Guilford High School - Rostrum Yearbook (Guilford, ME)

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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

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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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THE ROSTRUM 13 were chosen by the men of the tribe, and the office lasted for life. For aboutfifty years the planters and traders of Maine carried on their inter- course with the Indians without any open out-break- As England got more control in the colonies, the Indians were treated worse, and therefore formed two parties, the friendly and the un- friendly, this resulted in King Philips war in 1675. As time advanced, more and more land was taken from the Indians, until they are hardly ever seen now. The few that are left have lost all resemb- lance, in character and habits of life, to their ancestors of two centuries ago. Otelia Rogers '25. ..l.. . Freshman Studies The Freshman class find History The worst possible mystery, For there is war with this king And what it did bring. Some person was murdered, some other was dead, And in all it's enough to turn a saint's head. But in Mathematics we find comfort and rest For of all the studies that is surely the best. We must make Z equal X and Y equal O And never, never answer a question with uno. The English with its verb, article and noun Is being taught to all the town. An essay here and an exam there, Oh, English is all through the air! The General Science tells of sun, moon and stars, Automobiles, aeroplanes and trolley cars, Of all things old, and all things new, For all things in this book are true. There's Manual Training for the boys to take While the girls are learning to bake a cake, And sew a seam, and sweep the door, All these things and many more. These are the studies of the freshman class If successful in all, you are sure to pass. Pearl Ward '28. Making Good With the Giants For the last six weeks the two lead- ing teams in the National League had been fighting for the lead in the Penant Race. These two teams were the Chica- go Cubs and the New York Giants. As luck or fate would have it, these two teams were to play the last series of the year in New York. If Chicago won, it would be necessary only to break even in the series, but in order for the Giants to win, they would have to win three out of the four games. There were many who thought that the Giants didnit have a chance, but others thought that they might win because of the fighting spirit they had that year. On the New York bench, 'a young man, Jack Blake by name, was at the start of the first game. He was not more than twenty or twenty-one years old. He had been taken from one of the leading colleges and put right in the big league, but so far that year, he had only played in one or two games. The Giants took the first game of the series-2 to 1, in a thrilling 12-inning game. The second game was an entire- ly different affair. The game was a slugfest, each team using five pitchers- In the end, the Cubs won by a score of 12 to 10. The game started, using the same line-up as in the lirst game, except for the pitchers. The line-up did not stay thus long however, because' in the fourth inning, the star second-baseman severely sprained his ankle when slid- ing to third. Thus it was that the young man, who had patiently sat on thebench all the year, got his chance in one of the most crucial games of the year. Needless to say, he was as ner- vous as anyone, not having played be- ' --1' '