Foxcroft Academy - Review Yearbook (Dover Foxcroft, ME)

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sud- ,and he as he to see saw that it 'picked it up, and his way. His only it might be a buried that it would mean money at last he came to his hut and sat down to examine the contents of the' box, he 'was very nearly exhausted frdrn his long run. But after all, the contents were such that he was fully repaid for his narrow escape, and even for his long stay away from the people of the outer world. For some time he acted like a mad person, first crying, then laughing, , From that time on he spent the most of his time watching for ships. The only event of importance that took place, from then until Captain Boyle arrived, was a fight tif it might be called suchj he had with thirteen na- tives, who came very suddenly from across the Strait and attacked him. He had only to fire a few shots over their heads from his hut and they made a quick retreat to their boat. Meanwhile back in Boston Mrs. Hubbard grieved the loss of her son. REVIEW ' A ' She had used all her money and would have been forced to go to a home for the poor, had it not been for a sym- pathizing friend who helped her. One night-i wtas the fifteenth of the month-a low rap was heard at the door of the Hubbard homeg and not waiting for an answer, Captain Boyle walked soberly into the room. On recognizing her visitor as an old friend and 'as the captain of the boat on which her son had sailed, the poor woman sprang from her chair with a cry. Can you ever forgive me for letting your poor boy out of my sight? asked Captain Boyle in an apparently sad tone. But even before Mrs. Hubbard had had time to answer, the door opened and in walked Jack. It had been part of the plan that he should wait outside much longer, but it had been impos- sible for him to carry out the plan, knowing his mother tobe Within. In an instant he was in his mother's arms and they were both sobbing. In the hour that followed Jack related his adventures to his mother. and then he asked Captain Boyle for the small tin box which he had found. He opened it and from it drew a piece of paper, having a roughly-sketched map on it. Down at the right-hand corner was the following note: I write this as the ship 'Wallace' sinks. On this piece of paper is the map 'of a gold mine in California. Acting upon the request of a dying man, will the Ender please send this box to Mrs. Hubbard, Boston, Mass. WILLIAM HUBBARD. There is little need to say that there was happiness in the Hubbard home that night. ROBERT D.XN'EE, 27. - ,.,n...,,-.f.,,idg....... -.-...-- f-.4:.- . Y - ' f'hii

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x ACADEMY to tie up for a few hours. On one of these occasions jack asked if he might be put ashore and hunt. Captain Boyle was willing that he should go, because he saw that it would be sev- eral hours before they could make any headway against the wind. Being very close to shore, he ordered several sailors to lower a boat and put jack on the mainland. Jack wandered far into the woods, and when he decided to return he found that he did not know in which direction to go. He had heard it said that when lost in the woods, the best way to do was to go in one direction, making sure you were going straight. He tried this and walked until ex- haustedg then he lay down, and sleep was soon upon him. Meanwhile, on the Roxbury,,' all was dismay and excitement, when it began to get dark the captain sent an armed party after jack. In the morn- ing the party returned with the report that Jack could not be found. Parties searched day after day until a week had passed. Then Captain Boyle felt that he could delay no longer, so he headed out to sea again. In truth. he felt that the boy was dead. But contrary to Captain Boyle's be- lief, jack was very much alive. He lived on deer and berries, which he found were very plentiful. Then, on the morning of the seventh day, he came to a river. From his knowledge of geography, he knew that there were mountains b e t w e e n him and the Pacific Ocean, and therefore this river must lead to the Atlantic. REVIEW I 15 Fortunately Jack had a. of stout string with him and he soon con- structed a hookg with these he caught a great number of fish. He studied the sun and the direction in which the river was flowing and soon decided that he had better start off across country for the Strait. It took him four days to reach the Strait, and when finally he did so, he found himself, to his great astonishment, within a few yards of where he had first entered the woods. The Roxbury, of course, had long since gone, but he discovered, above the high-water mark, a large pile of stones, and on pulling it to pieces, found that it covered a perfect magazine of supplies, which was made up of food and ammunition. He also found a letter with the supplies from Captain Boyle. The Captain in this letter told Jack how to live until help came. He also said he would return in two months. He had done this, it seemed, as a last resort to save Jack, should he be alive and find his way back there. jack built a small cabin from drift wood and swale grass. He fished from a sand bar when the tide was out and then went hunting when it was in. Shell fish could be picked up on the sand and there were large birds to be shot. Jack fared quite Well, the only draw- back to his happiness was the thought of his mother and her lack of money. As weeks passed, he became more lonely and wished the boat would come. ri Y :Z 'S rf.: .2 a:L?Aa?x4-F .-.1 1-M

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ACADEMY THE PUNCTUATION MARK'S LAMENT SCENES-SCSSIOII room six at Foxcroft Academy. The room is Hooded with soft moon- light. A small reddish-brown book labeled Handbook of English Composition lies on one of the desks. The covers of the book are being pushed back slowly by a fat little man with a jovial self-satisfied face, known as Period. Beside him is Interrogation, a man with a head twice as large as his body and close behind the two is the whole Point family, jostling and crowding one another. Interrogation tdisgustedlylz XVell, now that we'ye pushed back the in- fernal covers of this book, I'd like to know why you look so sad. Comma? Comma twearilyjz I guess if you were me, you'd look sad. Here I am deformed for life. my back bent down by the burdens I ani obliged to carry. People seem to think I never get tired. I am used and used. but I never have a real rest. Semi-colon tgazing at him incred- ulouslyj: You ought not to complain, Comma, if I were half as popular as you, I'd be perfectly happyg but what is the use to talk about it. Such a con- dition would be impossible. Iixclamation: I am treated worse than either of you. I am used where I never was meant to be used. Do I be- come humiliated because of it? No, I merely stand straighter and pretend I like it. Now, if you would only- Period lcheerfullyl : Ah l You should be in my shoes. I'n1 the lucky one in the family. Ha! Ha! To think I should be so fortunate after all the talk that has been made concerning my figures. Interrogation twith spiritj: Do you REVIEW I f as -2 5 . -ag. . . n ll lc, ' ' . ,fn f. r 'j,. ' X , K-mi , :- . . 1 -1- ' r' - ., S me . . L ,.,. 5 fly, I .- ,. K 5. I, K 35:-.1 'f' , -' 'Z' . 65 - ,,..',gI-653. think, Period, that you are anyiffiore fortunate than I am? Q Period Qdisdainfullyjt Of course'I do. I'm twice as popularas you are, and besides, if you are used too much people make fun of youg while I am al- ways a general favorite. Colon tthoughtfullyj: I've always been so proud of my reputation until recently. I have stood for prepared- ness, and I've been proud of the fact. But now these F. A. students forget that I like to keep this fine reputation that it has taken me years to build up: and they use me in the strangest places! Interrogation: XYhere, for instance? Colon tangrily, his voice rising to a screamj: In place of Semi-colon. Me -me-me, I say, in place of that des- picable Semi-colon. It's preposterous, It's outrageous. llyphen: Come, come, calm your- self, Colon. XYhat's the use to rave over things which can't be helped. liven if you are used in the wrong place, it isn't like being used to murder words. XYl1y, sometimes Iilll in posi- tive agony when I am obliged to cut up into six or seven parts some of the most beautiful words in the linglisli language. Those who use me thus apologize by saying that they are fol- lowing the rules of syllabication. lint. oh dear, I know such rules have never existed and never will exist. I cer- tainly feel very humble. Caret twith an impatient gesturel: Uh dear! Uonlt talk about being humble. I.ook at me. See what inenial work I have to do. You don't - -. its Simi.. , , .17 gk n .ts ,f -'-wif Q-..'.i 9'-41.1 ,,,5 ' -w 5' :1 .Q 1.