Freeport High School - Clarion Yearbook (Freeport, ME)

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Page Elghteen The Clarlon has Mother Ceclle She has come back lnto the store now, and her comlng lnterrupts Nettle s so care fully practlsed Good mornlng She per CQIVGS Mr Balley blushes Chow admlrablv she does ltlj and greets hlm cordlally He IS very pollte but there IS a feellng behlnd hlS pollteness It seems to grlp your vertabrae and creep up on you comfortlngly Yes Mr Harold Balley IS llke that Dear Mother Ceclle' How can you be so unsuspectlng'7 Well Mrs Benolt says he Jovlally I have a surprlse for you And he wlnks at Nettle vuhlle leanlng hls elbow on the hlgh cash counter How H106 of you' But thls IS a verv speclal surprlse' And he looks at her oh so lntentlyl fYes, he IS llke that'J Mother Ceclle IS confused Her heart leaps and slngs She stops lt Just ln tlme from leaplng rlght out of her eyes and danclng IH h1S curly dark halr She blushes and fidgets For the first tlme ln all the slx weeks he has been vlsltlng her shop dally he really notlces what an attractlve woman she 1S He IS thlnklng to hlmself how pleased she wlll be wlth hlS sulprlse Then she notlces that Nettle ffoollsh peppermlnt eater'J IS Just at hls elbow ' Nettle I left my bag fAnythlng for an excuse J But Mr Harold Balley and Antolnette Tardleu take no heed of what she 1S saylng now Mr Harold puts hls arm lovlngly around Nettles shoulders and proclalms proudly Nettle and I are golng to be marrled' Mother Ceclle feels a llttle falnt She turns about slx shades p'ller and puts her hand to her forehead She gasps Through a mlst there are Nettle and Harold stand lng proudlv Nettle Tardleu standlng on the rulns of Ceclle Benolts dreams' Strange that they have heard nothlng crash Well arent you golng to glve us your blesslng Mother C6C1l9'7 What a nlce smlle what a H106 volce he has' But Mother Ceclle composes herself Somethlnff snaps ID her braln All her fool lshness flashes before her ey es It 1S strange how she felt Just a few mlnutes ago' Oh Mothel Ceclle that was come back' Here she l ' She takes Nettles and Harolds hands ln hers and puts them together But the l1l1St IS stlll there Bless you Nettle Harold' True feellng makes a tlue benedlctlon of the sweet Words NBttlQ and Harold qulte forget Mother Ceclle for the tlme belng but we see her ln the back loom before a mlrror a dry sob ln her throat plllng her halr ln a knob on the top of her head Ullother MQTIG would be satlsfied lf she could see her nowll She mlght be thlnklng of what Harold wlll do when he dlscovers lxettle s peppermlnt fllch lng pl opensltles but she lsnt She may be thlnl mg of her confesslon to Father Freneau nelct Saturday 01 of the completeness of hel llfe wlth no more youth and love affalrs IH It But we llke to suppose that she IS tryln to declde whlch of the glrls of The Street can best take N6tt19S place' Loulse A Hall 32 TRANSLATION OF A QUOI BOW ENTENDRE Vlctor Hugo O Just why should we hark Whlle the song blrds reJolce Far more sweet than the lark Is the sound of your volce Whether God sets hls stars In the heavens of nlght In your eyes there shlne stars Of a much purer llght Whether sprlng tlme resumes Or the sprlng flowers start, The most beautlful blooms Can be found ln your heart Thls dear blrd volclng truth These brlght stars ln your eyes These sweet flowers of youth Show us where true love 1165 Franklln Gould '33 . D . - . Y . . . X ., F 7 - ' u ' as 9 ' - ' -,, , r - v 1 . . . b- 1 . , t . s ' . U - 11 - . , . . , . - - ' ' u ' n - ' u , , , . 5 l . 7 , 7 Y, v . Q 1 Q y V . . -. 1 Q s 7 - . Q A' C u ' rr ' ' ' ' u - ' ' ' u . ' ' V - , v ' Q ' - - , - . x . . . , . . , . i V . . . . , . . . . V .r - ' Pl . . . . , , , , . . . H 1 . ,, l l ' 44 as . . . . A 4 ' H ' ' in J . , . . u - - . ' ' xr nl., L ' , - . . . , ' - r s u v - - , 1 ' ' 17 7 9 - . . . v . . a

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The Clarlon Page Sew enteen Mother C9Cll9 has alw 'lys been to confes slon every Saturday afternoon slnce her elrly glllhood She has never had any SIDS worth lnentlonlng bllt It IS always a serious 'lfl llr And thls 'lftelnoon she IS actually llght hearted' VS hit can h'ue come over her Father F1GY'10'ill ls alw 'lx s 'lmuscd ln splte of lllIY1SCll when he secs who It IS on the other sldc of the wlckct TOll'l.5 he has set tled down for 'l 11011011 of enJoxment But Mother Ceclle Ib startllng lillil He IS not a xerl dlseelnlng m'ln ln such matters but at last after three S lturd lys It penetrates hls consclollsness that Mother Ceclle looks dlf ferent She drops pellltently on her knees It IS r'ltller comfortln to have confesslon Who knows? Perhaps lilothcl Ccclle ls so llght hearted because deep down IH her sub con SCIOUS mlnd she lnows that she really has somethlnff to confess at last' But perlsh the thought' Nlother Fcclle has alw 'lys been the blllw ark of The Street the chlldren learned their catechlsms wlth her guldance and the young glllb alw lys took hel advlce IH af fllrs of the heart Her three fine daughters all safely marrled her one line son who never came back from Ypres all attest to her lntegrlty Now lnstead of talking of the mlstakes she has made IH advlslng fallen young people, she IS actually talking of herself' It seems that she has wrestled wlth herself ln the wee small hollrs tlf he l-.new what a struggle she has had'J and now she wants the good Fathers approval Her Albert has been dead these fifteen years Flfteen years are fifteen years a lonely woman IS a mls take even a WldOW And are not second loves mellower more on the key of content? Hrs extreme youth need not count agalnst hls sympathy and wlsdom need lt And how good he ls how lonely IS she' After Mother Ceclle has gone Father Freneau looks rather shocked He has done hlS best Then he chuckles He stops hlm self Just ln tlme from burstlng out laugh lng But five mlnutes later there are tears ln h1S ey es and hls nose IS qulte red He bows hls head God ls good, what He orders IS rlght Mother Ceclle the Jewel of hlS slmple French people IS passlng through thls queer phase as so many others do She might be a llttle more graceful than the others bu she ISD t' Who knows Perhaps good Mother Ceclle can make thlS case tllrn out dlffer ently than those otllels At any rate there w lll be 'lnother large grollp whlch she wlll be able to advlse No loss wlthout some gflln' Dear Mother Ceclle wlth her common pllce fancy' Nettle IS 'rgaln poslng YV1tl'1 one hand ln the peppelmlllt Jar May we add that there ls a mllror directly ln back of that part of the counter on Wl11Cl'1 the Jar rests' Yes, lNettle 1S poslng She has her head on one slde her black eves sparkllng and a baby stale much ln exldence She bares her teeth ln '1 charming Snllle and says Good morlllng at her reflectlon softly b6XVltCl'l lngly Medltatlvely she puts the dustlest corner of the dust rag IH her mouth lnstead of a p6pIl61m1nt Thls causes her to make a face XVh1C,l'1 IS fflr from ch lrmlng You see she has managed to gather qulte a blt of dust on that rag ln splte of the fact that her thoughts are occupled w lth Mr Harold B'l.llCY lNow she laughs provoklngly at the leflectlon and closes the peppelmlnt Jar, YV1thOllt taklng any' Refiectlvely she scrutl H1265 her countenance first from thls angle then from that One can see that Mr Ballev calls dally' Finally she produces a compact and 'touches up hel petlte freckled nose Mother Ceclle enters nods brlghtly and proceeds to the back room She seems qulte sprlghtly Yes lndeed, one would sav that Mr Barley calls dally' At any rate here he IS today How merrlly the door slams on the sparkling mornlrlg sunshlne ln The Street' Good mornlng Tolnette ' vlbrantly Yes lndeed, from hlS tone one would thlnk that there are other tlmes when he sees Nettle except on dallJ calls One would thlnk that there IS qulte a blt between them, and one would thlnk rlght Mr Harold Balley IS llke that anyway but thls tlme he IS ln earnest The Street IS so used to hlm that lt has forgotten hlm But Nettle hasn't nor 4- 1 .- V . , ' s Z L ' . L 1 . , . V . . . . V V . . . S, , , . , t . . ' . . , r. 1 . 4 . . . l. - y v I . . . - . C L 1 . . C .l . v - '44 v v. -. ' ' v 6 Q 4 ' ' .4 . 4-. 1 ,x , . . I A 7 L L - I . . . n- - v . , , , ,.,. L , - t . 4 , . . .' ' v L '. 1 J . A 1 n - V . V IV . , '. - ' ' . 5 C' K l . . n - . . 1 r s r v ' 4 ' C ' 4. -1 L ., . . l L . . . 's ' ' ' ' 5 ' cr ' - - u L 1, . . - . v . , ' 'y . V.. ,. .. A ,. y,.A . - ' ,, . V. u . - - . - . it 1 l i ' H ' ' - . . V ' ' C ,., .Qc , . ' . ' ' ' 'li . l,, L: vcr.. Q . . V ' ,T . 1 ' - ' 1 ' 1 ' 2 . , N, .. .Z I . - . . 1 ' . . ,- 1 . ' V' s ' 4 t'. I ' ' w A . V . . 1 1 1 ' - 4 - 1 v A p ' ' v 4 H . ' . V . . . 5 Y 7 Q C s ' Y ' I . .- r . . V . - . . . r I 3 ' . - ' ! ' . I . Y . . Y. . , r . , . .FU . H . , . . , . , . . if Pk Pk li 911 ' ' ' , . . . v ' 4 A V 1 ' 1 . Y . . . . .

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The Clarron Page Nmeteen INIMORI Xl ITY They say today that he 1s dead How can that be when yesterday He w 'rllxcd and talked md ,greeted me And saw thrs selfsame sort of day' Per haps he walked 'rs I now walk T e wmd '1 rushm bold rt hmr The buds '1 smgm round hrs he'1d The sun 1 rollmt, down rts rrm A weddmg rs to be tonlght I w xlk through grass and wrnd and sun How can he drc frnd llfc go on? The boys 'Ire plfrymg ball down there On yonder hrll '1 plow and team Uphcave the slrcl est mounds rn rows That he IS dc td rt cannot seem' I beat 'md throb w mth yoyous lrfe I feel xt use 'Ind sw ell and cheer I cfm not help but srnff aloud Oh he would smg rf he were here' So green the grass o blue the ky And yet we know that we shall d1e How can we thmlr that he rs dead NI hen such a sky ls oxerl1e'1d'7 Oh no' I must belrexe rt so We call rt dxe but onward go Beyond that sleep w hrch we term death A BROOK Lrt le streamlet SIHQIIHQ' smgrng L1 pln down the hill Lyer trrllmg Sornetmres mlllrng In '1 dmzy dmrpltd eddy Brightly SXVINQIIIQ, Past alreadv In rts wmdmg by the mr Here a rrll Enters sklppmg Brrffhtly drrppmg And rt tmkles As rt crrnkles Down the pebbled hr Slowly come the snow 'rn coldness Long and hollow For the moanmff current Thtre resounding Down the mountam All the echoes Of the cmckmg lNever lfmckrng, So recurrent In the freezmg of the rcy domes Never batmg Never satmg Therr own echoes Seem to follow Wrth great boldness In and out the homes But when swollen by sprmg water Down xt gushes, Down rt rushes Through the mrll race, Always onward always seaward, One of meltmg wmters daughter Joyous wrld and wayward Now from months of slugglsh calm Has It taken on alarm, Through farrcr skres that catch our breath Set 3 mad 13309, And bree7es sweeter far than those To worlds wherern each rests and knows The yrtfd pulse of hrs own race, Goes on and on at deathlcss pace' Lourse Hall '32 Stoppmff not but madly twrrlmg Onward whrrlmg, Fallmg rn a cataract Down the rocky mountain Lrke a fountam Burst through xce so tlghtly packed In the mrll race Franklm Gould 33 . I 1 . r 1 1 .c I 1. 1 r . ' Q. , ' Y 1 , U, L. . L D- ' ' T, '. 'L . . '- 1 f' . .' 9 I 7 x Y L s sl ll . ' , '-K7 L' . . I' - p ' ' ., . , ' , ' 'l1. h, .-' : ' g z ' , , , . . . K L , I . V. Us , Q . 5 L , ,b 1. . l Q 4 - ' l ' I f '. . A . Y . . . Q ' 'l1. ' n YZ v 1 Y. Tic-4:. 1' 7 Y A 4 d Q To think of wedding days and joys. Forming homes I L . L I . ll 1 . 1 H , . X .3 ' . C C I . s I I 1 ,E X -1 : , ' . 3 l' l . . I L 'Y- IZ r . . . . . . I I , C C Y . , ' . . V ' y . 5. C . Q C 1 D : ' 7 .' ' , . I A . ' ' s s ' Y, L I I ' L In Y ' I Y I I' I c . . , v , , . . v . , . , Y ' u ' rx , , Y , l - 7 ly ' ' v L. ,A . ' , , . y . I ' P3 Y ' I -, . , , . . , , . . ,