Lincoln Middle School - Lincolnian Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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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'

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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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TPR THE LINCOLNIAN Well, William, you certainly don't want to take them to with you. - I know it, but what shall I do with them? Wrap them up and put them in the cellar. Okay, Here's my hshing rod, but where are the hooks? Oh! remember. I lost them at camp last summer. Hey, Ma. can I camp Now I have some money to get some hooks? Yes, and now will you let me alone to do my housework? Okay, Ma. you're a gentleman of the old school! Our friend Billy has gotten his hooks and after about two hours has returned. I-Ii, Ma, how are you? I got my hooks okay, and say, can I go to the Cameo this afternoon? There's a swell show there. William, you have a lot of work to do this afternoon and I think you should be satisfied with going to camp for the summer. I know, Ma, but this is the last chance I will have to see a show for the whole summer and Tom Mix is there in his latest picture. But, William, when will you do your packing? I'll do it for sure tonight, honest, I will. Oh, all right. William, but be sure you do, because your father will HOC want to wait for you tomorrow. So long. Ma, you're a peach! What a boy! sighs Mother as she turns to hnish the packing. GEORGE I-IAsKELL, Div. C-8 TALK ABOUT NIGHTMARES Last night I had a queer dream. It all started right after I relieved the pantry of two pieces of pie, three pieces of cake, two glasses of ginger ale and some marshmallows. The scene took place at a movie house right after I had done some shopping. After dropping and spilling a box of bird seed and two boxes of BB shot. I got to my seat and started to sit on a woman's hat. But I felt the pin and decided to sit elsewhere. Everything was going fine until some people behind me started to move out. After getting hit on the head with a basket. smothered by an overcoat, and jabbed in the neck by a few elbows, I decided to move. Istood up, walked on a few corns, fell into a lady's lap, and finally reached the aisle. When I thought I had found another seat I sat on a small boy holding a dozen eggs in his lap. His yelling and screaming beat all I had ever heard. While his mother yelled blue murder at me and I tried to apologize, down came a six-foot usher who guided me to the door. With a heave-ho, out I went and landed on the floor where I was met by a couple of laps by my faithful dog. Dad. who had heard the noise, came with the castor oil! DONALD MOORE. DIV. C-8