Freeport High School - Clarion Yearbook (Freeport, ME)

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EDITORIALS EIICRS The play Ducks was presented hy the Senior Class of Free- po1't.High School, Friday, Dee. l 4, 1928, at the Nordiea Theater. There was :L full house of four hundred persons and over 35125 taken in. Gladys Oliver appeared as a feminine advocate of farm relief. Clyde Ulriokson, in the role of the lll2l.lltl,gGl' of her ranch, help- ed her keep the wolf from the door until oil was discovered on her land, and then he nin,rried her. Tate Ayer acted very natural :Ls the young airnmn stricken with amnesia as the result of :L crash near the rnnchhouse. His heart was soon captivated by Frances Cushing, :L college friend of Marislou, very modern in her ideas and llzipperish in her appeairzince. The clown of the play, Philmon I-Inteh, was :L riot. His pert called for a sen'1i-llalfwit who mixed things up, did most of the ranting a- round, and was concerned mostly with divulging gossip before anyone else. No other nniateur could have done more with the part. The acting was direeted hy Miss Ashworth, who had coached Senior dranms for several years. Cast of Characters. Marilou Drury, owner of the ranch ............ Terry Redmond, foreman ............ Duckland Jarvis, who just dropped in... Peggy Norman, Mari1ou's College Chum . . Samantha, who runs the ranch .......... Heinic, red-headed choreboy .... Don Leland, a neighbor .............. Cecile Clement, Jarvis' Eastern friend.. . Dallas Gibson, who wants the ranch .... Doc Marshall, M. D. to the cows ..... I7 . . .Gladys Oliver .Clyde Ulrickson . . . .Stanley Ayer , . . . Frances Cushing Dorothy Marsto11 . .Philmon Hatch . . . .George Soule . . . .Esther Osgood . . .Ralph Winslow . . . Lewis Pervier

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LITERARY the man with the yellow madness. After Amos had carefully recounted the gold nuggets, more precious to him than life, he hid them in the toe of a darned stocking which he concealed under a cobble st-one of the hearth. Then Amos casually walked over to a tiny cot in the chimney corner where a small head covered with golden ringlets pecped above the crazy quilt. This golden head belonged to Polly Slatts, Amos' only daughter, to whom he commonly referred as it , The mother had died when Polly was two years oldg and so for the past three years she had lived under the unsym- pathetic protection of her gold-craving father in a tiny log cabin situated in the southern part of the Sacramento Valley. Having had no children to play with, Polly scarcely knew that there were such beings as herself. Her only playmate was a large collie, named Bruno. Although Amos, father had been a vcry religious man, Amos never had had any leanings in that direction, and therefore he had been turned out of the family to shift for himself. After roaming here and there for six years, he landed at Sacramento, but the gold craze crushed him as it did all the other seekers, and like King Midas, nothing but gold, gold, gold could bring content. Yet in spite of his irritation and Wrath, little Polly seemed to sense that it wasnit her father's true self that made him whip and beat her. Although she had never known him otherwise, she loved him dearly. Tonight as Amos leaned over the cot, he whispered to the sleeping Polly, Ah ! Little one 1 After I send ye ter the home, I'll certainly miss givin' yer yer daily lickin's-but then, it on- ly takes up time, I s'pose, when I might be gittin, some blast- in' did with Felix and Jim clown the ole mine l The next morning Amos and Polly were up at five thirty. After the customary scanty and quiet breakfast Polly timidly asked, Daddy gonna let Bruno an' Polly go ter mine wid him I9