Farmington High School - Laurel Yearbook (Farmington, ME)

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26 THE LAUREL JUST GIRLS A MODERN MoNoLocUE DEFINIITION OF TERMS Frances A Latin teacher Pi A fraternity Riverside The Country Club Robert The Principal of High School Miss Jones The History teacher Miss Williams The Girl's Y Secretary D. C. Danforth College Romeo and Juliet An Ice Cream Sundae Mr. Brown The Boy's Y Secretary X Y Z A Secret Society Sis Dot Marge ..... Just Girls Edna Ellen J Scene I. Almost any large High School. Time. Near the close of school in the afternoon and after school. Scene II. At the Y. W. C. A. Time. A little later. Scene III. At Wagar's Ice Cream Par- lor. Time. Five minutes later. Scene IV. Back at the Y. W. C. A. Time. Half an hour later. Scene V. At supper. Time. A little after live. Scene VI. On the street car. . Time. About half past eight. JUST GIRLS SCENE I Going down to the ' Y' tonight, Sis? -- That's too bad you've got to stay for Latin. Frances surely is a cat. Didn't you get your Cicero? -- What? You- 've been invited to the Pi dance at River- side next week? - 'Whb did it? - Sh! Here comes Robert, himself. See you later. Yes, Miss Jones, I'm here. You don't want me tonight? - That's good I was going to the 'Y' anyway. There is a special meeting on with supper and speaker. - Who? - Oh, the boy's 'Y' secretary to tell us what boys think of girls. We always have lots of fun. Hi, Dot. Where're you bound? - Geometry? - Well, see you later. Hello, Marge, ready to go to the 'Y'? Let's take our books over and leave them, and then go to VVagar's for some ice cream. I'm starved and I don't want to study. SCENE II Hello, Miss Williams. Hello, girls. - No, we're going down town. - Yes, we'll be right back. - So long. SCENE III 'K Did you see Ellen with that man? Goes to D. C. doesn't he? - Not really? - Well, I never would have thought it. - What you going to have? - Me? - Romeo and Juliet, please. - Sh ! There is Edna. Who's she with? - Oh, I see, but he is terribly dumb looking. Acts just like that crowd, too. -'K Well, let's eat. What kind of a dress are you going to have for the X Y Z dance? Rose and silver? I'll bet it's going to be pretty. - 'K Yes, I'm going. Who? You just guess. - What are you going to do Sat- urday? - Let's go to the movies. How about two o'clock sharp? - Hurry up, slow poke, we've got loads of studying to do. - We will have to hurry back to the A Y rin SCENE IV Oh, Miss Williams, make them stop that racket, we can't study. - No, I wasn't doing anything, but she wouldn't give me my compass, so I took it. We'll all be good now 'till five o'clock. Yes, here's that cake I brought. SCENE V I'm glad supper is ready. Aren't you? All that old studying is done. Now for a good time. - Ice cream, how nice, and the candles look so pretty. - Be quiet, sis, while we sing. - Now talk all you want too. - Hey, wait 'till I get a sand- wich, pleasef'- Do I think Mr. Brown good looking? - Well, he's married so

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THE LAUREL 25 speech which may help me, and write a new one after the dance. I guess I'd better tell Mr. Hale tonight, though. lk Pk il IK Pk Pk That night at eight o'clock, a very dis- consolate-looking clown, dressed in red and white, with his face whitened, mounted the steps of the Grey's house and rang the bell. The door was immediately Hung open by a gypsy fortune-teller, boisterously bang- ing a tambourine. Come in, Oh come in, Sam I'm so ex- cited, she called. Sam entered, his face wearing a forced smile. Barbara snatched her coat, ran down the steps, and executed a tango as artist- ically as possible on the icy walk. But -Sam was thinking, and thinking hard. Over and over were ringing in his ears the words that Barbara had uttered, only two days before: If Frank Marlowe debates fairly and squarely Saturday night, it will be the first thing I ever knew him to do on the level! At last they reached the gym, and Sam told Barbara everything. She was, of course, horrified, and decided that they would leave the dance early, and write another together as best they could. Then they centered their attention on the costumes. There were several there like Sam's, and they picked out the boy they thought to be Frank. Later in the evening, as Sam was stand- ing by the punch bowl waiting his turn, a small figure in the costume of an Egyptian dancer slipped up to him, pressed a small paper into his hand, then quickly vanished. Sam was amazed, but assuming a look of indifference, he opened the note and read: Have everything as directed, and will deliver them to you, if you will be at the school library tomorrow at ten. Sam's head began to swim, but he im- mediately saw the solution of his problem. I may be wrong, but I'll chance it, he muttered grimly. He informed Babs that there would be no need of writing the speech that night, and left her wondering, at her door. The next morning, at nine-thirty, Sam was seated in the school library i11 a shiver of suspense. It's a big chance, he mut- tered, 'land I may be wrong, but at any rate, it's my only chance. , Promptly at ten o'clock the door stealth- ily opened. Sam, who was apparently engrossed in a book, raised his head. There in the doorway stood Arline King, the bosom friend of Helen Jameson. Sam's heart was thumping like a hammer, but he rose at her entrance and managed to say calmly: Good morning, Miss King, I see you have brought me my speech. That is extremely kind of you, I'm sure, and he stretched out his hand as if to take the package she was holding. Why, yes, I have-I mean, no, no I mean I haven't your speech. I don't know what you're talking about, I'm sure. What do you mean? Now see here, Miss King,'you know very well what I mean. Don't you suppose that I know that Helen Jameson asked you to take that speech from my desk either Wednesday or Thursday night after school? And donyt I know that you did as directed, and gave this note supposedly to Frank Marlow last night at the dance? Naturally, Helen or Frank wouldn't do it, for they would be suspected and needed an alibi, so they asked you. Oh it was all very clever, but I'm afraid the little game is up, now. Arline turned deathly pale, and sank into a nearby chair. Sam saw that his random shot had struck home, so he continued, Give me my speech now, and the matter will be dropped, for Mr. Hale knows nothing of it. Needless to say Sam regained his speech and notes, and then-but what followed then might well be left to the imagination of our readers. C. Sweet, '26.

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THE LAUREL 27 it does not matter. - Please pass the olives. - Yes, I'd like some cocoa. - Who made this salad? - This ice cream is good. - Sh! Mr. Brown is go- ing to speak. . SCENE VI Do you think what Mr. Brown said was true? - You know the boys gave him their ideas. - I'll bet anything that that red-headed fellow was the one to think up all those classes into which girls are divided, or maybe he read it some- where. - I wonder where we belong, with the wall flowers, ilappers, snobs or with the old fashioned girls, and gold dig- gers. - Say wouldn't they be surprised to know that we made our own clothes, helped our mothers, took care of our kid brothers and sisters, and earned our own spending money a good part of the time. They made a mistake, the same that most people are making. - What? Why it is so simple it's laughable. The fact is we are 'just girls,' as our mothers were be- fore us and our daughters will be in the future. - Did he call Lake Avenue? I must go now. Good-night, see you all tomorrow. H M axine C lark, '2 5. TY THE REASON FOR OUR LAST I-:ARTHQUAKE BOUT two centuries ago the town of Farmington was founded and settled by Job Farmington. Job had always wished to have his funeral in a luxurious and sedate manner. He wanted to have a regular hearse, hacks drawn by beautiful black horses and an awesome ceremony. After several years as a successful leader and Indian fighter, Job and a party of friends were hunting far north from Farm- ington, near the present big lakes of Maine. The result was, although Farmington lived in luxury and civilization, that a party of Indian braves, savage and hostile, fell upon Job's party and scalped him and several of his men. The survivers of the party could not, of course, take the corpses back home and give them a decent burial. When the men came back to Farming- ton they told of 1ob's last words. Evidently Job, even when his skull was crushed and his face turned to an ashen hue, had gasped and shrieked out that he would have that funeral procession. Thus, every two centuries Job's ghost rushes down from the Northern woods with its slain companions' ghosts as attendants, gains possession of the village hearse and in this, drawn by a ghoulish team com- posed of the ghosts of two of Iob's favor- ite black chargers, which he rode in his Indian battles, they rumble, sweep and roar along the street of Farmington, causing people to sit up with dreadful starts in bed, and causing dishes, chimneys, houses, yes, everything to rattle and shake. This statement is verified by the dis- covery of some very old papers in my grandfather's garret, written by the old and wise village parson of that time, Jona- than Settledown, telling this self-same story. This discovery fevidently forgot- ten during the long period of two centu- riesj has set the Farmington scientists agog and proved their long and complicated theories wrong. We should be glad, how- ever, that Job visits us only once in every two centuries! Owen W. Gilman, ,27. TT coMUs A LA GAIETE CAST or CHARACTERS Star, the Attendant Spirit.. .... Elmer Frederic Comus ........................ Holmes Wagner The Lady ................ .... A lice Stevens First Brother ....... .... R onald Goding Second Brother ................ Richard Mallett Sabrina, the Nymph ............. Bertha Martin The Scenery-Robbins SCENE I-A Dark Forest The Attendant Spirit: I-Iist! I come from far away Where the little angels play. Here I come flying o'er meadow and hill, O'er the restless world while all is still. My lady is coming over the dale And to protect her I never will fail. For Comus you know, that wild young lad. It pains me so: he is so bad, Is quite a menace to this wood,