Farmington High School - Laurel Yearbook (Farmington, ME)

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28 THE LAUREL THE SOPHOMORE PARTY HAT 'S thisl About forty children racing and running down the street a-s fast as tlheir little legs can carry them. As they push past me, I hear one child on a kiddie car joyfully mention a party. Where 's that they are turning in? Oh! Mrs. Miner is probably giving the dears a party. She simply dotes on afternoon parties for the Soplhomores-sometimes .she can 't wait until she gets home, and so they have them after school in the Latin room. It 's usually a very select crowd then. Don't Eleanor and Barbara wish they could come. At this particular party we Sophs had a most 'elegant time. First we played Farmer in the Dell . The farmer was John Titcomb, Thelma Merrill was the wife, Marjorie Collins was the child, Dorothy James was the nurseg the dog and cat were Bert Blanchard and Phyllis Rangerg Mary Moore was the mouse, and Ozro Swett was the cheese. Following this We played Gossip , which was quite a favorite with some of the girls. THEY SAY : Danny Robbins is interested in a Fresh- man miss. James O'Regan enjoys tickling a certain young lady, and watching ah-er jump. There is nothing Donald Ryerson enjoys more than arguing. Paul Metcalf lhas forgotten to grow up. Maxine Metcalf has lost her interest in Voter Hill. Charlie Luger is another name for Father Time . Elizabeth Stevens thas 'K bells on her toes . Harold Hemingway has razor hash every morning for breakfast. Nellie Lilley is the original model for Somebodyls Stenog . Who 's as odd as Dickis hatband? Doris Oliver. Clyde Barrows is often seen talking to Bright Eyes . Refreshments came next. The ablative cake was absolutely perfect. There were indirect statement sandwiches too, which were filled with accusitives and infinitives, and the dafiwes were delicious. As all small dhildren love the circus, we decided to have one of our own. Believe me, Mrs. Miner had her doubtful moments about the advisability of that-in 'her houseg but we assured 'her that we were quite intelligent for our size and knew how to pretend. So with Sher hard-earned permission, we played circus. We pre- tended that we had the sawdust, the rin-gs and the acrobats, the horses and clowns. In fact, we were pretending about every- thing, so we decided to limit it to a side- show. Of course. there must be a barker and freaks in a sideshow. Lucille D'Amico was immediately chosen barker - and didn't mind a bit. By the way, We 're hop- ing that Lukie's recently acquired radio i-s grand. It was quite a task to assemble the freaks , but here they are: VVa'lking Encyclopedia- Barbara Mc- Leary Book VVorm - Eleanor Titcomb The Silent Man-Merton Lane The Siamese Twins--Barbara Small and Elsie Austin Human Skeleton-Hilma Peary The Rubber Woman-Catherine Collins The Fat Lady-Mary Hardy The Egyptian Mummy-Mildred Foss The Midget-Marion Luce The Platinum Blonde-Alice Frederick The Swagger-Clyde Barrows The Lady of the Big Moment -Ar- lene Luce The Voiceless Woman-Margaret Cal- lahan The Missing Link-Otis Haskell, Ir. My Wortfhy Gould When Beatrice McLaughlin gazed upon curiosities, you couldn't Opponent ! - Richard this assembly of imagine what she said. Sh! fMy grief lj

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THE LAUREL 29 As we were talking between games, someone mentioned Basil Melvin. Remem- ber Basil? Yeah, tlhat little boy who was forever making up unheard-of definitions. Remember the time he misread the ques- tion in a test and said Hsagacious feats was a large, hearty, well-prepared feast ! H Our next game was Forfeits . Be- ware of this game for: Lybrand Goldsmith panted' with his comb. Arthur Blamey parted with his chewing gum- . Maxwell Bryant parted with his perma- nent wave. Richard Goding parted with his play- things. Ivan De Merchant parted with his un- becoming blush. Ridhard 'Cook parted with his pet an-swer, I don't know. Richard Morrow parted with his dic- tionary. Reggie Kershner parted with hi-s pennies. Calvin Durrell parted with his claim to Mrs. Bryant's pen and ink. Blanche Jenkins parted with her com- pact. Jessie Frendh parted with her sweet smile. Helen T itcomb parted with 'her extra weight. Aggie Webber parted with iher shyness. Rita Metcalf parted with her title, Miss Modesty. By the by, perhaps Rita -should lhave been the mouse in Farmer in the Dell . In the midst of our merrymaking Mrs. Miner announced: Quaker meeting has begun, No more laughing, no more fun. So we all sat down and tried to look Quakerish and not crack a smile. It was hard, let me tell you, but we were still for an entire second before someone sniggled. Huh? Donit know what a sniggle is? My, my, your education 'has been sadly neglected. Now listen care- fully, and you will lhear-not the story of Paul Revere-but the definition of a sniggle. A sniggle, children, is the cross between a sn-icker and a giggle. Suddenly someone remembered that there was such a thing as time . And- Jumping quadratics !-it was eight o'clock. .And not a thought of home lhad entered our minds. What will the neighbors 'say?!?!?! Before they could say jack Robinson we had on our coats and hats and were thanking Mrs. Miner for the grand time she had given us. fTrust us Sophs to be polite, even in moment-s of stress.j And off we skipped on our merry way to recall wfith joy the incidents of the evening. Ruth Atherton, ,34, Sophomore Class Editor. A POET NEVER was a poet, Never 'spec-t to beg Just about as much sense Climbing up a tree. What's the use of rhyming If you don't know how? What does kitty rhyme with, Rat, or cat, or cow? Always was a dumbell, Always gonna beg Got about as much rhythm As a bumblebee. Guess I've got my poem wrote, So I'd better stop. I have an awful feeling It 's just a great big flop. Rachel Mace, 33. 1 NIGHT THE stars are silver candles, The moon is a beacon light, The sky is a. blanket of velvet Spread gently by Mother Night. The trees are tall, black sentinels Outlined against the sky, Att watch o'er roofs and h-ousetops As they see the clouds roll by. Doris' Wheeler, '33.