Higgins Classical Institute - Scroll Yearbook (Charleston, ME)

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H. C. LSC 1 : tion and art and sc- he took me around and showed me the many improvements and changes. There had been much talk about making Higgins into a boys' schcol but at last it had been decided to make it co-educational lor the children of Higgins graduates ctnly. Paul told me about the dances that were hcld weekly with three formals annually. At last the bottom of the gym had been fixed lor bowling and other games. The garage had been built into a stable for riding h:-rses which the students may use in their leisure time. A much larger kitchen and a dining room have been established which must be a great help. Paul told me about where our old school- mates were. One thing that particularly in- terested me was that Eva Stinson and Vance Foss were married and living in Pros- pect Harbor packing sardines. J-:-Ann Peirce was admitted to the bar and has her own law office in Boston. Calvin Stinson became a doctor and spec- ializes in mental cases. He always said he wanted to know what made some people act the way they do. Trug has a large hospital and some of his nurses are Colleen Snlorw, Mary Shirley, Sylvia Green and Shirley Powers. By this time it was getting late but Paul insisted that I go uptown. 'I'here had been many changes, but some- thing seemed to be wrong with me. Bells seemed to be ringing and my eyes opened to find things exactly as I had left them a few hours ago. It was now 6:30 and the rising bell was ringing. I was in my own bed on the third floor in the girls' dormitory. Rebecca Merrill '48 TROOP SHIP EDITOR'S note: Bob came to see us when he was home last time, and he was asked to write a poem for this year book of which he was an editor last year. Not long ago he sent uf: this one, written while he was still on board the troop ship which carried him to Italy. The members of the Scroll board wish to express their appreciation and thanks to him for remembering us. The sea was pretty rough last night: It tossed the ship from side to side And dropped it in its seething depths And whipped it with its roaring tide. Last night before they cleared the decks, The white capped waves were running high: The Heavens changed from blue to gray And rain clouds filled the troubled sky. Inside and far below the decks, The soldiers sweated out the gale And cussed the rocking of the boat Or lay on sick beds, still and pale. .5- ROLL , 35 .a P- r -- Somc, as they lay there through the night, Were turned to thoughts of far away: Their homes, their families and friends,- The things for which they've learned to pray. Yes, even haughty soldiers pray When faced by death or seized by fright: And out from that strong stricken ship I know went many prayers last night. Day after day they've spent their time Upon the rolling, tossing foam, Aboard a ship which carries them To foreign lands far from their own. Yet on and on they ride alone Americans they are--and free, Seasick and lonely, far from home Aboard a troop ship, out at sea. Pvt. Robert W. Camercn Ex'-15 SOMEWHERE - A Fantasy In Blank Verse Snow falling, lightly and gently, Covering the country side-a film of white. From 'neath a hilltop rises a wisp of smokeg There must be people-somewhere. Trees, lace-like limbs gathering a breeze, Whisper of a summer that is past. And up there trembles a last leaf- Hope of a rcfbinfsomewhere. Rolling hills, a mosaic of misty whites and SYBIYS, And a shadowy sky, wintry dull, Where the fluffy clouds roll by. Beyond is the sun-somewhere. Ah, there 'tis, shining through the clouds, Setting amid glorious myriad cols-rs, Lighting the innumerable brilliants of the snow. God touches all things-somewhere. P. L. B. '45 FREEDOM Have you ever been down on a sea swept beach And watched the water as it rises and falls, Crashing unhurt on the coral reefs, Then crawling to the deep blue sea? There is peace, such as only the sea can find: The kind of peace not known to mankind. Man, fighting for the common good of all, Freedom from want, free speech, worship, and press--that's a beautiful aim. And there are men who would conquer these four freedoms, But they don't get as far as they did before Because Americans believe in freedom for all, With no country held as a dictator's thrall. Yes, sea, you have such beautiful freedom, If only mankind were not sc- dumb. B. Fish '46

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34 H.C.I.SCROLL 'T ::' 'l - to Reversia the trip was rather rough. We kept having trouble with the engines. The gas tanks kept getting full instead of empty and this made the ship exceedingly hard to maneuver because of the excess weight. We also had a little trouble with the propellers but we got out and put them on backwards so as to go ahead. I had a little difficulty with the threads on the bolts too. I had to take them to the machine shop and re-thread them so they would go on and hold. My oldest son found it very confusing to steer the ship as what had once been a left hand turn was now a right hand turn, and the hundreds of birds flying backwards dldn't help the situation much. Finally we landed. It was home sweet home at last. Yes, Sirf We were back in the good old days when a D was worth ten times an A and a rich man was always broke. Where a poor man had to work his head off to get rid of his excess money, and a fat woman gave away half of her diet books and ate constantly to lose weight. While I was there I went into a restau- rant and had a meal, when I came out the cashier paid me two dollars and I had to work all the next day to get rid of it. When I finally got done I found I still had two cents, which I swallowed. I went to the doc- tor and he made me cough up five dollars which he forced me to put into my wallet. One day I decided to take a train. It went so slowly that a moron next to me got off and started to walk ahead of the engine. He told me that he was going to commit suicide. He went half a mile ahead cf the train and laid down on the track tpoor fellow he starved to death before the train got there.j Last week I decided to go for a bicycle ride but found the bike had round wheels instead. of square ones and I couldn't go be- cause it was hot and I did not have my sheepskin coat with me. We finally said our hulloas and left on r. hot, winter morning. We did not have much difficulty in getting back to Mars be- cause we were bucking a stiff tailwlnd all the way. Ken Masse '45 HUNTING FOR. THE LOST TREASURE Oswald and Anthony had started a new profession. They were going to be detectives. They rented an office in their home town of Sunnyville and here they waited for their customers. They waited for hours and hours but they had no business. They began to get discouraged. About ten minutes before the office was to close, a humped over little man came in. Ho looked as though he were discouraged too, and tired of living. Oswald, who con- sidered himself president of the firm, stepped up and asked the man if there were anything he could do for him. The man re- plied, I had a sickness a long time ago and I have forgotten where I hid my treasure. I will pay you a large reward if you will go to my estate and see if you can find it. Oswald was delighted at this. He and An- thony took their belongings and started for his estate. They rode for miles and miles through woods and plains, wondering where the lit- tle old man's estate was. In the distance they saw a palace but the windows were boarded up. Ho did this so the people would- n't think he was rich. The three of them went in and began their search. They had searched everywhere and had begun to give up when the old man thought of the cellar. They began searching the cellar and suddenly the old man said, I have thought where my treasure is. Move that rock over there in the corner. They moved the rock and there was the old man's treasure ..... A pound of butter ..... A. L. Brown '48 WHO AM I? When I was new I was pretty. Now I am not so young. I have been through a lot in my short lifetime. It is the same old routine in and out, about and about, around and around. l'1rst, I will describe myself. I am tall and sylph-like. I have a streamlined figure that all girls admire. My feet are long and slim. My shoes are soft-soft as yarn. I am very popular in the dormitory as I visit all the rooms on the third floor every morning. Sometimes I play tricks on the girls, for I go around the rugs and hide under the bed. I have a great many dates though often I am stood up. Who am I? Why can't you guess? Girls, especially occupants of rooms on third floor, haven't you any idea as futurehousewives of the world? I am just an ordinary, little ole dustmop. . S. Green '48 TWENTY YEARS HENCE It was a day early in the spring that a little old man came to my house and asked if I would like to ride in his helicopter and see what would be going on, twenty years from now. Of course, I accepted the chance and it wasn't long before we were rising high into the blue sky. Higgins was our first stopping place. When we reached the campus, I was sur- prised to see another girls' dormitory where we used to play softball. This dorm was a lot larger than the other and had many large windows. We entered the Institute only to find things running pretty much the same with Punk Keith, Junior as Principal and Miss Hillman as head dean of the girls. Paul Bishop was teaching music apprecia-

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36 H. C. I, SCROLL T ':'E:E'- 5 -:ni 4 5-4 ' i- BELIEF Longer is the twilight hour, I believe in the brooks, and the trees, and Longer time to play, the fields, Pretty grows the pink May flower And all that the earth has in store I believe in the rights that God gave man, Some thousands of years before. , The right to live in the holy land, Where the straight, narrow path is the guide. 'I'he right to wait for the coming day When all mortals shall be at His side. But before we depart from this earthly scene, Where we all are judged by above, Let's. fulfill our tasks of righteous work, And be subject to His love. B. Conners '46 SPRING And all the birds have begun to sing. The grass is finally turning green, And the men of the households are putting on screens. X X After the winter, then comes the spring, Spring is also the time of year. That little chicks begin to appear. Tho hens are put outdoors in their pens And the cattle are pastured cfnce again. The boys and girls, they fall in love, When the moon or sun shines brightly above I wonder why the spring of the year Brings everyone so much cheer? M. Stanhope '46 SPRING ON THE FARM Once again the birds are singing, Old dread winter's cold is past, While our hearts with joy are ringing, As we conquer each new task. Lambs are capering, cattle lowing, As they smell the fresh spring air, O'er the hills the green is showing, Mother Nature does her share. Hors-es restlessly are tramping, Anxious for the trace and bit, You can tell by their stamping, For the spring's work they are fit. Farmers all are getting restless, Anxious for the time to seed, Then to trust in God and Nature, To provide their every need. M. Locke '46 SPRING HAS COME The birds are twittering, The grass is green. 'Tis the prettiest spring I've ever seen. T0 STAY Sap is running Freely from the trees. Bees start humming And sharp blows the breeze. Spring has come to stay. M. Mace '46 SPRING Snow cannot be seeng The grass is turning greeng That's one of the signs of Spring. The birds are singingg 'I'he church bells are ringingg That's a sign of Spring. Flowers soon will reappear, Filling every heart with cheer. These are signs of Spring. Ted Farrell '46 SPRING Spring is the busiest time of the year, But it is the time we all hold dear. Perhaps we have play rehearsal every night, Or maybe on the baseball field we iight. But in the spring, pleasure is mixed with work, And around each corner the sun does lurk. Maybe after school we can take a bike ride, It's fun in this way like a bird to glide. The birds merrily singing each morning bright, Greet us before the day is quite light. And all through the day we are happy and glad, As we see strolling each lassie and lad. E. Chase '46 A BASEBALL GAME IL's a red hot day in May And the sun is shining brightg It's a perfect baseball day, But the game isn't going right. Il.'s the last of the ninth inning, The score is seven to six: The other team is winning And we are in a fix. Now the bases are all loaded And there are but two awayg But Masse hits a homer And therefore saves the day. Bill MacDonald '46 i.-..i.. -i T0 OUR BOYS Uncle Sam has called our boys And they have gone away. They've put away their childish And answered the call today. toys Many have gone from H. C. I. To fight for freedom and right. They are protecting us CYou and IJ And fighting with all their might.