Higgins Classical Institute - Scroll Yearbook (Charleston, ME)

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32 H.Cl.I.SCROLL go into the cven? Do you think this cake is done yet? Finally after each one finds her require- ments, the subject of conversati-:fn drifts. It seems that one of our good women has recently undergone an operation. She thcught she would die. They placed her on a stretcher, then put a sheet over her. They wheeled her into the ward where all the patients were bewailing audibly and she thought she would die. Then onto the ele- vator and before she knew it, she was right in the operating room. A curtain was pulled and there she was, all alone with that Saw- bonesf' He tied her feet and arms to the stretcher and she thought she would die. Then he gave her ether and she couldn't remember what happned after that, except seeing him take out a lang knife like instru- ment. She thought she would die. From the expressions -cn her listeners' faces, I think they would have been glad if she had. Dur- ing this dying time, Mrs. Jones forgot she had candy on the stove and Mrs. Brown's nose began to pucker up: Smf, smi, smf. I smell something scorching. Scon the hilarity of the students is heard and one of the wcmen rushes to close the door for one might forget his position as a sophisticated student and ask to clean out the dish. Our good Mrs. Widdle Diddle, having fm- i.shed her canning for the evening, thinks she must be going, as she has a wh-ole ho-useful of company coming: her daughter Celicia andl her son-in-law, Alden, and all their charming little children. Her grand- mother is with her now and, she is a handful, she watches me at everything I do, you know how it ls, Dora? Well, ladies as I said before, I must be trotting along. Five o'clock comes early at my house. She grabs her pocketbook and trips out. These are -only two of the conversations carried on and the others are similar, but nevertheless they have their canning com- pleted for the evening. M. Rozelle '45 DAIRY OF A GREMLIN Monday: I started the week off well by making a nice big run in one of Betty's only pair of stockings. Wasn't she mad! What she said was terrible! It even made me blush. Tuesday: Today I let the air out of Jimmie's bicycle tires. As he was hurrying because he had overslept, I made him late to school. Conse- quently, Jimmie had to stay an hour after sch-:ol so he missed baseball. He was even madder than Betty. You know how boys love baseball. I do. Wednesday: I took it easy all day. into a fountain pen so went to write I made a All I did was get when Mrs. Green splatteration all over her light blue dress. It now has black polka. dots on it. Thursday? ll got up this morning spiratic-n. Thought I'd like to see a nice crash! So I took out the coupling in a train. When the train went up the hill, the last car rolled off the track and over the bridge. I heard that quite a few people were killed but I didn't stick around to find it out. Friday: Here it is Friday, the last day of school for awhile. I got it into my head that thc-se kids weren't doing enough Work. It was a wonderful day for baseball so I just got the teachers mad and they pounced a test on those students and everyone flunked it. Saturday: Let me tell you what I did today. Mary's boy friend called at seven so I tipped Junior off. Well it cost Jim a, quarter before he got Mary alone. Sunday: Today I decided to be good, seeing it was Sunday so off to the church I trotted, but when I saw all those openings I just couldn't be good any longer. To begin with, that alto was altogether too good so I dis- corded her. When the usher passed the plate, by some known means he dropped it and all those pennies rolled right down front. The sermon was getting pretty dry when I saw my friend Mr. Mouse and asked him to do me a favor. He :an up the ministers pant leg and the minister got so excited he yelled Amen which brought the .sermon to a close. D'on't you think I'm awful? M. Knowlton '47 THE WANDERER One more little angle worm has been brought into the world. For an angle worm, the life of little Henry, as we shall call him, was very interesting. Henry lived in a village with his parents, his brothers and sisters, and several other families of worms. The first Dart o-f his life he spent in child- ish glee with his playmates, wriggling their way through the ground trying to see who could make the biggest tunnel, the little worms had their fun. Hide and seek was an- other of their interests. The first rain storm Henry learned a, les- son he never forgot. Water poured down the streets in torrents. Everyone was swimming to get to the top of the ground. This was the first catastrophe of his young life. Hen- ry was one of the lucky ones. His escape was due to his mother's sad fate but it taught him the way to save himself from drowning. As Henry grew older, his curlosity made with a bright in-

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H. C. I.SCROLL 31 Arabella and, let me tell you, it did not take her long to come to me. Our ,joy was incon- ceivable. I don't think I could ever bear to be away from her again. She had to go home in a shcrt time but she pro-mised to ccme back in the morning. I certainly do h:pe Mrs. Grand will leave me alone. I'm saving her extra change for an engagement ring. Bet you can't guess who it is! Friday: My, how this week has flown! Arabella was here this morning. She had on a lovely pink dimity dress. She is very beautiful. We pledged our tro-th. It's going to be very s-con. I guess Mrs. Grand is going to leave me here. Dear me, I hope so! Arabella Bill. W:n't that be wonderful? Saturday: I can hardly hold my pen to write this last epistle. I have aged a hundred years these past few hours. I hardly think I can put it in words, Dear, Diary, but I will try. Arabella, my own dear Arabella, was mur- dered this morning. Mrs. Grand saw her coming to see me and, right before my eyes, she killed her. I want future generations to know that once ,I lived and loved. N-sfw, all is ended. I am going to commit suicide. I am going to my true love. Please do not think me a coward, Dear Diary, and please do not be too unhappy. Good-by, fc-rever and ever. Lovingly, Dollar Bill Joyce Baker '46 NOT A FANTASY In the year nineteen hundred and forty- four A. D. in the month of May, one of the most startling of Nature's phenomen-ons occurred. This is a first-hand description as I saw it. While walking down Main Street in Ban- gor, I was pleased to see a very dear friend whom I had not seen in several years. I stopped her and greeted her cordially. I no- ticed that she seemed rather quiet, but as I had a great deal to talk about I attributed her silence to my offensiveness. We crossed the street, entered the Atlantic Restaurant and ordered lunch. As I continued to talk, I noticed more and more my compa.nion's si- lence. I began to wonder if she really was the person I believed her to be. I asked her if she had heard from a mutual friend lately. She replied, No, in a listless way. I asked her how her husband and children were and she looked at me oddly, replying that she didn't exactly know. I jumped in alarm and surprise. What had happened? Was I dreaming or was she suddenly men- tally deficient? Finally we separated and silently I promised myself to make discreet inquiries from her relatives, but I never did. V I continued on my way for I only had a few hours to finish my shopping before the bus left which was to take me back to Charleston. I went into F'reese's to buy a. scarf and inquired of the salesgirl for a particular type that I wanted. She was ex- tremely vague and rather helpless. I became angry at her and stormed away without making my purchase at all. This scene 'occurred several times in F'reese's. It cm- tinued in all the stores of Bangor. The peo- ple seemed rather vague and sleepy. In fact the Bangor populace became a sleepy mob of people aimlessly walking up and down streets, in and out doors and up and down aisles with no purpose at all. Automobiles, busses and street cars moved slowly and sometimes stopped completely where they were. Newsboys barely whispered the glar- ing headlines of their papers. A tremendous inertia had the city in its awful grasp. I became frightened and ran fearfully this way and that, not knowing what to expect next. There was no one to turn to in my di- lemma. You can imagine my terror and horrified unbelief when I began to- see people lying down where they had a moment before been standing, and falling into a deep drugged sleep. Cars went out of control, smashing into each other. Gradually all sound ceased and a dreadful, oppressive stillness settled over the now sleeping city of Bangor. I was panic stricken. I thought I would lose my mind. I began to scream, but my screams only echoed and reechoed in the still city. I began to run and continued until, breath- less, I arrived safelv here in Charleston, Where all was normal and as usual. No one believed my story and they still don'tg but I am passing it on to you. prove'it, lI can offer the fact that there were no morning papers the next day. Even the presses had been still all the night before. The only clue to my mystery is a clipping from the evening papers disclosing the discovery of an impurity in the city water. Fantastic! Unbelievable! You may think so, but to my dying day I shall never enter Bangor without remembering and reliving the horrible scenes I saw that day in May in the year nineteen hundred and forty- four. 'IWC' M. Baker '45 SOCIETY LADIES CAN It is a busy rendezvous with the tumult -of a number of garrulous women and the clang of tin cans. Then out of the hurly-burly we can dis- tinguish: Where is the candy thermometer? Who took my cup? When can these brownies

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H. G. LSCROLL 33 l 7 him want to see the world. He started for the unknown, one day thinking he would go just a short distance. He wandered through the ground peering questioningly at all the other bugs and worms. At a crossroad he was nearly run down by a huge angle worm with an angry expression on his face. Ex- perience is the best teacher sc- after that he slowed down at the intersections. All too soon it was time to return home so Henry turned and started to retrace his steps. After coming to several corners he didn't recognize, he realized he was lost- lost on the first day of his traveling. Used to making the best of situations, he sat down to think. He finally decided there was noth- ing for him to do but try to find someone to direct him. He set out again on his joumey but when he didn't find anyone at all, he just kept wandering. Finally he came to an- other village. There, he met many strange people who were mostly of a. rough, hard type. He lingered a few days with these ex- perienced men. They influenced his life a great deal in those few days. But, as law- lessness doesn't pay, they suffered for their wrongdoings. One day, a shovel was heaved at their little village and up went all the worms. Fingers picked them up and put them into a tobacco can half full of dirt. With many other worms, Henry went in a can to a fish- ing brook. He saw many of his friends taken away and put on a ugly hook, but when his cap- tors were not looking, he slipped over the top of the can and crawled away. Even though he had escaped, he was in a strange country and didn't know what to do. He finally dug a hole, made himself com- fortable, and thought over his problems. All of a sudden he heard the soft thud of rain on the earth above him. Remembering the tragedy of his youth, he hurried through the ground. By the time he reached the top, he was thoroughly exhausted and lay there to rest. The rain continued and he lay half cov- ered with water, waiting for his death to dome, but he recovered when the rain ceased. He was almost strong enough to try to flnd his way back home, when a small child saw him, picked him up by the tall, and threw him into a large trout. Henry drifted d-own about a foc-19 into the water, then ................ Snatch ! ................ Oblivion! . Phyllis Osgood '47 MY FIRST DOLLAR Oh, Bob, come here , called my mother, Mr, Macy has a job for you. I dropped my toy stilts and ran as fast as I could to where Mother was. I had never had a job before and, to me, a job would be something great. Mr. Macy just phoned and said he want- ed you to be his assistant clerk today, Mother continued. I rushed up the stairs, washed my hands and face and, in two minutes flat, I was ready for work. Mr. Macy was sweeping the floor when I arrived. He saw me and promptly handed me the broom. When I had finished sweep- ing, I went to Mr. Macy looking for more work. I have some groceries for you to deliver, said. Mr. Macy, Take them to Mrs. Swan, who lives on Park Street. I started out and had gone nearly four lzlocks before I realized that I didn't know where Park Street was! I stopped an old man and asked him for information. Could you tell me where Park Street is, Mister? I asked in a very timid voice. No, little man, I can't, he replied, but there is a man who lives five houses down Pine Street where Exchange and State Streets come together. He lives on the sec- ond floor in that big apartment house on ihe left. I'm sure he would know. . After two hours of continuous walking I finally came to the apartment house where The Man lived. Could you tell me where Park Street is? I asked for the second time. Why yes, little fellow, he replied, all you have to do is go back up this street five houses and go back to where Exchange and State Streets come together, then go to your lef- about three houses and there's Park Street staring you right in the face. I thanked him and set out down the street. I had walked nearly four more miles when J. finally found Park Street. When I reached my destination, I delivered the goods to Mrs. Swan and then asked: Could you tell me where Macy's Grocery Store ls, Madam? Why, yes, she answered, 1t's right over to vour left, you can see it from here. These words were an awful blow to'me, for I thought that I was at least ten miles from Mr. Macy's grocery store. And that's how I earned my first dollar. N. Cummings '46 HOME IN REVERSIA The land which I am about to describe is known to me and a few other poor, unfor- tunates as home, but to, you fellows I shall call it Reversia . To be sure this is a very queer name but I can think of no other that lite the land more perfectly. This land was. discovered by me and my three children four years before I was married. It lies about four hundred thousand miles north of the planet Mars and can be seen on a clear night through a mirror but not with the naked eye. This was the chief fact that led me to the odd planet. After studying the planet for many years, I designed a special rocket ship that was propelled backwards instead of forward. Had,it gone ahead my entire search would have been useless. It was a nice trip to Mars but from there