Hallowell High School - Venture Yearbook (Hallowell, ME)

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12 The VENTURE worgy. The picture faded and I started on again, this time eagerly, for there must be more columns, and more pictures. Soon I came upon another, white and shimmery. This one I hit a little too quickly and the picture wasn't quite clear. I managed, however, to make out the outlines of a giant bridge in process of construction. I could see the workmen but dimly, for one man dominated the scene. He was waving in the air a sheet of blue paper on which was a drawing, and he acted as if he were either angry or excited. As he turned, the picture was gone, but not before I had caught a glimpse of his face, and found that it was Ludger Lucas. That must mean that he is to be some sort of engineer, I thought. The next three pictures were clear and easy to interpret. One was of a vast auditorium, whose audience was watching in breathless admira- tion the graceful performance of a toe-dancer. No need to look! I knew at once that it was Elizabeth Carey. Another showed the deck of a ship, with gaily dressed people promenad- ing. In a deck-chair, busily writing, was a girl, an elegantly gowned wo- man at her side was evidently dic- tating to her. I perceived the busy writer was Helen Fuller, in the role of social secretary to one of the Four Hundred. The third picture showed the in- terior of a court-room, where a trial was going on. Two lawyers were arguing the case and one was Lyn- don Mayers. Remembering how he liked to argue, I wasn't surprised at this scene, but when I looked at the reporters taking notes of the case and saw Ella Prentiss, I was slightly startled. I had never thought of our Ella as a court reporter. .I had a bit of trouble finding the eighth column, but at last, rounding a rock, I spied it. It turned out to be another school-room scene, with thirty-five children busy at various activities. It was a kindergarten, with my old classmate, Olive Cum- mings, in charge. I was now wondering what the next picture would disclose, but I couldn't find another column. At last, I noticed a big round ball which came up to my shoulderg I touched it curiously, and there I found my picture. It was a baseball diamond, where a big game was almost at an end. Gazing intently, I made out Clarence Payson as the pitcher. I looked harder to see if I could find any more familiar faces. and on third base I saw Jack McKelvey. Suddenly. everyone jumped up, and I realized that the game was thru. Payson and Jack, who had just put out the last man and ended the game, were borne aloft on the shoulders of their companions, and I knew that their side had won. The next picture was easy to find, and showed a large, well equipped laboratory, with many young men working industriously. One stood apart and seemed to be instructing them. This, I discovered, was Charles Noyes. He appeared to like being a chemist, I thoughtg and I moved on to the next scene. This was a hospital ward, with nurses Hitting to and fro, looking neat and refreshing in their white uniforms. The matron appeared in the doorway and beckoned to one of them. When she smiled I saw that it was Charlotte Niles. As I turned away from this scene, I heard again strains of melody, and looking in the direction from which it seemed to come, I saw my guide in front of a tall, dark slab of rock. I hurriedly investigated, and the inside of a thea- ter met my gaze. A play was going on which ap- peared thrillingg for the eyes of the .audience were apparently glued to

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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-

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The VENTURE 15 Small resigned to become Mrs. Ham- ilton Bailey. Her place was filled by Miss Alma Perkins, a graduate of the University of Maine, who also coached the girls' basketball team. Miss Pettingill came back to us as Mrs. Wesley Gilpatric. This year we lost Edna Gordon, who moved to Winthropg Ettore Ga- lizia, who left to work, Bernard Hol- brook, who decided to join the class of '29, and Elizabeth Meserve, who was unable to complete the year on account of illness. But we gained one new member, Bernard Grant, who came from Canada. This left us with seventeen members, and sev- enteen we are to-day. The Senior play was given earlier than in preceding years. It was The Dutch Detective, a humorous drama, which proved to be a success, and added much to our fame and for- tune. At Hokey Pokey this year we had the cooked food and fancy work booths, and, under the able super- vision of Miss Haskell, we succeeded in clearing the largest amount of the four classes. An event that will always be re- membered was the annual Senior party given by Miss Haskell, at her home. At this party, we had the best titme of our four years of high school li e. , l Our class has been quite prominent in athletics, unusually so, this year. In football, Clarence Payson was captain, and Lyndon Mayers, man- ager. In basketball, James Hayes was captain, and in baseball, Law- rence McKelvey. If we turn from purely class af- fairs to consider school activities, we feel that our class has done its full share. Debating was introduced our freshman year. We had one mem- ber, Caroline MacLeod, on that first team. Since then, interest in debat- ing has grown in the school and our class has materially increased its rep- resentation onp the teams. This year Albion Wright, Raymond Miner, Ber- nard Grant, and Ludger Lucas were Senior representatives. For the first time definite recognition has been given the debating teams. They were presented at assembly with appro- priate insignia. The teams each year have made a fine showing and this particular activity has proved its value. This year, we entered the National Oratorical Contest, Albion Wright representing the school very credit- ably at the district contest. We also took part for the first time in a Chau- tauqua essay contest. The orchestra has been reorgan- ized under the direction of lVIiss Katharine Files, supervisor of mu- sic. Iva Cain. has been pianist and also school pianist. The orchestra has played for most of the public events of the school. We have had the pleasure this year of having Miss Files give us a singing lesson once each week. The school has each year spon- sored a fine concert. For the past two years we have brought the Bates Musical Clubs to Hallowell. The magazine, under direction of the editor-in-chief, Ruth Treworgy, and a competent staff, has made defi- nite progress. We won second place in our class of secondary school pub- lications at the State meeting at Orono last fall, which, considering the size of our school, should be a matter of pride. We have also pur- chased a new and improved printing machine that can be used both for the magazine and for general school pur- poses. The Student Council, organized our Sophomore year, has had con- siderable infiuence on school life and activities. This year, under the lead- ership of James Hayes, its work has