Harmony High School - The Ferguson Yearbook (Harmony, ME)

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CHRISTMAS AMONG THE OREGON PINES Big Bill, in spite of his six foot four, was a boy at heart. Boss of a logging crew, he could be plenty stern when occasion demand- ed, but a Christmas tree and all the lights and cheer that goes with it was his weak- ness. Christmas is no fun without children, was the way he put it. But it looked like Bill was doomed to disappointment this year. The crew were lounging around the fire af- ter a hard day's work when 5Pudgy Sam, the cook, shook the ashes out of his pipe and said: What's the reason we can't have a Christmas just like home right here? Plenty trees, if we can muster the trimmin's. Bob, the little dishwasher, was all enthus- iasm. We've got popcorn. I've strung yards at home for Mom. Sam's got a harmonica, and Dane a Jew's harp, an' some of you fel- lows can sing. And I'll trim the tree. The Boss wouldn't think much of a Christ- mas without little 'unis, put in Dane. There's the Martins. They got a couple children, we can ring them in. I was by there the other day an' heard them talkin' about Santa comin'. Boss said Martin looks sort of beat out, too, said another. Suppose we appoint Bob, here, as a committee of one to extend our invitation for them to join us. I feel We owe them something, the way they helped us when some of the men had Hu. Big Bill was jubilant with their plans. You fellows took the wind out of my sails, but you'll do a better job than I could. Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem, led by Sam's harmoncia, floated out from lusty throats upon another star-strewn night. Big Bill in a scrambled suit of red flannel and a hemp beard was a satisfactory Santa Claus to at least two happy children. He handed out gifts to everyone. Sam had done his best on the feast that followed and ev- erybody joined in the three cheers and a tiger for a jolly Christmas among the Ore- gon Pines. -Wilma Johnsofn, '40 THE STRANGER There's a tiny little stranger Came to our place last night, Already we all love her, 'Cause she's such a little tike . She has a tiny little face Makes such tiny sounds, Her eyes are awfully pretty 'Cause they are so big and round. They brought her in the night-time, And Judy is h-er nameg And though she's only a little dog, We love her just the same. -Vida Fowlie-, '37 A TRY 'Tis kind of hard to write a poem To read in English class, And though this one's not very good I hope that it will pass. Have you heard of the man We call Kindlewood Joe? He cuts off people's beardus- Hangs them up in a row. He just loves to torture A person for fun, For he is a traitorous Son-of-a gun. He lives down on Cedar Creek In an old shack, And 'bout once a Week He goes off on a bat. Keep out of his way When he's having a spell, For whom he will murder You never can tell. He's just got one 'eye And his teeth are all gone- His clothes are all ragged And his hair is long, He ne'er shaves his whiskers, His beard is e'en dirty, His age is about Fifty-five and thirty. He's seven feet tall And as strong as a moose. His ears flap in the wind Like the Wings of a goose. Where that guy came 'from Nobody knows- But keep out of the way Of Kindlewood Joe. -G. N. C. '37 Editor's Note: The following story, Mexican Mystery , was written in the advanced English class which is taught by Miss Pineo-. The assign- ment, out of which the story grew, was as follows: Work out a plot and write a story suggested by the following situation: A tall brick chimney stands alone in a large 9

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DAWN When the sun comes 'peeping And rising into the sky, Then you'll know that Morn is drawing nigh. 'Tis then the birds start singing Some beautiful song, And the great black crow starts croaking As long as the day is long. The dawn is a beautiful sight, When the sun stretches his arms Out over the night, And shows us beautiful farms. Kenneth Watson, Freshman SPRING Spring is coming, coming fast, Soon we'll see small blades of grass, And the snow will soon be gone- Tiny birds will sing their song. From the meadows there will come The scent of clover in the sun. Then the branches of the trees Will burst 'forth with bright, green leaves. When at last there's no more snow All the boys will fishing go, And when the flowers bloom one by one 'Tis then you'll know that spring has come. -Doris Lane, '39 SUMMER Summer time will be here soon, With flowers nodding gay, The birds will be back by June Making music all the day. Summer makes things merry For children that are at play, The children are all cheery On most every summer day. -Crystal Post, Freshman HOME There's a cottage surrounded by climbing green vines, At the top of a long winding hill, 'Bout twilight at night when I wander up there Everything seems so peaceful and still. The windows are shaded by curtains so bright Of ivory trimmed lightly with green, The kitchen is sparkling with dishes so neatg To me, it's a heavenly scene. A thin line of smoke curls lazily up, And soon disappears out of sight, And I see hier there waiting, as I open the door And go in out of the night. Supper is waiting, the table is set With dishes we picked out together- The tiny, bright rosebiuds that cover the plates Bring sunshine in all kinds of weather. Oh, gee! But I'm happy as I close the door, Dont the plants by the window look sweet? And as I gather her close in my arms, My dreams at last are complete. -Freida M. Fowlie, '38 THE LAST OF THE FORGOTTEN TRIBE It was about 1723 when a group of explor- ers led by William Hunt set out to find a settlement. There were fifteen men in the group, each one had a pack which contained food and supplies. As they were settling down, after having supper, they heard a low mournful cry, as they listened they kept hearing it. They all jumped up, grabbing a gun, then separ- ated and headed for the sound. As they grew closer, it became more distiwnctg and they knew it was a person in pain. After they had gone a, little ways, they saw a figure stretched out in the moonlight. As they went up they found it to be an old Indian, who had been wandering along and got into a bear trap. He was unconscious. They got some poles and pried the claws apart and got him out and dragged him down to a pool, and brought him to, and from his lips he murmured, God bless you, and went back to sleep. They took him to camp and doctored up his leg, th-en they made a bed for him. In the morning when they awoke, he was up and had built a fire, and was starting to prepare breakfast. . After they had eaten, they began to talk about what they were to do next. After a while it was decided to stay around there that day and hunt for food. After dinner was over and they were set- tling down to talk, the Indian rose and said, My name Eagle's Eye, I am the last in my tribe, white man, my friend, I give him rich cave for saving my life, and he handed them a paper which was a map to the cave. Th-en. Eagle's Eye said, God bless you, and turned and walked off up the trail nev- er to be heard of again. -Elwood Watson Cooley, '40

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inclosure overgrown with weeds. The house was burned years ago, and an unsolved mystery surrounds the utter disappearance of the occupants. Why was the house burn- ed? What became of the inmates? Why was another house not erected on the spot? Can you solve the mystery? Each student in the class wrote a story using the plot in his ovsnn way. This story was judged by the class members to be the best in the group. No changes of any kind have been made in it by the instructor. MEXICAN MYSTERY fSee Editor's Note abovej Everybody that remembers the time of the Brooks mystery down in Mexico will be in- terested to know that that mystery has been solved. No doubt, you remember that every member of the Brooks family disappeared the night the house burned and never re- turned. Well, that is all solved, too. So all you women who are interested, just take your knitting work and you men take your pipes and -sit down while I relate the startling truth of that sad mystery. Of course, the place looks just the same as it has for ten long years. Nothing but that old chimney standing there surrounded by weeds. But after that fire nobody dared to investigate the case enough to find out where the inhabitants disappeared to. Strange, isn't it? To think that a whole family of people could vanish and nobody db anything about it. But, to tell the truth, old Sheriff Donald- son had gone down the next day to look around. Alone, of course. And just as he walked past the end of the remains of the old shed a dart went whizzing by his head and struck the ground just ahead of him. He picked it up, which was probably the same thing that you or I would have done, and read a note which was attached to it. Here's what it said: Head back for town. Don't look behind you! Well, now I suppose you are telling your- self that you would have turned immediately and begun a thorough search for the source of that dart. Still, I'll bet you would have headed right back for town, and that's just what Sheriff Donaldson did. When he reached the village, he told the story of what he had encountered and after that, no one dared ev- en so much as pass that place without at least two companions. Something which nobody at the time linked with this fire was recently discover- ed, that has had an important bearing upon that mystery. Now, this lot extended for two miles back into the woods behind the house where a .stream ran through the woods. That sum- mer Harold Wilkins and Victor McCormick, two landbuyers had been staying at the home of old John Brooks and they had gone fish- ing on that stream. Mr. Wilkins had gone to dig bait near that stream and had dis- covered some shiny substance mixed with the soil. Wilkins bent over and picked up a hand- ful of that soil. Could this be gold? Why! That's just what it was. There was a fortune here. And Brooks had lived here for years and didn't know it. Say, he'd buy this place and make a million. So after finding enough worms, Wilkins returned to Brooks and McCormick and they started fishing. Immediately Wilkins started in on his new- est idea. What do you think Brooks, would you like to get rid of this place? Sell it and go to the city? he questioned carefully. Not me, old boy, I like the country. Why, I plan to live here the rest of my life, Brooks replied and snapped his line as he got a bite. But wouldn't twenty-five thousand dollars interest you any? Wilkins asked, taking a fish off his hook. McCormick dropped his line, pole and all and jumped up. Great heavens, Wilkins, it's not worth it! he shouted. Oh, yes, it is, Wilkins contradicted, what do you think, Brooks? You going to sell? No, not me. I like my farm too well, Brooks continued fishing as unconcerned as ever. Well, suit yourself then, said Wilkins. After they had caught a fine line of fish the trio started for home. But, really, you don't think this place is worth twenty-five thousand dollars, do you, Wilkins? Brooks questioned. Every cent of that, Wilkins assured him. W'ouldn't you sell for that? Of course, if I were going to sell to any- one, it would be you, but I plan to keep it,