before I could turn facing them the lady hollered A white man, and poor white trash at that, and Phonnie echoed feebly but manfully, A nigger, a real nigger. By the time I got so that I could look at them, I saw that the lady was in hysterics and that Phonnie had fainted. I put in a emergency call for the insane asylum and one for a ambulance to take Phonnie home With. That night after I had fed Phonnie his supper, which consisted of a teaspoonful of milk and a little fatherly advice, I hap- pened to glance at the title of the paper where Phonnie had got acquainted with his bride. It ran something like this: The Colored Sentinel. For the colored populace. VERNON BOYNTON, EX-'21. MY DREAM. I had a dream the other night, A horrid frightful dream! I shudder to recall the sight, So awful did it seem. I thought I was in the schoolroom, 10 THE PINNACLE But the scholars all had fled, While many murdered lessons, Rose up as from the dead. First came poor dog-eared'Latin, I wept as it passed by, Then up rose stale old Algebra, Those black letters caught my eye. Then troops of themes and Roman kings Dashed in with one frightful cry, I woke to find those books on my desk, Staring me- right in the eye. THELMA COOPER, '25. THE FIGHTING SPIRIT. It was in the winter of 1776. Wash- ton's army had received defeat after defeat and was now camped at Valley Forge. The soldiers were half clothed and half starved and many were leaving for home. Around a little campfire, a dozen of these patriots were seated, one cold day, when a tall, gaunt, young man rose and threw more of the old boards on the fire, then facing the gathering, said, with fire in his eyes, Boys, we will fight it out and show this tyrannous king what the patriots are made of. And so they did, with Elijah Randall doing his part. Our next scene is the third of the battle of Gettysburg, before the wonderful charge of Pickett with his confederates. In these lines was a young man who resembled his father, Elijah Randall, Sr., very much and who was fighting for what he thought to be right, the same as his father did before himg but he was fighting in a hopeless cause. George Randall, the fourth generation from the beginning of this story, travelled all the way to the little town of Shawmut and enrolled in Hilltop Academy, the old high school where all the Randalls for the last three generations had attended. Hill- top Academy had a gymnasium and sup- ported a fair basketball team, winning a little more than half of its games the year before. Young Randall had little diiiiculty in making a back position on the team his first year, since he stood six feet and weigh- ed around one hundred and sixty. They won about half of the scheduled games as usual, but did no starring. The next year Randall played center for Hilltop and his coach saw a great future for this young man and also for Hilltop. He developed speed and had a great eye for the basket, scoring more than two-thirds of the team's points for the Whole year. Dur- ing the entire season they lost only three games. But the marvelous thing about Randall that most people could not under- stand was that he could play better and fight harder for his team when defeat seemed certain than in an easily won game. This was the old fighting spirit of his grandfather and great-grandfather, that had counted so much among their fellow- men at Valley Forge and Pickett's charge. A great season was looked forward to in Randall's senior year and perhaps a cham- pionship for Hilltop. Randall went out for center as he had for the last two years and easily made his place, but after win- ning several games from some of their best teams, he seemed to lose his great ability andfighting spirit, and when two large able bodied, young basketball players came from the city, he slowly lost his place to one of them, by the name of Hilton, and took the place of sub-center. The team won all of its games and was to play against a city school, by the name of the Brownell Institute, for the state champion- ship. The date 'came and the boys journeyed to the city with Randall along as sub-center. The Hilltop boys had confidence, but were not used to the large fioor and were over- whelmed in the first half by a score of 22 to 8. Hilton did not seem to be doing his best for some reason, and when the second half was three minutes old, Hilltop's coach turned to look over his substitutes, and as he turned he met Randall just coming tow- ard him with a look in his eyes he had never seen before. With a pleading voice Randall said, Coach, put me in, I will do my best. The coach eyed him for a mo- ment and then remembering Randall the previous year said, All right, go in. Ran- dall pulled his sweater off and then called his men together and talked to them stern- THE PINNACLE 11 ly for a few minutes, then hopping to his place in center gave the signal that he was ready. The ball went into the air and Randall, jumping like a fiend, tapped the ball lightly into one of his forward's hands, raced down the hall and received the pass, before anyone was near enough to guard him. The ball was seen to drop clearly through the hoop. Randall's only thought now was to get his hands on the ball, which happened very often, and when it did was almost a sure basket. At the end of fifteen minutes the score was tied, 26 to 26, and as Randall passed the timer, he heard him say, one minute more. Almost instantly the referee's whistle sounded and he shout- ed, Foul on Brownell. Randall grabbed the ball and darted for the chalk line. The ball rose gently and with a swish dropped through the hoop. Almost the same instant the whistle blew, and the game was over. Hilltop had won by one point and was champion of the state. With a rush the Hilltop cheerers were on the floor, and rais- ing Randall to the shoulders of two husky boys, gave him a furious ride over the hall. He had surely shown the spirit of his ancestors-to keep on fighting although de- feat seemed certain. LEWIS TURNER, '23. OUR BASEBALL TEAM. The members of our baseball team Are rather small in size, But the home runs that they knock out, Would fill you with surprise. There's not a fellow on it, But he'll try to do his best, And if he ever gets a chance, He'll knock the ball out west. The other teams don't have much show, When our lads are at the bat, We could knock the ball across the fence, And win a score on that. It's spirit that they cherish best, No matter what may come And with their pluck and batting eye, The game's as good as won. MARION BROWN, '25. ADVENTURES OF THE WIND-SPIRIT MAN. Prologue. Terranus, the spirit of the wind, had the form of a man. His dad was the Tornado. His mother, the Cyclone, each rulers of the atmosphere. But Terranus preferred the home of the primative man and there- fore in behalf of his desire, his parents, on his ninth birthday, gave him the body of a human being and placed him in the jungle of Africa, where he might live and enjoy his spirit powers. 3It was late in the afternoon one quiet summer day. The elves of mother West Wind were playing incessantly over the brow of a muscled giant of the forest, who was sitting on a slice of granite, crunch- ing hungerly on a piece of raw boar's flesh. Eighteen years had passed since Terranus, as he was called by the Afri- can jungle tribes fbecause of his swiftness, like the tornadoj, had become one of the wild forest members. He loved this life of danger and solitude, and seemed to his forest friend, Nature, a part of it. As he devoured the delicious steak the rays of the afternoon sun fell in dazzling tints over the coarse locks of his coal black hair, giving him a look of magnificent beauty and splendor. At last his magnitude of hunger satis- fied, he threw his graceful form at full length upon the verdant banks of a bab- bling stream and quenched his thirst with swift gulps of clear water. Then feeling a lust for adventure, he called the wind spirits to his aid, and as the ground opened swiftly to his summons, he decended to the realms of Purgatory, to intrude on the domain of old Nick. Fifteen minutes later he found himself in the main furnace room of Satan's pri- vate parlor, and, before another half de- gree of time had passed, he had the sat- isfaction of being safely concealed behind a box of kindling watching with delight the movements of man's great adversary, who was arranging the furnace dampers. As he watched, a dare-devil look, half a smile, half a frown with perhaps a trifie of sar- casm, crept across his face. Now wouldn't it be fun to take out a section of that 12 THE PINNACLE pipe, and fix the dampers so that it wouldn't turn, mused Terranus. Finally old Nick, having arranged mat- ters to his satisfaction, left the room. After giving a hasty glance after Satan's retreating form, the lord of the African jungle glided with swift and stealthy steps to the back of the great furnace. The heat regulated, Terranus was about to take apart the pipe, when a suppressed, Oh, my sir-! vibrated against his ear drums. Whirling, with a lightning like movement, the spirit of the wind found himself facing the fairest damsel of the under world. Rays of light filtered through the draft, rebounding, in enticing beams, from against her fair cheeks. On her lips there seemed to be a mute appeal. As Terranus gazed at her, for an instant their eyes met, and to him there was a sweet fascination stealing out from under the velvety lashes, which seemed to hold him in spell bound awe. For the first time during his wild life, the man who loved nature and the elements alone, felt a different thrill of devotion surge through his heart, and the blood quickened in his veins, as he asked in a voice which carried a tremor of feeling, Who are you? Oh, sir, she answered, advancing tow- ard the wind spirit man. I am the prin- cess of Venus, and just because I carried on a iiirtation, a small one at that, with some of the neighboring Star princes, I was proclaimed wicked, by the King of the Constellation and given to Old Nick. Surely I was not guilty of a crime which deserved such punishment as this, do you think? she questioned with a hopeful smile. Terranus gazed with admiration at her lovely form, and answered, One like you could surely never sin. Is there no chance of escape? I am watched very closely, she re- plied, but perhaps if you- I will do all in my power, for your happiness and free- dom, he finished for her. Now follow me, he directed simply. Without further words the two, Terranus in the lead, swiftly left the apartment. One hour later found them creeping slow- ly through the outer hall of Purgatory. Soon they were at the foot of the crack where Terranus had descended, but the entrance of the ground was nearly closed up. Terranus called to his brother windt spirits but they apparently did not hear, and before he could useqany miraculous means in aiding their escape, the slam of a door was heard back in the hallway, and Nick appeared followed by seven human imps. Swift action followed and ten minutes after the scene of conflict, Terranus and his friend from Venus were rising up tow- ard the surface of the African jungle, through the fissure, which had now opened. Back in the hallway lay the dead bodies of seven men, while out in the furnace room, raving and roaring, because the fuel was damp, stood old Nick. One might ob- serve he had been recently worsted in some scrap, by noticing him raise a shaggy paw now and then to wipe drops of blood from the raw edge of a broken horn. Ten days later, when night had cast her dark robes over the waving sentinels of the forest, a storm was raging in the un- tamed interior of Africa. The graver ele- ments were at play, lightning glared in dazzling sheets across the heavens. Thun- der rolled in rumbling echoes through the dark ravines and all of Mother earth seemed to be in for a shower bath. Far above the storm, sailing majestically on toward the Portals of Venus, was the wind spirit. On his Visage was a gleam of love. Why should I not be happy? he ask- ed himself, as Peri,ithe female Genius of Venus murmured: I love you. MILLARD STUDLEY, '22. THE PINNACLE 13 ix ' 11170 ff?:'T:i'f f 1 2':'fS1-:::gf ff '--J Leia ' M2323 'vga' 4 . thaw, . 7 ,. 1 X Ei IB Q A ff' .7 .J ,., LETIC ' ' V5.1 13 ' Two years ago the baseball team was re- May 24, Good Will vs. Erskine at vived. Under the skillfuhcoaching of W. Erskine. L. Mansfield a good start was made towards May 27, Norridgewock vs. Erskine at a winning team. Norridgewock. Two out of the three scheduled games were lost. Last year, with Mr. Sturtevant coaching and with hearty support from the school and friends outside of the school, the team was victorious in half of the scheduled games. This year, with most of the '21 team back and with new men, a very successful season is expected although we are up against some strong opponents. The schedule is as follows: April 22, Unity vs. Ers me at Erskine. April 26, Winslow vs. Erskine at Erskine. April 29, Good Will vs. Ers ine at Good Will. A May 3, Unity vs. Erskine at Unity. May 6, Winslow vs. Erskii6 at Winslow. May 10, Oakland vs. Erskifz at Erskinef May 13, Norridgewock vs. Ersklfne at Erskine. May 17, Clinton vs. Erskine at Clinton. May 20, Oakland vs. Erskine at Oakland. May 30, Clinton vs. Erskine at Erskine. June 3, Freedom vs. Erskine at Erskine. June 7, Freedom vs. Erskine at Freedom. The Boys' Basket ball team was organ- ized by Mr. Sanborn this year, and assist- ed by Mr. Grindall. A fine start was made in this line of sports. Two Girls Basket- ball teams were organized, the Blues and the Reds, and with Miss Whalen as coach the team progressed rapidly from the first. Tennis is also coming into favor. Last fall, among the boys, the doubles cham- pionship was claimed by Studley and Mosh- er, and the singles by W. W. Grey. The girls singles champ was Miss San- born, and the doubles Miss Sargent and Miss Foster. Before closing, we would like to express our thanks to all who have contributed toward our socials and other entertain- ments a success. Their support has made possible our advancementg so we feel very grateful to our friends who stand by. 14 THE PINNACLE . gy j R 5 S is '71 . 'fig-V f A 2 -v-f .QT -ef rr- e ,fr 'i' A l fa. .Lffia'.45i P P - f , f vas-is TOAST TO ERSKINE. Erskine, Erskine, dear old Erskine, We will always sing thy praise, And when we are old and feeble, Will we forget those high school days? When thee we left to go to college, Among our pleasures and our joys, We worked to gain a hoard of knowledge, As thou hast taught thy girls and boys. Memories, memories, come stealing o'er us, As we look back through the years, When within thy halls there echoed, Songs of joy and ringing cheers. We wish the dear old school prosperity, As she stands on hilltop high, And may the same old spirit linger, As the years go drifting by. D. F. M., '23. - . FRESHMAN RECEPTION. On Thursday evening, Sept. 8, the Sen- iors gave the Freshmen a very enjoyable reception. Music was furnished by the school orchestra. The Freshmen were ushered through the receiving line, consist- ing of the Faculty and trustees. Refresh- ments of fancy cookies, cake and ice cream were enjoyed by all. GIRLS' GLEE CLUB. The Girls' Glee Club was organized on Sept. 23. Plans were made for an oper- etta to be given in the spring. The follow- ing oflicers were elected: President, Myrtis Sanborn, vice president, Emma Gasperg secretary and treasurer, Doris E. Shumang pianist, Eleanor Sargent, director, Clara Whalen. DEBATING CLUB. The Erskine Academy Debating Club is making good progress. The oflicers are: President, Fred Turner, vice president, Doris Shumang secretary and treasurer, Dorothy Farnsworth. - We have been fortunate in having as guests this year: Rev. S. M. Thompson, Rev. C. E. Davis of Portland, Evangelist Pendleton of Oregon, and Rev. Mr. Mattie. JOLLY X CLUB. The organization of the Jolly X Club was a grand success. The purpose of this club is to create a high standard in the social life at the dormitories. Enrollment to this club is confined to the girls in the dormitories. The following ohicers were elected: President, Dorothy Farnsworth, vice president, Georgia McLellang secretary and treasurer, Madeline Barton. The students were pleasantly surprised at the arrival in Maine, of a former prin- cipal of Erskine, Mrs. McQuaide Cofiin. A reception was held for her in the assembly hall. W Y .-i.....-- -- THE PINNACLE 15 Y. W. C. A. A Y. W. C. A. has been organized this year. The first pledge service took place in the Chapter rooms at Longfellow Cot- tage, March 1, when twelve new members took the pledge of the triangle. A The fol- lowing oilicers were installed: President, Dorothy Farnsworth, vice president, Doris Shumang secretary, Audrey Foster, treas- urer, Virginia Fletcher, faculty advisor, Clara Whalen, chairmen of departments as follows: service committee, Doris Abbott, missionary committee, Eleanor Sargentg social committee, Winnifred Nelderg pro- gram committee, Myrtis Sanborng poster committee, Madeline Barton.. After the installation of the officers, delicious re- freshments of ice cream, fancy cookies and saltines were served. We are looking forward to a visit from Miss Gladys Bryson from the National Board. Several of the girls are planning to attend the Student Conference at Camp Maqua this summer, and we are now busy preparing an indoor circus for funds to be used in having a large group of Erskine Academy girls present at the conference to be held June 20-30. Extensive plans have been made for next year and great progress is anticipated. AT ERSKINE. Since I've been here at Erskine, I have learned all my lessons, I've taken most every thing And been here at all sessions. When I was a freshman My lessons I had. I liked mathematics, Ancient History wasn't bad. And when as a sophomore, I began taking French, My English was easy, My Latin a cinch. And when a gay junior I at last got to be, . Physics came easy And same with geometry. -A+- I liked my English, My rhetoric was grand, The more I studied The better I could understand. Why folks came to high school To grow more wise, And especially to Erskine, A A class A school of good size. When I think of those lessons I just have to laugh, For now you see, I've been here, Just three years and a half. f And in that one half Of my last high school year, I have taken other lessons That really aren't queer. Though to me it seems funny, That things happen--more and more, When we mix a bicarbonate With H2SO4. i I've learned it makes CO2 But for me it exploded, And went off like a gun Quite recently loaded. K One day I mixed some zinc With sulphur, powdered fine, And held a lighted match Near it, while I scarcely counted nine. l There happened then, some fireworks The prettiest I ever saw, The iiowers of sulphur rose upward Without a single flaw. My alcohol lamp was dangerous, I'l1 leave it to any one there, If when I lit it one day The wick didn't iiy through the air. Now these are only a few things That happened daily in Lab, Do you wonder I smile when I stop to think Of the lessons I have had? DORIS SHUMAN, '22. 16 THE PINNACLE Q,y fff'7 ro Xi Mft in ' H I J ' A ? . Wil ly 7? 5 - 'md is M gmt an '55 f -,,-.15-LQ-if. JN ' ' I awmmm turbo- , Velma: fWagging her head of curls at bobbed hair Lettyj I've got something, you ain't got. Letty: Yes, lice. Heard in Freshman Science: Hydrogen Sulphide is used to run autos, tractors and steam engines. Teacher: Farnsworth, what does the word metropolis mean? Farnsworth: Ain't it some kind of a mosquito? Miss Whalen: Haskell, what is your idea of perfect manhood? Haskell: lslowlyj- Look at me. Heard in the main room: Caesar will recite in this room. 1 Whatalinelookslikewithoutspacing. Gray: lReading Hamletj- -as the knights came in on their-Oh, ho, ho, haw, haw. Verne Jones: Did you see Clyde Mitch- ell turn into Longfellow Cottage? Miss Whalen: Is this sentence correct, 'The sun sets in the west?' Glaser: No, the sun sot in the west. Miss Whalen: What is the matter with J one's equation? Chink Shuman: He has only one eye .if Doris Shuman: Papa, can you sign your name with your eyes shut? Pa: Certainly I can. Doris: Then shut your eyes and sign my rank card. Teacher in History class: Haskell, did you ever hear of Cicero? Haskell: Yes. Teacher: Where? Haskell: The cat at Longfellow Cot- tag'e. Heard at Farrington's corn husking: Kin I kith you? Bassett: fComparing good J Good, gooder, goodest. Gray: lin Junior Frenchj Did you say devoir? Miss Whalen: No, dire. Lewis Turner: QIn Current Events! Madam chairmate and classmen. Heard after Monday morning quiz in chemistry. Glaser: I can't see why I didn't pull a high mark in that quiz this morning. I know the whole thing backwards. Verne Jones: Probably that's just the reason. Ever hear how Ferdie Mercer read about the infants in Hamlet? Freshman: What was that noise in the Laboratory this morning? Senior: Oh, that was Fred Turner -l , THE PINNACLE 17 demonstrating a fire extinguisher. Freshman: Did it make a hit? Senior: Yes, Abe. N Dot: Bet I can make up the worst face. Beanie: Huh, I know it. Juniors: Hush Freddie Turner, Don't you bawl! We'll take care of Georgie For you next fall. Dot: CExcitedJ Oh, you're not far from a fool, Don! Don: No, not more than two feet. Wanted: At once a steady young fellow with no bad habits. Apply to Thelma Cooper, '25. Wanted: To exchange beaux with some other girl. Chink Shuman, '22. Notice: A smart young boy can find work in the Chemistry department, Tues- day and Thursday. Apply to Chem. Prof. Lost: Between September and November a nice little girl, answers to name of Su- kie. Big reward offered. Bill Gray, '23. Two deaf and dumb negroes conversing in front of the Black Crow Hotel in Kirks- ville. WANTED TO KNOW. If Longfellow Cottage girls aren't good cooks? If Eleanor Sargent still picks on the bashful boys? If Millard Studley's freckles were nickles, how rich he'd be? If Ferdie Mercer is going into the jew- elry business? If anyone has won the prize in fresh- man algebra? If Mike ever got Nora's Card? If anyone can recognize Emma in Bub'a car? If Erlena Saben is still working during the noon hour as Fra-.nk's tutor in French. If Marion Brown still receives cards from Windsor? If Chink Shuman has found out where she's headed for? If some people's moccasins take the place of snow shoes? If Frank Nary goes as far as the Mills? If Ethel Clark will go to Farmington Normal School? If Myrtis Sanborn sees the joke? If Oldtimer recalls those Argonne days? If Clyde Mitchell meets the Monday morning train? If Winnifred Nelder can find a place to dance? If Cony Haskell uses a horse in Latin? ? If Chink Shuman can see her mother over the telephone? If Dot Farnsworth is related to Gen- eral Information? If Bill Gray's ambition is to be a chem- ist? If Beanie Abbott can stay away from Albion any length of time? If the Longfellow Cottage could use an alarm clock? If some of us are bashful or paralyzed in chapel? If we are to be treated to any more solos? If it is more stylish to wear a hat or use an umbrella when it snows? If they cremated f'Smutt? Wanted: Two good housekeepers at Ford Hall. Apply at once to Jones Boys. Adam and Eve sa't on a rock, Said Eve to Adam, Let me mend your sock, How in the world - Said wise old Adam Can you mend my socks When I ain't never had 'em? H All things come to him who waits, But here's a rule that's slicker, The fellow who goes for what he wants, Will get it all the quicker. 18 THE PINNACLE THE SENIOR STATISTICS V . ' 'lf Names Age Disposition Greatest Failing Expression Doris Shuman 14 Sunny Giggling Wise Emma Gasper 19 Changeable Playing Postoiiice Serene Laurie Gasper 17 ? ? ? ? Blushing Coquettish Rena Seekins 19 Old Maidish Jazzing Dignified Fred Turner 17 Shy Bashfulness Carefree Ferdie Mercier 17 Sweet Falling in love Soft Abe Glaser 19 Jolly Self-conceit Angelic Names Highest Ambition Favorite Pastime Favorite Study Doris Shuman To be Mayor of Augusta Whispering Rhetoric Emma Gasper To Win Boynton Writing notes Math. Laurie Gasper To invent something to dye red hairChewing Gum Chemistry Rena Seekins To be a school teacher Crocheting Civics Fred Turner To be a musician Singing Solos Latin Ferdie Mercier To make a non-bustable hay-rack Studying English Abe Glaser To be President Parting his hair Domestic science in the middle Names What others think of them Favorite Song Doris Shuman Some kid Where is My Wandering Boy Tonight Emma Gasper O. K. The Little Ford rambled right along Laurie Gasper Nice Girl Three o'clock in the morning Rena Seekins Very Proper On the arm of the Old Arm Chair Fred Turner Peaceable My love is like a Red, Red Rose Ferdie Mercier Some Sport Ain't we got Fun? Abe Glaser Perfect? 2 All things are possible Names I Favorite Haunt What they think of themleives Doris Shuman The Lab. I Pretty Cute Emma-Gasper Tylor's Corner Good Enough Laurie Gasper Church Smut Rena Seekins A Morris chair Just it Fred Turner Al Brown's Store Something out of the ordinary Ferdie Mercier The Girls' Dorm. Some Flirt Abe Glaser Cider Mill I am almost witty P V I M -1, THE PINNACLE 19 Us u E ,J Vz'.-1713 flt1'i.' -'ff l A 3 , Q l 5 I A 2 I I I . I ' . E 1, -1- 5 l ,E E in I' 1 1 .-T I . 1 ' l I : f,rf1:a2 S A Tazsslg , 3 i 1 2 - -f- -H2-4:-1 5 s ' 1 ' XXX , A VI I I - Y 1915. Mrs. Mildred Bradford Arnold, South China, Me. Webster Wentworth, married and living at China, Maine. Ernest Hallowell, garage, South China, Me. . 1916. Harry Reed, Jr. garage and general store, Weeks' Mills, Me. Vinal Merrill, Farmington Normal School, Farmington, Me. Benny Mosher, Hollingsworth Sz Whit- ney, Waterville, Me. Emmons Casey, garage, Norridgewock, Me. Wilbur Casey, Augusta, Me. 1917. Hovey Thompson, address unknown. Mildred Shuman Hussey, South Windsor, Me. Mildred Candage Brailey, Lewiston, Me. Dora Hawes Wentworth, China, Me. Lila Fitzgerald Clowes, China, Me. 1918. Edith Mercier Merrill, teaching at Chad- wick High, South China. Ruby Shuman, assistant teacher at Unity High School, Unity, Me. I James Caswell, Augusta, Me. Luther Dodge, at home, Weeks' Mills, Me. Bernice Proctor Choate, at home, Port- land, Me. Harry Holmes, address unknown. 1919. Lila Farrington Mansfield, Winslow, Me. Doris Young, teaching at Lakeside, China, Me. Doris Mann Mosher, Waterville. Florence Dodge, at home, Weeks Mills, Me. Vey Merrill, attending Farmington Nor- mal School. Leslie Johnson, farmer, Brunswick, Me. Marjorie Maxwell, teaching school at Al- bion, Me. 1920. Alonzo Clough, South China, Me. Reta Brown, at home, Weeks Mills, Me. Nettie Mercier, training for nurse, Au- gusta, Me. 1921. Helen Odlin, at home, South China, Me 20 THE PINNACLE Maynard Maxwell, Moses Brown school, Ella Foss, teaching school, New Wales, Providence, R. I. Me. Millard Studley, P. G. 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FULLER Jeweler and Optometrist 276 Water St. Augusta, - Maine SEA PRODUCTS CO. Dealers in SEA FOOD1 Exclusively Phone 980. Augusta, Me. THE CASH STORE C. E. Seekins, Prop. Dealer in General Merchandise, . Gasolene and Oils Tel. Con. Weeks Mills, Me. We Furnish Workmen and Materials F. H. BEALE Sz COMPANY, Inc. Paint, every purpose 3 Glass for every sashg Wall Paper for every room 199 Water Street AUGUSTA, - MAINE MALCOLM 6- DYER COMPANY Agents for SHERWIN -WILLIAMS CO.'S PAINTS AND VARNISHES Also dealers in O'IL, GLASS Kz PUTTY N o. 195 Water Street, - - AUGUSTA, ME. ---Asc-:oc T I -:: :::boo:::aoooc:::vq:::poooooo0- vvgpqz--,---vv -:---v------ Beane 81 Cross 238 Water Street AUGUSTA, - MAINE The Home af HART, SCHAFFNER A2 MARX C L 0 T H E S A Man's Store When thinking of buying a new Suit and Overcoat for Spring it is best to go to the place that caters to High School and Pre- paratory School boys. We carry Kappenhetmer and Fashion Park Clothes and Berg Hats. The best there is : : : : : : ll F. BILIJUEAU EUMPANY 262 Water Street AUGUSTA, - MAINE HIGH IN QUALITY The Little Store of Big Values CLOTHING AND GENTS' FURNISHING GOODS A. F. PIERCE, Prop. 212 Water Street AUGUSTA, - MAINE LOW IN PRICE 0OO0QO00oooQo9QQQg J. F. HILUUEAU FINE FOOTWEAR 274 Water Street AUGUSTA, - MAINE Shoes for the entire Family Style up to the minute The Store o,f-- GOOD VALUES and DEPENDABLE QUALITIES Emery -Brown Company WATERVILLE, MAINE FLOWERS FOR ALL OCCASIONS MITCHELL Flower Store qv Q -,I ,: ' n, ' ZW p L L L 1i14LM2nnSt11ee1L L L L ' ' nigga ggcg, . WATERVILLE, MAINE City Iob Print Savings Bank Building WATERVILLE, MAINE Printers-School, Social and Busi- ness Work -l-1. Mail or Telephone Orders Given Prompt Attention. Telephone 207 TRUNKS, BAGS, LEATHER GOODS AND HARNESS G-uns, Ammunition, Bicycles and Sporting Goods Henry V. Vigue Company 55 Main Street WATERVILLE, MAINE ::vooq::1:::pc:::1o1:::::v4::1:: :::::::::::::::vc::l::: 1 l H5 H. J. MEHHIGKMEF Augusta, Maine EVER ITEM BELOW IS A VERY UNUSUAL VALUE Women's 31.50 Outing Robes. Women's Fine Percale Bungalow Aprons. Women's 31.98 House Dresses. Old Style 33.00 Sweaters. Women's 31.25 and 31.39 White Waists. Children's Heavy Outing Robes. Women's Fleeced 59c Vests and Pants, 2 for. Boys' Fleeced Union Suits, 31.39 value. Misses' 4 to 16 years, Fleeced Union Suits, 31.39 value. Fine Cambric Finish 42x36 Pillow Slips, 4 for. Good 72x90, 31.25 Sheets, now. Men's 69c Wool Hose, now 2 pairs. Regular and Outsize Black and Colored Sateen Skirts, 31.39, , value. Women's Good Fleeced Hose, 4 pairs for. Light or Dark Best 36 inch Percales, 6 yards for. Women's Silk Velvet Hats, value up to 33.50. Children's 31.39 Silk Velvet Tams, now. 24x50 inch Heavy Bath Towels, now 2 for. Big 3 pound roll of Cotton Batting 72x90 inch, now. Women's Silk Boot Hose, 69c value, 2 pairs. 5 Children's Winter Coats, were 35 values, now. 10 Women's Dress Skirts, values up to 35, choice now. 15 Women's Fleeced down Kimonos, 32.00 value, now. Remarkable values in Muslin Skirts, Robes, Chemise. Any Article will be sent by Mail, for 5c postage on' each 95c Article. . l -:poo1:-1:--:54:- ---- ---- :bc - V 1 -4::J::a4:::::::::r-ooc:::: ::::bo4:-oooc-:boc-cv-, Y ----:pc--- , 7:50000 The Company, by the People, of the People, and for the People. Metropolitan Life Insurance Company A. R. CHAvoNELLE, MGR. ' WATERVILLE, MAINE The Spear Folks .-.fofri ICE CREAM, SODAS, HOT DRINKS, ASSORTED CHOCO- LATES. HOME MADE CAN- DIES OUR SPECIALTY. 122 Main Streetn C WATERVILLE, - MAINE CARL A. BLACKINGTON Attorney-at-Law WATERVILLE, MAINE Chas. Mc Gann Specwl Agent The Equitable Life Assurance Society of the Unlteol States Life Insurance and Investment 108 Main Street WATERVILLE, - MAINE YOUR Bank cannot be too strong in Resources. OUR Bank's Resources over S2,000,000.00 The Peoples National Ban WATERVILLE, MAINE J. A. MERRILL Watches, MEDICINES, Jewelry j Agent for Eastman Kodalcs, Aladdia Lamps, Diamond Tailoring Co. Tel. 25-31 Weeks Mills, Me. DR. ALFRED L. JOHNSTON DR. E. H. KIDDER, DENTISTS 148 Main St., Waterville, Maine Telephone' 318-M V Get Your Jewelry from S. RUSSAKOFF Also Class Pins and Rings 104 Main St., Waterville, Me. HA GER'S CONFECTIONERY Waterville, - - Maine I F. J. Arnold O. G. Springfield W. B. ARNOLD 8m CO. Dealers in HARDWARE, DOORS, SASH, BLINDS and MOULDINGS Plumbing, Tin gl Sheet Metal Work and Sporting Goods 107-109 Main St., 23 East Temple Street WATERVILLE, ME. Boothby C9 Bartlett Company GENERAL INSURANCE 176 Main St., Waterville, Maine -11--Jooooc-A--'--at-- oc ::::booo4:::::::::: ::rot::: TABER REID PIPE AND PIPELESS FURNACES PLUMBING AND GUTTER WORK HARDWARE, PAINTS AND OILS SKIS AND SNOW SHOES Telephone 360, AUGUSTA, ME. A . F. Hussey 86 Co FUNERAL DIRECTORS AND EMBALMERS AUTO HEARSE AND AMBULANCE EAST VASSALBORO, - MAINE Telephone 1-32, SOUTH CHINA ooooQQ