Gardiner Area High School - Quill Yearbook (Gardiner, ME)

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IO THE QUILL of their garments were loosened and borne away. Then it was raining, incrediby hard. Fortissimo CVery loudl The thunder-heads raised their quarrel- ling voices higher and higher, hurled light- nings. The bolts crashed into one another and rolled and rumbled and were lost in the uproar. An evergreen was cleft asunder through its very heart and trembled and toppled. The old houses wept. Morendo CGradually softer and slowerj At its very height the storm ended, sud- denly, completely. The lightnings went out as though controlled by a master-switch, the thunder died into sullen rumblings, the rain stopped as if a faucet somewhere had been turned off. The wind became only a wandering breeze, touching lightly the sud- den ruins of flowers. The wet fires of the trees burned thickly, unquenched. -Thelma Gillespie, '38 EATING Eating is essential. Everybody, of course, realizes this fact, although I sometimes won- der if everybody does. During the past few months I have been watching people eat, especially as to how much they eat and how they eat. I find that there are eating classes: the elderly, the middle-aged, and the young people. First, I will discuss the older generation. Most old people like to eat. By old I don't mean aged to the extent that they are feeble, but about sixty-five or seventy years old. I may be wrong, but it seems to me that this group of people like to eat and eat a lot and take their time in doing it too. They just love to have their food all around them and then start in with the first course and eat their way to the dessert. The women of this class have good table manners, but those of the men are not likely to be so good. Now, the middle aged group. This group of eaters, in my opinion, is the best. They have moderation in the amount of food that they consume and also in the way they eat. Nor do they Cat slowly or in very large amounts. Persons of forty or forty- five, I think, are at their prime as far as eat- ing is concerned. Their diet is balanced, and they realize that food must digest. Their manners are generally good, but they aren't fussy to the extent that every thing must be eaten just so. Young people - boys. Every boy that I have ever had an acquaintance with, liked to eat. We don't like to dilly-dally around when we eat either. If there's anything that gets me, it is waiting for the older people to finish in order to get the dessert. Sad to say our manners aren't what they should be and no one knows a formula to clear the situation up. Girls-I actually have a great deal of sympathy for them. I suppose they really have to be stylish and not be fat, but when it comes to starving oneself in order to keep the body looking nice, it seems to me a little foolish. Naturally -- thin girl, you are lucky - at least you can eat. But there is one thing. I have noticed some girls eat little, but much of what they do eat is fat- tening food, candy and the like. No won- der they have trouble in keeping thin. Girls for the most part have nice manners. On the whole I think males eat more than

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THE QUILL 9 We My f if Rat WWI V T 1 - r l in fi lllur T it T + 1 'til ll T ff- 1. 4 ' ., 423, WORD SYMPHONY Andante fSlowg quietj The day was warm with sun and splashed lavishly with its gold. All along the streets maples flamed like living fire, sumac glowedg every bronze and russet tree dreamed of light. Only the evergreens remained un' changed, unresponsive to the witchery of autumn: rough dark patches on the tapes- try of warm reds and brownsg indrawn, re- mote, against pale yellow. A subtle wind set the leaves whispering, and rustled them along the walks, then with a start whirled them up like waterspouts to scratch faintly at doors and fall into win- dow-boxes. The old houses were sleeping in the warmth, their eyes closed, the smoke from their chimneys curling lazily in a blue haze. They made one think of old men, drowsing on a sunny bench, their pipes forgotten but still smoking in their mouths. Pianissimo fVery softj The wind was really very tired. Finally it rested in the translucent clouds that had grown over the face of the sun. The after- noon became breathless. From the south and the west two different thunder-heads growled at each other, their dark looks casting a pall over the whole sky. Desultory lightnings played along their edges, chasing one another, cutting off ragged corners of clouds. The lighted trees wondered at the quick fires. The evergreens brooded in secret fear. Smoke-rings mounted and disappeared like wraiths in the sky. Crescendo COradually increasing in forcej Abruptly the wind lived again. A fierce gust rushed swiftly along the hills and through the town, sending the leaves pirouf etting madly up and down the roadways. It swept up the dust in the streets and flung it into the eyes of the old housesg and the sleepy old houses blinked and came awake. The trees shivered as tattered fragments

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