Hartland Academy - Ripple Yearbook (Hartland, ME)

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4..-..-..-.... ---.-- - -- -.... L 11111111111111--nnu1nuue- '!' l l EX LIBRIS 5 1 1 1 1 1 1uu1un.-nn11m1n 1 1 1 1 1 1 THE ROBE by Lloyd Douglas l , The Robe was written by Lloyd C.l Doug'- las. Mr. Douglas was the son of a country parson. Since 1929 he has been writing some of the most successful novels of our genera- tion. Tribune Marcellus Gallio was like any or- dinary young Roman. He had a slave, as was the custom in those days, and all the other things which were considered luxuries. -Since Marcellus had made the Prince of Rome angry, he was sent away to Fort Minoa near Jerusalem. Soon after his arrival there, he was commanded to take a legion of soldiers to preserve peace during the Jewish Passover. Marcellus knew nothing about the Passover except that any Jew who could pos- sibly get there went to eat the Passover . Marcellus began to learn much about these Jews, their customs, faith, and particularly their belief in a Messiah. This information was very puzzling to the youth who had been brought up to believe in all the Roman gods ,and goddesses. He considered this concept of the Jews a superstition. During the Passover there was a great dis- turlbance caused by a man who dared to en- ter the halls and temples of the Roman con- sulates and defy the officials. His name was Jesus. The rioting centered about this: man caused Pilate to condemn him to death by crucifixion. It was Marcellus' duty to see that the official order was obeyed. At the crucifixion, Marcellus had a very peculiar feeling. The look of peace on the victim's face impressed him and refused to leave his mind. After the death of the .strang- er, the intoxicated Marcellus tossed dice with his soldiers and won the robe which Jesus had worn. Even after Marcellus' return to Minoa, he couldn't forget the man he had executed. stories about Jesus' ability Now there were to heal and cure the sick. Certainly it must but was it? Always the be superstition, question ate into his brain. - --nu-uu-nu--lmxuunznuiun-un1uII1nn1uu1uu-nn1lnu-:lain His term of service at Minoa ended, he re- turned home, a stranger to himself. His whole life was colored by intense mental anguish, uncertainty and regret. All he could think of was that harmless appearing man. Even his visit at home in Rome did not help him to forget. At last to cure his mind, he'decided to go to Athens. The cure came as he began to ibelieve in the Galilean, not in forgetting him. Gradually his interest led him to travel the country miles around to learn ever more concerning Jesus. He met Miriam, the crip- pled girl with the lovely voiceg he heard stories of how the lame and crippled were healed, he listened fascinated to the story of Jesus' feeding the people with loaves and fishes. At first the tales seemed incredible. Continually, he was asking himself the ques- tion, Do I lbelieve? Is it possible? Finally the answer came. Yes, he did be- lieve. He believed so very much that he gave his life for his faith, the faith in Jesus Christ, our Saviour. In my opinion, this is a marvelous book which brings to our minds a vivid portrayal of the world into which Jesus was born, and his affect on that world, and ultimately, on us. 4Keith Cunningham, '44 UHEADHUNTING IN THE SOLOMON ISLANDS Caroline Mytinger A rather strange expedition set out from San Francisco to paint portraits of the primi- tive ne'roids of the Southwest Pacific-in other words, to hunt heads . The artist- author hoped to record permanently the vari- ous features anld distinctions among the Paci- fic islanders. The expedition consisted of the author, Caroline Mytinger, and Margaret Warner, the handyman, who played the uke- lele and slang to the models and amused them as best she could. The young women were not encouraged by parents and friends, but in spite of the opposition, they started. They lacked money for such an exploit, but hoped

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I knew it was a lbird. Tihat bird was small, but full of notes, It loves to sing, it seems. It ,sang a song' so smooth and clear, 'Ilhat took me into dreams. And in my dreams I heard a whisper, I know not what it said. And 'soon again I heard another, It went right through my head. It woke me up, and what I heard, Was still that same smooth note. It falded off, so far away, And I sat down and wrote. I hear a bird so far away, It's singing soft and low, 'Twill sing until the break of day, When he to sleep may go. -Kenneth Lary '46 SCHOOL It seems to me, And it must to you, Going to school Is tedious to do. First a lesson, Then a big testg Do you not think Those teachers: are pests? You cannot talk, You can't even sing, Can't say a word, It's a darned funny thing. There we must sit, Studying hard all day, We'll all be glad The twenty-sixth of May. Oh, the teachers May get tired, toog They really have Lots of work to do. E241 And so I suppose When the end is near, The days of school Will seem very dear. But as for me, It still is true School is most tediousrg Don't you think so too? -Rae Jean MY POETRY To write a poem I was told to do, So Stubborn me Must see it through. First I gazed, And then I thought, Its hopeless, yes, I guess I'm caught. I said to myself, What of my rank? But what to do? My mind: was blank! I tried and tried, But all for naught, I find my poem Is not so hot! But still I tried Randlett '46 With might and main, I did my best, That's surely plain So if this poem Lacks rhyme and beat, It's not my fault, I still repeat. -Marilyn Mills '46

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to pay their expenses by painting portraits of the European residents of the islands. Arriving at Sydney, they took the Ma- taram to Tulagi. Their fir-st model turned out to be the Scottish captain of the boat. He proved an interesting character study for painting and literature. In the course of their adventures, they en- countered many distinct hardships. Their paints were destroyed, so they were forced to concoct their own inferior substitutes. Be- cause of the dampness and intense heat, their shoes quickly wore out, as well as the rest of their clothing. In addition to the constant wearying heat and trowblesome insects, there were island sores, measles, and shanghai feet to add to their physical miseries. The dreaded malaria was an unceasing fear. The many local cure-alls were often as dis- tateful as the disease itself. Often they had difficulty in securing the necessary native models because they were distrusted or 'because of tribal taboos. Oc- casionally the local white planters were able to help them. Among their experien-ces were long tramps through the jungles to distant native villages. They witnessed an exciting and almost distressing riot among the na- tives. They Were permitted to accompany the men on a turtle hunt, a custom habitually de- nied native women. Naturally, they observed and narrated for us' many strange, native ceremonies. and customs. The two women ex- perienced also shipwreck, fire, and earth- quake. The last occurred at Rabaul and dte- stroyed their hotel. The natives were fascinating as slave labor loading copra, as help on the plantations, as houselboys, as indifferent villagers, as frantic fantastic dancers and warriors, and always as willing and unwilling models. This fbook should be of interest to everyone because it presents a pre-war picture of the climate and life on the Solomon Islands, where many of our 'boys are fighting today. -Gladys Deering, '44 CHICKEN EVERY SUNDAY by Rosemary Taylor It is hard to imagine how hilarious life can be until you have read Miss Taylor's ac- count of the many amusing episodes with the boarders at her home. I am sure that a book with sufficient humor could be written of the family alone. However, when there is a steady stream of strange characters to be ta- ken into consilderation too, one can begin to realize the constant turmoil in the family life. Mother had started in taking boarders a few weeks after she was married for she liked the extra moneyg father didn't object much lbecause he enjoyed spending the money. Per- haps an outline of a typical day in the house- hold would help in convincing you that there were few boring moments. In spite of Mother's apparent good nature, she was intent upon having things done her way. Consequently, she was always hiring or firing a cook. Father, a bit inclined to make rash decisions, was usually starting a new business or finishing a not too old one. As for the boarders, there were all kinds and types. Once, a religious elderly couple preach- ed sermons incessantly throughout the day. One woman boarder spent all her time cold creaming herself. A boy who wrote poetry and had been bossed by his mother all his life finally learned to stand on hi.s own feet during his stay at the Taylorfsi. Much to their excitement, they even discovered that they had had a German spy under their roof at one time. ' A fun-loving family, they represent the people who believe in sharing their joys with others and offering help whenever it is need- ed. Although many difficulties arose, the peo- ple who came to board with them always re- membered their stay at the Taylor's. They had chicken every Sunday and enough laugh- ter to carry them through the rest of the week. -Delma Smith, '45 I SAW THE FALL OF THE PHILIPPINES by Col. Carlos P. Romulo This book was written by Colonel Carlos P. Romulo as he witnesslesd the fall of each section of the islands. He was called The Voice of Freedom in the Philippines. He broadcasted in Manila until the very end. He was separated from his family when he was forced to leave Manila for Corregidor. The story of his life is typical of all Fili- pinos. He saw the rise of democracy under President Quezon and General McArthur. He once hated Americans, but the hatreds. entirely left him long ago. He was educated in Amer-