Gilman High School - Gilmanac Yearbook (Northeast Harbor, ME)

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-:sez--ze-u-GILTIAINI-as-M--x-ec--u-HIGH-zz--sees.-se-:esCH00Ln-'-u--u-4+ 419454 a 4 a w 4 4 w 4 THE GILMANAC w a 4 4 4 a 4 4 wl945w p srooxcs, I say . 1 I was on vacation a short time ago staying in an old deserted mansion in which human foot had not stepped, and by the looks,- hu- man hand had not weilded a dust cloth for many long years. People whispered that there was some manner of spirits living ,in thisnnld deserted house. I being an adventurous person, wanted to find out the truth of these statements. Most of all, I think to show the townspeople that I could stay in a haunted house all night without being harmed. Just so I wouldn't be all alone, a million miles from nowhere, which was five miles from town, I brought my maid, Agatha, with me. Needless to say she was a timid soul, as are all maids I have the misfortune to hire. -But she came.. On the second night of our stay at the old mansion I was lying in bed, sleepless. It was one of those stormy electrically charged nights. One could hear the moaning of the trees as the wind passed through their branches and in .the distance could be heard the low growl of thunder. Suddenly, I jumped! what was that ? Above the rattle of the storm I seemed to hear a weird loud muaicaless music. I listened again. I could still hear itg it was coming from down- stairs. Agatha, hearing the sounds at the same time I did, came softly running into my room. Her face was as white as a sheet and she was trembling violently. I calmed her a little and took in my shaking hand a revolver which I secretly kept by my bed. My knees were so wobbly and knocked together so much as I started down the stairs that the apparation must surely be able to hear me I thought. Suddenly, there was a high wailing note accompanied by a stroke of lightning,which sent me almost fainting, back up the stairs. When I had calmed myself, and the wild beating of my heart had ceas ed a little, I started down the stairs again. One, two,three, four, I counted the old, rotten and sqeaky steps,while I gripped tightly the revolver all the time. I reached the bottom step and felt my way through the dark kitchen to the living room door. ' In the living room stood a large old piano. Much to my horror, in a flash of lightning, I saw something which to me looked like white fingers noving across the piano. I stood glued to the floor, watching, watching, as they continued to move across the tuneless keys. All at once a flash of lightning illuminated the room, show- ing me that white thing that was walking across the piano evidently enjoying the noise it made. No, it was not a spook, it was not a mouse, it was, of all things: Agatha's white cat. Anita Walls '44 - 15 -

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4:-u--n--u-GILMAN-n-ee-M--M-QGHIGHQSQ:-esiee-x-SCIfIOOL-n--ze-J:-ze u1943a s s a a s s s 4 THE GILMANAC a s a 4 4 s s s a1945u A SOLDIER'S LETTER fcontinuedl My dear son, I Have been so.anxious about you, as you said you haven't been receiving my letters. I donft suppose it can be helped but I hope you get this, as it would make me happy. Dear son, what I am about to write isn't easy and please when you read this be the soldier that I know .you are. Dear, death is not spoken in kind easy words, but I know it is near the time for me to leave this world and I can gladly say I am proud to have my son serving our country. Remember dear, never be afraid of what your heart says is right. - Your devoted mother Jerryfs eyes were closed. Joe looked from the letter to Jerry. There was a peaceful smile on his face as his eyes closed for Jerry knew he would be meeting his mother soon and he knew also that he hadn't failed his country. Geraldine MacKenzie '44 - JUST A DOG He is a dogg small, wiry, alert, with short stiff legs, spotted with black.. His long shabby hair fwhite but with large black blots? gives him an appearence of being fat, but when wep, he shrinks away to-a trembling. skinny bag of bones. A short bushey tail, curled up over his back, wags'ddubtfu11y every time you speak to him. If your hand is within reach, he will push his cool, wet nose into it, begging with his eyes for you to scratch his ears, or pat his back. When you get close enough, you can see that the hazy blue disks set deep in his brown worried eyes seem to give out a lurid light. He can express feelings with his ears that require all the features of a human to express. He makes them lie down in shame when anyone scolds him, or makes them stand boldly erect when anyone calls him. Q - Alertness is his outstanding quality. He is never re- laxed even when sleeping, but ready to jump at every sound or movement. When the people come near the house he hastens to challenge them with high pitched, rasping voice. Hoyt Clark '44 4 1-D -