Hallowell High School - Venture Yearbook (Hallowell, ME)

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10 The VENTURE There is one young man in our class who attracts much attention by his seemingly vain attempts to keep his locks in order. Bernard, after much deliberation, I finally decided upon this bottle of Slickum. Faith- fully applied, it will surely reward your labors. It is to be lamented that clocks are unknown in Hayes's part of the town, to all appearances. At least, he has never been on time at any occasion during his four years' career. Please accept this alarm clock, Jimmy, and never again be late. Lawrence, for you I have some- thing that I know you will often find useful. These foot-pads are guaran- teed to be perfectly silent when you are creeping into the house in the wee, small hours. Now for you, Mayers! I under- stand that, owing to your length of limb, you are obliged to sleep cross- wise in bed. Your parents have said that they are going to buy you a spe- cial bed, so that you may straighten out before it is too late. I will save them that trouble. Ludger has a soft spot in his heart for girls, and, in particular, for girls dressed in blue, but for some reason, to me unknown, his suit, so far, has not prospered. This sad fact I deep- ly deplore, and that he may not meet with further disappointment, I have secured for him this attractive little lady. Louise, there are those who seek honors and there are those who have honors thrust upon them, to the lat- ter class you belong. Realizing that your attainments through our four years of class associations at Hallo- well High have reached that state called perfection, on behalf of your classmates, I bestow upon you this medal. Raymond, you are one who never seemed to own a note-book, at least, you were always borrowing one of some kind-hearted classmate. I think it is time that you had one of your very own. Every class has its bashful youth or maiden, and we shall never know just what weighty wisdom has been lost to us through the retiring nature of one of our members. There is an old adage that if you do not blow your own horn, no one will blow it for you. The modern adaption is that if you do not crow for yourself, no one will crow for you. Charlotte, perceiving that you need help, I pre- sent to you this thoroughbred roos- ter. May his clarion notes be heard where your feeble tones would fail to penetrate. When a fellow will go without his supper for the sake of a bat, it's hard to have to share it with another boy who is considerably larger. Charlie, please accept this one for yourself, you have certainly earned it. Clarence, if you must indulge in week-end trips, you should be pre- pared. Now with this airplane at- tached to the top of your car, you will be able to fly home the next time you get stranded in the country, and will not have to spend two long days there, waiting for repairs to be made. Ella, for you I have a preparation that is a sure cure for blushes. I know that you suffer from this con- spicuous aifliction, but, if you will follow the directions enclosed, you will be saved from all further em- barrassment. Albion is famous for affairs of the heart. Notice that I use the plural, for he always has a new girl in tow. Perhaps this glue will enable him to stick to the last favorite a bit longer. I know that Ruth is fond of kisses. Just how I know, I will not say. Now there are different kinds of kisses, but for a young girl this variety, though perhaps not the sweetest, is certainly safest.

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The VENTURE 9 To the young man or woman, shorthand offers a great opportunity either as a career or as a stepping stone. Many of our most prominent public men and women owe their positions to the start shorthand gave them. Among these, to mention only a few, are: Charles Dickens, Frank Vanderlip, Edward Bok, Irvin Cobb and Samuel Insull. That stenography requires appli- cation and hard study, anyone who has taken it will not deny. Quoting from that inimitable author, Charles Dickens, who gave in David Copper- field something of the struggle he himself had with shorthand symbols, we learn its difiiculty: I bought an approved scheme of the noble art and mystery of stenog- raphy and plunged into a sea of per- plexity that brought me in a few weeks, to the confines of distraction. The changes that were rung upon dots, which in such a position meant such a thing, and in such another position something else, entirely dif- ferent, the wonderful vagaries that were played by circles, the unac- countable consequences that resulted from marks like flies' legs, the tre- mendous effect of a curved line in the wrong place 3 not only troubled my waking hours, but appeared in my sleep. When I had groped my way, blindly, through these difficulties, and had mastered the alphabet, which was an Egyptian Temple in itself, there appeared a procession of new horrors, called arbitrary char- acters, the most despotic characters I have ever known. When I had fixed these wretches in my mind, I found that they had driven every- thing else out of it, and thus the struggle went on. But success crowned his efforts, and his knowledge of shorthand be- came a stepping stone to fame. Such it may become to some of us, to all of us it is a definite aid to economic independence. Lyndon M ayers. PRESENTATION OF GIFTS I have no apologies for my appear- ance here today. My classmates have seen fit to invite me to disclose to an interested world their intimate characteristics, and I have accepted their invitation. Very likely, it is my reputation for truth-telling that has influenced them to select me to perform this difficult task. My mod- esty forbids me to believe that jus- tice prompted them to choose me, as the only one who approached abso- lute perfection, and so was in no need of friendly admonition myself. Perhaps they fancy that my grati- tude for the honor that they have conferred upon me will induce me to close my eyes to the more flagrant of their faults, or, at least, to smooth over their rough edges before pre- senting them to the laughter of the public. Such is not my purpose, however, for, while I have the great- est desire to retain their friendship, I have also the highest appreciation of my duty, and feel myself bound to delineate as accurately as possible their peculiarities and idiosyncrasies. Iva, your reputation among your classmates is that of a person who delights in the profuse use of words, big and little, mostly big. As a re- minder of your high school days, I have chosen some particularly long ones for you. Use them to good ad- vantage. Elizabeth, for you I have selected a most appropriate gift. We all know of your fondness for letter-writing, especially to those of the opposite sex. This stationery is sure to please any young man. We have fashion well represented in our class in the person of Olive. Her dresses are the envy of the school, at least of the feminine por- tion, but in this style book, I know she will find some patterns that will go far ahead of any that she has yet rie .

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The VENTURE 11 And now, my good friends, if there are any whom I have slighted in my distribution of well-deserved remem- brances, please do not feel that you are more fortunate than the rest, but remember that it is only to take from the lustre of the great to tell of the faults of the small. In conclusion, let me give you a bit of advice from George Ade, If you can't be good, be careful. Helen A. Fuller. PROPHECY My, but this is scrumptious ! With these words I flung myself down on the sand in front of my cousin, who was languidly reclining in a beach chair, reading a novel. Hearing an inarticulate murmur, I realized that the book must be inter- esting and craned my neck to see the title. After much effort, I succeeded. It was Yesterday and Today. What an odd title! I commented idly, then I relaxed into a more com- fortable position, and with dreamy eyes watched the flight of a sea-gull, now dipping, now rising high in the air, his wings glistening in the sun. Yesterday and Today! How those words lingered in my mind! They brought back to me graduation day of two short years ago, when for the last time the class of 1928 had assembled. Ah, yes! my class of 1928, our yesterday is gone, today is here, but what about tomorrow?1 What about our future? Is it to be! a golden one, or tarnished with the!! rust of failure and unhappiness? Qi My eyes were on the sparkling waves, edged with the saucy white- 1 caps, but my mind was far away, Wandering thru old familiar scenes, when, suddenly, a huge emerald wave rose high in the air. Then it slowly parted and through it appeared ak throne-like structure, covered with w dripping sea-moss. On the throne reclined an old man, white-haired and white-bearded. He held in his gnarled old hands a glittering wand from which dangled bits of sea-weed. This wand he waved once, twice, and then there appeared forms of maidens dancing around his throne. To my ears came faint, sweet music, and I felt myself lifted gently by some unknown force and borne out over the waters. I put my hands over my eyes in fear, as I felt my- self going downward into the cool, dark ocean depths, but I soon took them down, for again I heard a far- away strain of music. To my sur- prise, I found that I was on the bot- tom of the ocean, and all around me was a sort of mist. I could feel the water undulating about me 3 but it didn't seem to have any unpleasant effect. I began to look around me with real curiosity. Where was that music coming from? Something bril- liant caught my eye, it was a tall, white column shimmering in the water. Just then a voice at my side whispered, Follow the guide. Then there appeared, some little distance in front of me, a form surrounded by a gray vapor. It beckoned, and I followed, but when I reached the beautiful column I paused. I put out my hand, at 'first timidly, then boldly, as I saw it was apparently only stone. When I placed my hand wholly on it, to my utmost surprise, it crumbled into pieces, and out of its ruins rose an iridescent bubble. The bubble burst, and there before me was a living, moving picture. It was of a school-room, and as I looked certain articles in the room stirred mynmemory, then I knew! 'Twas the mam room at dear old Hallowell g High, and at the principal's desk was 55Bernard Grant, I saw him nod his llhead and, at the nod, classes rose and lifiled out. A teacher then stepped up ito him, and when she turned I recog- lnized another classmate, Ruth Tre-