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

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THE RECORD I7 OUR SCHOOL just for amusement I guess I'll try, To rhyme the names of Kingfield High. I guess the Freshman are the youngest of the mass, s But yet it seems to be a jolly class. Hilda and Mable first enter my mind, As far as I know they are very kind. Maxine Knapp is next in my thought, No mate but one could ever be brought. Archie McMullen who has it his way, Cannot get his lessons during one day. Ruth Beane the speaker of the class, Has got some pep that will really pass. Lucille and Thurley get by in all things, But for them it is only what nature brings. Helen and Estelle without a doubt, Can spread news as soon as it's out. Oscarene Witham's way is not very rude, So she helps keep all in a jolly mood. Wilfred and Douglass the smallest in the class, Cannot answer questions as fast as they're asked. Eddie and Ronald are the ones to admire, If you wish to know why-just inquire. Hayden Nichols is moderate and small, But he always gets there after all. Leslie and Lendall are the last of the be' ginners, But then, cheer up, we were all born sinners. Next come the Sophomores, :though one wears glasses We still think them .the most witty of classes. Austin Bearce always has a smile, As he quietly passes along the aisle. Eine Vainio is next to be included, She for one cannot be disputed. Freddie Morrison is sometimes afgazing, The way .he behaves is simply amazing. Ruth Moore can always study by day, At home in the night she thinks it will pay. Alice and Gwendolyn must be put together For one enjoys laughing as much as the other. Julian Thompson with might and skill, Most any excellent place could Hll. Before anymore we will put down Arlene, Although here two years she is still quite keen. Lucian Tufts, we must think of him, For it is seldom that he looks grim. Minnie Howe, she is a wonder, She can't find time to make a blunder. Dana Davidson, I am sure you'll say, Ranks with the rest along his way. Melvina Boyce is so very thin, It takes quite a small space to put her in. I'll write down Durwood before I forget, For if I don't he will surely regret. Kenneth Atwood, it's sad to say, Has to wear glasses the whole long day. Now come the juniors, they've advanced a step, From Soph.omore's playfulness to juniors pep. Lempi Wuori delights in track, When she gets started they can't keep her . back. Helen Bearce so full of jokes and fun, To beat her in Ilaughing you've got to go some. William Winter keeps along with the times, He tells his tales and relates his rhymes. . Pearl Nichols is a perfect saint, Her ways and manners are all so quaint 'Ruth Kilkenny though not an athlete, Owns a wit that few can beat. Should Earlon Davidson lose his voice, We could not find another one so choice. Evangeline Howe enjoys many tricks, ,But she .likesistill better the elec-trics. Elwood Gordon with .such good grace, 'Will .soon be taking a doctor's place. 4 f fx. .gp I sl .a-sim. -'Y 'K -i

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16 THF William Brackley was the only hired help 'Mr. jones had, although he controlled a large business. He trusted William absof lutely, in spite of the fact that he was only a boy of about nineteen years, and he loved William as if he were his own son. After doing a few odd jobs around the officethe boy went to hire a horse and car' riage-fthat was in the days before the auto' mobile replaced the horse and buggy. Ref turning to the office he took the envelope which Mr. Jones passed to him with a cheery Good Luck , picked up the reins and drove away. He put the letter in his inside coat pocket with some other letters among which there was one that closely resembled the one with which he was trusted. He had covered little more than half the distance when he saw a man come from the bushes beside the road about a rod ahead of him and walk along slowly swinging a stick in his hand and seeming not to notice the approaching carriage, but as the carriage drew along beside him he very carelessly reached out his hand, tapped the horse light' ly on the head with , his stick and then disappeared, William could not tell where. The horse leaped wildly and dashed away at a great rate of speed and refused to stop even at the repeated yells of the driver to stop. As he went dashing on, the carriage swaying back and forth as it was jerked over the rough road, two men, who seemed to have dropped from the sky, landed on the side of the carriage and clung there. One of them cautiously climbed out on one of the thills of the wagon and after a while succeeded in stopping the runaway horse. William was so frightened by the sudden speed of the horse and the unexpected arf rival of the two ragged highwaymen that he was unable to answer for a few moments this question that one of the new arrivals asked him. 'R 'E C O'R 'D You're the feller that works for Mr. jones hain't yer? Yes, answered William as he looked from first one and then the other of these men whose faces were nearly hidden by the wide brims on their hats and by long, thick black beards. You've got some money, hain'r yer? asked the second man. As William looked closely at the second speaker he recgonized him as the man who had kept money entrusted to him by Mr. jones instead of delivering it as he was told and thus had lost the position which William had later received. He was now trying to make Mr. jones lose confidence in William and at the same time get the money for himself. William understood at once and decided to deceive him if it were possible. Yes, replied William honestly. Fork it over, said both men in unison. William reached in his pocket, took out the false envelope and passed it to them. They eagerly grabbed the envelope and without looking at its contents fled into the woods. William hastily urged his horse to a gal' lop that he might reach town before the men should discover his trick and try to overtake him. He reached town and having deliver' ed the money returned home without any more trouble. Mr. Jones was so well pleased with him for having evaded the robbers so wisely and well that he raised his salary and afterwards he always sent a guard with William on errands where money or other matters of great importance were involved. H. B. '30.

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IS THE RECORD Ethelyn Simmons so gentle and sober, Like her to us there is no other. Neil Witham is quick and spry, He plays with the others on the sly. Jennie Wuori has a round rosy face, If you walk much with her she'll hasten your pace. Harriet Philpot dislikes to blush, But when she recites she can't help it much. Carroll Strickland is too a good boy, He seems so happy and full of joy. Beulah Blanchard is sovery quiet, Never in this world would she cause a riot. Ted Berry is lively and smart, Hels just the one to play his part. As for me I'm quite the other way, So for the juniors this is all I can say. In the Senior class there are Ellen and Wilma, What is said of one, may be said of the other. Next is Nelda. I guess she'll pass, She has the brain and not the brass. Roland Kennedy so straight and tall, Can see the scenes above us all. Isabelle French is neither short nor tall, But she chews gum as well as us all. Hubert Foster has a talent, Which he will cultivate if he doesn't keep silent. Lena Packard can sing like a lark, In trying to beat her you can't make a mark. Taimi Vainio will never tire, To help them all out of mud and mire. Muiiray McMullen is the best of them all, In demand of a good boy to him I'll call. With Hildred Salford I'll close for the Seniors, For I fear this is tiresome to all the readers. B. A. K. '30. THE LITTLE BROOK Softly, softly flows the little brook, O'er each stone and around each nook. Gurgling and splashing the water shines bright. In the sun at day and by the moon at night. Gently murmuring and singing its song, The brook flows onward all day long. Boldly, boldly flows this little brook, Not fearing to be caught in a grassy nook. O'er the rocks and cascades it flows, Forming small ripples as a gentle wind blows. Though leaves and weeds glide down with the water, The little brook still keeps on its chatter. Hurrying ever onward to the sea, Wandering through the gloom from woods unseen, Through the shady forests and through the meadows green, Shallow and still it flows like the river of a dream: This brook goes forward, backward never, Only onward, onward it flows forever. E. F. 'U. 31. LIFE'S DREAM As I wandered over woodland, Through the fields and by the nook. I seemed to feel a wish to linger, By a little babbling brook. The golden sun was sinking And the brook was all aglow. Sparkling, dancing in the sunlight The same tofday as years ago. And I sat there pondering over, What time and tide perchance might bring. 'Tis only in the heart to show, That life shall be a wondrous thing. The magic sunbeams long had lingered, But now they sank behind the hill, And the birds had ceased to twitter And my dreams now, all seemed nil. L. B. P '29.