Franklin High School - Voice Yearbook (Franklin, ME)

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22 THE VOICE with a look of happiness on her face be- cause her faith had been restored in himg he hadn't married her for the hundred dollars after all. It seemed to Margo as if the taxi merely crawled across the city to the Graymore hotel. -Margaret Eldridge, '39. . A MIDWINTER'S DAY DREAM In the little town of Egypt, just west of F. H. S., llves Rubinoff. Now, as you all know, Rubinoif is a very skilful violinist. He often plays for us at school during Latin class, and can he touch the high notes! I will tell you of one of these occasions. Once we were studying hard during our spare period. All at once we heard Ru- blnoil? tuning his violin. At iirst it sounded rather like an old door-hinge that needed Sllnfl oil. 'But gradually it changed to the shrill scream of an African night-owl, wierd :ind lonely. Then, to our dismay, came music-yes, real music-sweet and clear, lifting one into a heavenly dream, and We were float- ing along with the hypnotism of Rubinoff's sweet music. But lo! the dream became a nightmare. As Rubinoff reached that Wild crescendow- pop-the violin string brokeg so did the strings of Dompey's heart, for he made up a terrible, frightful face and cried until recess. fEditor's note: Rubinoff is Weyman Billings, alias Dompeyg his violin is a stretched elastic.l FINDING A RENT She led me to the second floorg The room was dull and bareg The light came dimly from withoutg Gray dust was everywhere. I felt an ill-concealed disgustg But since my purse was thin, And there was little choice, I turned Once more and looked within. I crossed then to the window ledge, peered through the murky pane, To where a slim birch tree Stood singing in the rain. With eager haste I wheeled and thrust In her thick hand the feeg She clumped away, and never guessed She'd rented me a tree. -Stetson White, '42 GERALD'S CAR fParody on Mary Had a Little Lamb l Gerald has a. little car The paint-it looks like mud: And everywhere that Gerald goes A nut is sure to thud. He took it into town one day, Which he should not have done, For the old thing rattled all the wayg Folks thought the end had come. While Gerald drove his car about A policeman gave a great big shout. His car is now in Tom's garageg He's in the jug for sabotage .' -Bradley Bunker

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H THE Vorca Z1 W-w-what! the old man stammered, a look of consternation on his face. Yes, my husband. You needn't look so surprised. Now Ishall join the radio com- pany. I am going to the rehearsal to- night, and, after a moment's silence, I shall take the money to them then. Well, she continued, we might as well have some supper. ' ' s As Garth prepared to follow her through the kitchen asking, Can't I help? her father said, No, young mang you stay and talk with me. After a half hour's absence, Margo ap- peared at the door, saying, Dinner is near- ly ready. Which means that I must be going, as I have a dinner date, said Mr. Heather- shire. Once more I ask you not to put your money into that fool company. You will surely be sorry, he admonished, as he was leaving. Father, it's no use to ask me, I am de- termined to joln the company, she re- plied. Goodnight! I'll see you in the morning, he grumbled as he left. After an intimate supper, Margo and her new husband turned the lights low, and listened to the radio, fully aware of each other's charm. Before they knew it, they were in each other's arms, and Margo's date with the radio -company was forgot- ten. About 10 o'clock the next morning, while Margo was getting breakfast, Mr. Heather- shire came- bustling in to eat with them. Well, my boy, he said to Garth while they were eating, You won the hundred dollars, and a very good thing you did, be- cause I saw in this morningks paper where that radio company was at fraud and they are all in jail. A So that is the way it is, is lt? Margo said, after her father had gone. You said that you loved me and wanted to be mar- ried to me always just for the hundred dollars dad gave you. Well, here is another hundred to go with it! And now get out of my sight and don't ever come back! To think that I believed what you said! she cried. But, Margo, dear, I did mean it! I dldn't even think of what your father said! I love you more' than anything else on earth, Garth tried to explain. Go! go! she cried hysterically. Yes, Margo, I am going, but you are wrong, and if you ever iind it out, you can find me at the Graymore hotel, he said slowly, as heleft. After' he was gone, Margo threw herself on the bed and sobbed until she was ex- hausted.. When her father returned, he found her asleep. Gently he awakened her, and, sobbing, she explained what had hap- pened. In the midst of her explanation the bell rang and the bellboy announced that a Mr. Greyland was there to see his son. Why! Mr. Heathershire exclaimed with surprise when Mr. Greyland entered, Aren't you Banker Greyland, the million- aire? V Well, Mr. Greyland laughed, a bit ern- ba.rrassed, I guess you are right, but Where is Garth? Mr. Greyland was an older edition of his son, with the same generous mouth and that something about him which invited trust. When Margo's father explained that Garth was married, .Mr. Greyland, with a choleric expression, asked where his wife was. But after he had been in- troduced to Margo he said, I don't be- lieve Garth has done so badly after all, but where is he? I am going for him now, Margo said.

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THE VOICE 23 MY LITTLE CLOCK When dawn is breaking, My heart is aching, For it's then I realize, As I lie resting My clock's suggesting That I at once must rise. My little clock and I are friends, Until my morning nap he ends, And then he's most destressing, He'd be a pleasant little chap, If only he would let me nap Without the time a-guessing. Whexe'er I am, at work or play, 'I'ime's my companion day by day And I appreciate his warnings. And yet, I wish he would be still And not the air with clamors fill On sleepy, drowsy mornings. -Helen Swan, '40. 'I'EMPUS FUGIT We have a teacher, her hair is black, What do you know, she is sweet on Jack! She knows her English from a to zg She knows her Latin as well as can be. She teaches French, but knows the best Biology when it's always a test. 'I'here's one thing certain she'1l never do- 'I'hat's ring the bell when the time comes due. -Avery and Billings, '41. VOICES 'I'here's a call I hear in fancy, Whispering softly in my ear, When I know the trees are budding, And that laggard, Spring, is near. And I turn my head and listen From the South land where I roam: For the voice of old New England Is beckoning, COME HOME. -Coris Wright, '39, SAMBO'S BEAN Sambo mumbled an' Sambo groaned, 'Tse a planted de las butterbean I owned! I plant him shallow where de groun' wuz But dat ole butterbean jes' won't grow! Den, Howdy! one mawin' when de air wuz warm, Out o' ide groun' come a little green arm, With a crooked elbow and a funny han' An' somep'n shet tight in de flst-my lan'- An' a voice down under dat arm o' green Say, Shet up, Sambo! Heah's yo' bean! -Stetson White, '42.. THE FURNACE In our school we have a furnace, And, Oh! How it does smoke! Some days we study in earnest, And other days we choke. My eyes run like a rippling stream, Enough to float a raft, The tears run down the back of my neck As Austin opens the draft. As I went home from school one night, And I thought of another day, I teased my aunt with all my might That I at home might stay. -Raymond Bragdon. TEMPUS CEDIT Mr. Jones is an extra good guy, He'1l give you rank that is very high. He teaches Civics and Algebra too. When it comes to Physics the kids feel blue. He is always jolly and full of fun, But when he gets serious we feel that we're done. You take him all 'round and he's pretty swell, - He always remembers to ring the bell!