Erskine Academy - Pinnacle Yearbook (South China, ME)

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'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.

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-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::

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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