Guilford High School - Rostrum Yearbook (Guilford, ME)

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10 THE ROSTRUM The origin of the fire is still unknown Even to the present day But sometime, may God decree The secret will give way. And so we lost our building In that tragic way so true, But we hope that to us may be given A far better structure so new. R. Dunphy '28, Number Please That was surely a nice girl, said Dirk to Bill as they came home from the dance, one nice, pretty, young lady. Who was the girl who was dressed in blue silk and who danced like a fluff in the wind ? She gave me her name and address, replied Dirk, Her name is Miss Adams. I have forgotten her address, but her telephone number is 4352 Sure of it are you ? questioned Bill in a tantalizing tone. Of course, I never have to write down anything as easy as 4325. I am going to call her up tomorrow and invite her out to dinner. You have such a fine memory that you ought to be a professor in a memory school for habitual forgettersf' retorted Bill. What is the number-5432 or did you say 4325 ? Dirk got home earlier than usual the next afternoon and thought he would call up Miss Adams before his chum ar- rived: as he knew Bill would be sure to make fun of him if he happened to get the wrong number. He called Central and asked for 3542. Hello, is Miss Adams there? Hold the line a minute please, re- torted a rather gruff voice, No, her time expired to day. Time expired? What do you mean? What number is this? asked Dirk awe- stricken. This is 3542-County jail. A bit upset Dirk hung up the receiver and in a minute called Central again. Hello, I'm trying to get a young lady by the name of Adams. I cannot exact- ly remember the number, but it is either 5432, 4352 or 3542. I know the last number is 2- A Her name was Adams? What was her first name? came back central's voice. I don't exactly remember, but if you will help find the young lady, I'll get you a tive-pound box of chocolates. A minute later Dirk heard Central click and the following conversation reached his ears: Hello, is Miss Adams there? Yessah, yessah, what can I do for you sah ? Central snickered, and Dirk grinned and remarked that he guessed that was also the wrong number and he hung up. Not much luck so far, he murmur- ed, but I'll try 2345. The number was given and a woman's voice answer- ed. Is Miss Adams there? This is Miss Adams. What can I do for you ? the voice went on. Are you the person I met at the dance last--? No, I'm not! ! Young man, or old man, I haven't been to a dance in all my life. If this is a joke, it is an im- pudent one! Madam, I beg your pardon. The joke is on me. Dirk tried 4523, but this only proved to be an oyster house down on the docks and no Miss Adams worked there. Cen-

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THE ROSTRUM 9 Seventy-nine per-cent of the total area of Maine is in woodland. Very much spruce is found in the Andros- coggin River basin and in 1899 there was estimated 21,239,000,000 feet of standing spruce in Maine. Large pulp mills are found on the Androscoggin, Kennebec and Penobscot rivers. Also much pine is found in Maine causing her to be called The Pine Tree State. Farming, fishing, lumbering and manufacturing are the main occupa- tions of Maine. The most important fish caught are lobsters, clams and sal- mon. Large fisheries are found through- out the state. Woolen and cotton goods are the leading manufacturers with Lewiston as the manufacturing center. The largest cities of Maine are Port- land, Lewiston, Bangor, Biddeford and Augusta. Augusta is the capitol and Portland the largest city. The govern- ment of Maine is the same as found in all states, the leading factors being the legislature and the executive and judi- ciary departments. The schools of Maine are showing a marked improvement in late years, free public schools prevail throughout ,the state. The leading Normal Schools are situated in Farmington, Castine and Gorham. The higher educational schools are The University of Maine at Orono, Bowdoin College at Brunswick, Bates College at Lewiston and Colby College at Waterville. As a whole Maine is one of the most desirable states in the United States of America- Its climate is healthful, it abounds in wealth, in rivers, lakes, mountains, forests and minerals. Its sea shore is one of the the most beauti- ful in the world and it is the summer home of tourists and hunters from all parts of the United States I do not wonder that the people of Maine are proud of their state. They could not express their appreciation of her better than in the following song: Way up in Maine, tell out the strain With loyal hearts elate, Ye youths of worth of Pine Tree birth Tell out your noble state. Her wide expanse, her woodland dense Her azure lakes galore, Tell out the thousand isles that fringe Her tidal shore. Way up in Maine is home to me, Dear old hills and vales and foaming sea, Near and far let this refrain Ever be her sign and song, Way up in Maine. Aldine B. Welts '25. Our G. H. S. 1892-1925 To the Townspeople of Guilford In our fair town of Guilford, In the year of '92 There was started a school house, Which was dedicated to you. The foundation was laid of brick Which stood through thick and thin, And chimneys high were stacked, Which had to be blown in. That which was done, was done well For that early year, And the pride of Guilford rang To all from far and near. For the pupils that gathered therein The building was becoming too small, And sooner or later the time would come When people must heed its call. On April 4th in '25 A red glow lit the darkened sky, And the news that went through all the town Was surely a stunner all around. And as the next m01'ning dawned A sad spectacle was eyed, For the fire carried before it That which was Guilford's pride.

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THE ROSTRUM 11 tral's voice assured Dirk that as there was only one other possible combina- tion, he would doubtless get her in a very few moments: Hello, is there a Miss Adams there ? Describe her please. Brown hair, dark eyes. She were a blue dress the last time-- Hold the line please.-No, I have looked all through the slabs and er- Say, what is this-a morgue? asked Dirk in surprise. Yesser, Yesserf' By this time Central was almost in hysterics, and Dirk knew he could not blame her. Say, Central, I'll make that box of chocolates a ten pound one. Please give me your name and address. My name is M. Adams, and my tele- phone number at home is 4352.9 Dirk gasped. You are the girl I or- My hair is brown and my eyes brown. The next time you want to call me make a note of the number-4352. It is so easy to forget. You rascal! You knew all the time! Why didn't you tell me? What time do you quit? 5:15 came the answer. Will you take dinner with me ? Yes, I guess I can manage. This ofhce is 1213 Washington Street. Don't forget the number-Better write it down. Dirk wrote down the number with a shaking hand, and at 5:15 sharp he was at the ofiice door at 1213 Washing- ton Street, and gave a loud but excited rap. Vera Applebee '28. The Discarded Flivver Under the spreading apple tree, An ancient flivver stands, It bears the date 1903. It has been cranked by many hands, And thc wheels,f--of which there are only three, Are minus their rubber bands. The hood is gone, the windshield smashed, The belt is off the fan, And the lights on either side the dash, Each rcscmhie a tomato can. They look the whole world in the face But they serve not any man. - Week in week out, from morn till night, You can see it sitting so, This car that once was a beautiful sight, Long since refused to go, In the past it would go with all its might, But that was rather slow. The children going home from school, Look in where there is no door, They shiver to think how airy and cool, It was to ride in the days of yore When cars had no top and the general rule, Was to have the back seat two feet from the fioor. It went on Sunday to the church, And carried the farn1er's boys, And after the service carried them home. In spite of all the noise, All the family would assure Old Dad, He couldn't have made a better choice. It's way ahead of the old carry-all The old man said in surprise, As he needs must think ,of it once more, How on a junk pile it lies, And with a hard rough hand he wipes, The mud out of his eyes. Boiling-roaring--rattling, Along the road it would crawl, Each year they would fix it up Then store it away in the fall It would take them there and back again, If they had plenty of gas,--and that's all. -l'