Lincoln Middle School - Lincolnian Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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Eight THE LINCOLNIAN As we approached the house a hollow booming sound was heard. On the front door was painted Haunted House with a large skull and crossbones underneath. This sound together with the sign startled us but rather than get wet we decided to go in. The door opened easily and as we entered the hallway. the booming sound grew louder and every door in the house seemed to be opening and closing. Black storm clouds made it quite dark within. We decided to stay near the door so that a quick exit could be made if anything like a ghost should appear. The storm lasted about fifteen minutes and so did the booming sound and slamming of doors. The moment the rain stopped we left hurriedly, glad to get out of that house. Before we had gone far the sun came out bright and warm and with it came most of our lost courage. We stopped and talked about ghosts and wondered if the house could really be haunted. Joan said she had been told that ghosts did not come out in the daytime. Hoping that was true. we decided to go back and explore the place. On entering, we again heard the same sounds. The first door upstairs was banging noisily. We found that the door could not com- pletely open or shut because of large rocks in front of and behind the door. The windows were all broken. allowing gusts of wind to blow through the house and causing the door to swing between the rocks, making a loud noise each time it hit. We found all the doors in the house fixed that way. That cleared up one mystery but what made that hollow sound? After thoroughly searching every room on the nrst two floors, we proceeded to the attic. There we saw a rusty wash boiler hanging by a rope from one of the beams between two posts and so fixed that the least draught would make it hit one of the posts thereby causing the hollow sound. FLORENCE SAWYER, Div. L-7 HE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND Upon Tony's arrival in New York, he was met by a wealthy American gentleman who had been traveling in Italy the summer before and knew Tony. This gentleman took him to many places of interest and Tony had a very good time. However, there was one thing he could not figure out and that was the way the people of the United States talked. For instance, after dinner the gentleman took Tony riding in his automobile. They stopped to get gasoline for the car and the gentleman said. Fill me up. XVe have just had dinner and why does he want to be filled up? wondered Tony. Later, the gentleman bumped into a policeman and said, Now my goose is cooked. The policeman said. You're in the soup now. To make matters worse, a friend came up just then and asked, Are you in a jam?

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T HE LINCOLNIAN Seven A heated argument followed as the high priest hated his ruler too much to yield. Suddenly the Maharajah's mighty voice boomed out, She is no curse. I say she shall go and by the grace of Brahma she shall go! The priest was about to answer but thinking better of it walked sullenly to his elephant to await'the pax-ty's departure. Twelve strokes came from the oriental gong and the natives knelt in prayer. Then they rose and mounted silently. The palace gates swung open and the party passed through them. Down the treacherous trail into the jungle walked the ele- phants. Just before dawn the party reached the small village of Rhutan at the very door of the tiger country. On into the tiger-infested area swept the party. Shortly after this. they reached their destination. Here they rested until nightfall. About midnight the hunters took their elephants and prepared for the night's work. The nrst hunting party was successful so the Maharajah allowed his daughter to go on the next one. But on this one several men were lost. This continued for a week and was climaxed by the disappearance of one entire group, all but the high priest. In their anger the natives threatened to kill the Maharajah unless he sent his daughter back alone to his palace. The Maharajah refused but his daughter pleaded that if she did not go. all would bf lost. Finally, the Maharajah consented and the girl started home a one. A few hours later a number of the lost party returned and revealed that it was the high priest, not the girl, who had done the evil. The party immediately set out after the girl but a tiger had claimed her. All that remained was the tiny ivory prayer bracelet that the girl's father had had made from the tusk of the first ele- phant she had captured. Her father took the bracelet and for many years it was kept in the glass case in front of the palace where the natives came to worship it. At the death of the Maharajah the bracelet was lost and famine and tragedy stalked the land. A few years later the bracelet was recovered and the people prospered once more. Although the natives have been offered fortunes for the bracelet, they remain steadfast in their belief that should the bracelet slip from their hands their kingdom would crumble and fall as their princess had so many years ago. HENRIETTA HAMMONDS, DIV. C-8 HOMEMADE GHOSTS Do you believe in ghosts? Joan and I did until-. Well, here's the story. We were walking down a lonely road one afternoon. Suddenly it began to thunder and lightning flashed. In a few minutes it began to pour. A short distance from us was an old house to which we hurried for shelter.

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THE l-iNcoi.N1AN Nine Tony, much bewildered by these proceedings. said to himself. Where are the soup and goose and jam? I don't see any. Finally when the gentleman with whom he was with said. This is a line kettle of fish, Tony gave up trying to understand and said he thought he had better go back to Italy, where he would at least understand what was being said. SHIRLEY Wm-IAM, Div. F-8 SIGNS OF SPRING Bicycles are passing by, A deeper blue up in the sky: The organ grinder gaily plays i The same old tunes of by-gone days. 5 Crocuses come peeping through, Houses painted look like new. Y While housewives clean with brooms and Abbie mops, f Boys play baseball or spin tops: X Girls jump rope from morn till night. Play hop-scotch squares and marbles bright. In early morning birds do sing: All these things are signs of spring, WILMA CUSHMAN, Div. N-7 OFF TO CAMP It is the morning of the day before Billy goes to camp. He has just had his breakfast and is starting to pack. I-Iey. Ma. where's the big black trunk, you know. the one I took last year? William, you know very well that trunk is just where you left it last year. under your bed. Thanks, Ma, you're a pal. I.et's see now. I need shirts. pants. socks. two pairs of shoes. Now what else do I need? William, don't forget to pack your heavy underwear and your rubbers. Okay, Ma. Say, where's my heavy sweater? It is hanging in the closet. And stop bothering me. All right. Here's my tennis racket. Boy. it needs some new strings. Hey. Ma, what are tennis racket strings made of? I don't know and I asked you not to bother me. Yes, Mother, but it does need some new strings. Say. Ma, guess what I just found in the closet? What now? My old snowshoesf'