Guilford High School - Rostrum Yearbook (Guilford, ME)

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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'

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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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l l P L, 12 THE ROSTRUM Thanks, thanks, to thee, my worthy friend, For the service thou hast rendered, Since by the power of Henry's brain You evolved, was patched and mended. You'll ne'er glide over the road again, For your useful days are ended. Garnett Gourley '27. -l-.li The Indians of Early Maine The Indians of Maine were of ordi- nary stature, very erect, and of great muscular strength. Their hair was long and coarse. Their complexions were rather peculiar, with a reddish tint, which, at a glance, enabled one to dis- tinguish them from the negro, or the most dark-skinned European. The men were beardless, but, strange to say, the reason for this is unknown, and there are many different opinions regarding it. Smith says that they had no beards, others have said that the young men plucked out their beards, until the roots were destroyed. Still others say that the Indians anointed their bodies with a lotion, which protected them from flies, and prevented the growth of a beard. Both men and women were fond of gay colors in their clothing. Their dress consisted of furs in winter, and in summer of skins from which the fur had been removed. They were all fond of ornaments, and decorated their per- sons with gorgeously colored plumes. shells, beads and wings. Among themselves, the Indians were remarkably honest. In trade they were fair, and after witnessing some of the mean tricks which the white people did, they often expressed astonishment. They were very grave and seemed never to forget a kindness or an injury, al- ways being ready to share their last bit of food with a stranger who enter- ed the Wigwam. The Indians could drink the strongest rum, unmixed, until roused to a dread- ful degree of frenzy, they appeared more like demons than men, and were capable of most any crime. They generally lived in small villages. The huts, built of boughs of trees and of bark, were always in the forest. The floors were always carpeted with the green twigs of hemlock. The walls served as a protection against wind and rain. In the center of the hut a bright fire burned, the smoke rising through a small hole in the roof, leaving the atmosphere within quite pure. The men would be lying around sleeping while the women were busy- They sat upon the floor, braiding their baskets, and chatting in low, musical tones, rarely smiling. Furniture, like we have, was never seen in a hut. There were neither chairs, stools, nor tables. They had no regular meals, but ate when hungry. One great defect of the Indians was the want of cleanliness. They never were seen washing their faces or hands, or their clothing and cooking utensils. But the interior of their cabins always ap- peared neat. Christianity was first taught the Indians by a Catholic mis- sionary from France. As early as 1608 two missionaries commenced their la- bors at Mt. Desert. In 1646 a chapel was built at Old Point, Norridgewock. The Indians really had no religious opinions. They were vaguely allowing their minds to fleet through the hunt- ing grounds, and beyond the grave. Their government was of a very simple form. Each tribe had a chief, and subordinate chiefs. The chiefs