Kingfield High School - Abram Breeze Yearbook (Kingfield, ME)

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ALFRED AND HIS SKIIS HE wind was hlowing the soft snow into small hanks covering the tracks in the road which a hoy had just made with his skiis when going to school at six o'clock in the morning. It had heen snowing for three days hut the hoy's face did not show any trace of sorrow that he could not get to school on account of the had roads, He knew that if the weather were not too cold he could get to school since he had his skiis. Alfged, for that was the hoy's name, could not understand why the other boys of his age in his class and in the other class' cs liked to stay in the streets and tease the smaller hoys when they could he having such a good time skiing or sliding. He had always liked to skii and was proud of the skiis that his hither had given him for a Christmas present. Alfred knew that within two days the snow would he in good condition for skiing. He heard Williaini, one of his classmates, say at school that morning: I wish the snow would go off so we could play hall. There I sf' is nothing to do in afternoons or Saturdays and Sundays . Alfred had meant to ask the hoys and girls to come to his house to slide and skii on the long steep hill near his home. When he heard what Williaiii said he asked them to come to his house with their skiis and sleds or tohoggans at eight olclock on Saturday morning. The rest of that hour was spent in talking of how many sleds they were to bring and where each one could procure a pair of skiis. Friday afternoon at the close of school, the boys were all eager to get home to pref pare their skiis and sleds. But Alfred too was thinking of the good time ahead when he shouted to the hoys: Be sure, boys, to lwring your skiis and sledsf' The day dawned hright and clear. At eight o'clock Saturday morning the lwoys were at the farm. Alfred 'had made some bumps near the foot of the hill, over which they could ski. Some of the hoys could halance themselves on going over the bumps the first time hut some of the girls and even the hoys would lose a skii and would see it

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I2 THE RECORD THE KINGFIELD HIGH SCHOOL HONOR CREDIT SYSTEM I. Eligibility shall be confined to one' third of the class enrollment except as men' tioned in Art. V. II. Election shall take place at the begin- ning of the third quarter of the senior year, and shall be announced with the class parts. Ill. To be eligible, a student must: a. Have an average rank of 85 or better for the entire course. b. Have performed some distinctive service of merit for the school. c. Have shown both within and without the school respect for order, morality, and the rights of othersgand such sense of personal honor as is expected of good citizens. IV. Election shall be made by the faculty and superintendent of schools assembled in conference. V. When the election of two or more students is so close as to doubtful, both or all shall be elected. ENROLLMENT BY CLASSES SENIORS Hubert Foster Isabel French Roland Kennedy Nelda Knapp Murray McMullen Wilma Moore Lena Packard Ellen Salford Hildred Salford Taimi Vainio JUNIORS Helen Bearce Edmond Berry Beulah Blanchard Earlon Davidson Elwood Gordon Evangeline Howe Bernice Kilkenny Ruth Kilkenny A Pearl Nichols Harriet Philpot Ethelyn Simmons Carroll Strickland - William Winter Jennie Wuori Lempi Wuori SOPHOMORES Kenneth Atwood Minnie Howe Gwendolyn Hutchins Alice Boyce Ruth Moore Fred Morrison Durwood Safford julian Thompson Arlene Tufts Lucian Tufts Eine Vainio Neil Witham FRESHMEN Thurley Atwood Ruth Beane Austin Bearce Melvina Boyce Dana Davidson Helen French Douglas Holloway Maxine Knapp Mable Leavitt Hilda Lisherness Lucille Luce Archie McMullen Lendall Moore Ronald Moore Estelle Salford Hayden Nichols Eddie Stevens Leslie Taylor Wilfred Tufts Oscarene Witham I

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E4 fi I4 '1' Il If go over the bumps alone, the passenger having been left partially buried in the snow above the jump. One part of the party had a toboggan. They were making a new path and they had a full load on the toboggan when going down the hill. The front of the toboggan hit a snowcovered rock which they had not perceived, so the passengers were hurled over the rock with the toboggan over them bot' tom side up. Many such happenings occurred that day and I am sure that they would not forget the trip on the farm. Alfred invited them to come again the next Sunday afternoon. Later the boys and girls of Alfred's class formed the Skiing Club and many happy days were spent in outdoor sports after that first memorable winter's day spent on the farm. The reader may wonder why I know that the party was enjoyed by all and how eager Alfred had been to invite his classmates to the farm to go skiing. I am Alfred's sister and I was one of the girls on the trip or skiing party. I go to school every morning with my brother Alfred and after the Club was formed I could see a much happier ex- pression come over his face when he saw the other boys coming to school with skiis. 'T. M. 'U. '29 THE AIR MAIL THE motor of the mail plane is running slowly while I wait for the mail from New York which is expected at any moment. A slow drizzle has been falling all day but now it has changed to an icy sleet making flying almost impossible. RECORD Dusk has settled over the landg it is a terrible night for flying. Faintly at first I hear the drone of a motorfthen louder and louder it grows as the plane draws nearer. It circles the field and then lands almost parallel to mine. Mail pouches are trans' ferred to my rear cockpit. I pull down my goggles, climb over the side into the front cockpit and after waving what may be an eternal farewell take the controls, give her the throttle and zoom away into the dark night little knowing where I will land. - For a few moments the ship flies fine un- til it has become encased in a layer of ice. Then she gets logy and hard to handle. Suddenly the wind begins to blow a gale and the ship rolls, staggers, plunges and then zooms on again creeking in every joint. Far below me I see a red beacon which acquaints me with the fact that I am half way to my goal. I suddenly detect a strange sound in the motor. Then she skips and then dies almost altogether. I am losing altitude. If she doesni t pick up in a minute all hope is lost. Below me I see a forest outlinedg then the dying motor catch' es and begins running as good as ever. I point her nose toward heaven and give thanks to the One we trust for preserving me. Maybe you think I was not scared during that time but if you do you are much mistaken. -I thought of Mother and sister and a sweetheart back homeg then I thought of that terrible thing called death. Life is sweet and we do not realize it until we face death. I fly on a few moments in peace. Suddenly I strike an air pocket and have to work the controls to regain equilibf rium. The rain and sleet have ceased falling, the stars are peeping out between the clouds and I say to myself, After all this isn't such a bad old world .