Machias High School - Margaretta Yearbook (Machias, ME)

Page 14 text:

12 THE MARGARET'TA B fl fi ' W I L , PM lfFaxvif '!? 5 K4 'Hilx-.5 ' H HAT SHOPPING Today's shopping trip is one I simply adore. It is finding myself a hat. As usual, my mother accompanies me, as she thinks I'm too young to go alone. Look, dear, exclaims my mother, as we pass a window. Isn't that hat simply gorgeous! Let's go in. So in we go. We are met by a lady who is trying to be thirty, but I would sooner think she was double that. May I show you some hats today ? Yes, my mother answers. Some- thing for my daughter. The saleslady shows us her hats, and what hats! They were nothing like 1 had in mind. This would look lovely on you, my mother says, holding up a green hat with purple lilacs covering the crown. I don't care much for that, I re- ply weakly. Going over to another counter I find a very attractive navy blue hat trimmed with a pale blue flower. Holding it up I cry, I like this. My dear, says Mother sympathet- ically, as she puts it on, It is much too old for you. It looks nice on me, don't you think ? I could have cried. Then the old lady exclaims, Why, lady, that is simply charming on you. Does my mother Wait for any more? No. Out we go with my hat for her. Oh, well, I'd rather go bare-headed this summer anyway. Mary Pennell '42 Ik lk Ik THE SUNDAY PAPER IN MY HOME The Sunday paper arrives and there is a mad scramble for it. As it hap- pens, I am nearer the door and get it first. Then I go sit down in the easy chair for an enjoyable afternoon. The other members of the family are just as determined that I will not enjoy it, and they begin. First the smallest boy says, What does this say? or Read this to me. Next the smart guy of the family, Oh, he is older than we are, let Grandpa have the paper first. At this point I have stood all I can. I lay the paper in the chair and leave the room. I close the door behind me and listen at the keyhole, hoping that the others will leave the room, too, and I can go back once again. Well, I wait for about an hour and a half and at last they go. I dash through the door and am al- ready to capture the paper again, but

Page 13 text:

THE MARGARETTA PAUL STANHOPE General Stanie Glee Club lg F. F. A. 2. Speech was given to man to conceal his thoughts. DOROTHY VANE Commercial Dot A. A. 1-2-3-43 Margaretta Board 43 Civics Club 1. All boys are worthless to her except one. ARNOLD WASS General Arnie' F. F. A. 1. Conversation is one of the pleasures of life.

Page 15 text:

THE MARGARETTA 13 to my disappointment it isn't'there. I look under the chair, the sofa, in the cabinet drawers and everywhere imag- inary. Then hearing a noise out in the yard, go to the window. It is at this point that I discover the paper. One of the boys has a string in his hand and high above, attached to it, is a nice- ly made kite-made from the Sunday paper. Karlton Hatch '42 Pk wk ,K HOW CRUEL FATE CAN BE My parents were ever so glad that I was born after the World War. I was born in Austria, Vienna, to be ex- act, in 1920. My first eighteen years I spent happily with my parents and friends. Suddenly, in 1938, Germany marched on Austria. My parents and I were hurrying to get across the border into a neighboring country. If I remember correctly, it was a cool night. Clouds were obstructing the moon from our View so it was safe to travel again. We hid by day and traveled at night. We had just come out of the woods and were crossing a iield when the moon came out. Suddenly we heard shouts in German and we found ourselves used as targets. As I think back, I recall how cruel a hand fate can play. My father was killed on the spot. My mother and I ran as fast as we could. In about fif- teen minutes we had crossed the bor- der and were safe. Just fifteen min- utes to safety, and now --. My mother, brave as she had been, slumped in my arms. I had not known it, but she had been hit in the shoulder. I dressed the wound as best I could, but knew immediately that she needed a doctor. Through the trees I spied a light. Carrying my mother, I walked to what proved to be a little village. I inquired for a doctor and a kind lady told me where to find one. In the doc- tor's home I waited impatiently, until slowly a door opened and the doctor came out. I'm sorry, he said. I did every- thing I could. The wound and the ex- citement were too much for her. Now I was really frantic, both my parents taken from me. I had rela- tives in New York, in America. Yes, but how was I to get to 'them. I wait- ed months for a passport and finally it came. I was put on a boat, the St. Croix. The boat was so crowded that many had to sleep on the decks. In about two weeks I reached New York. Since I had a little money, I tried to look up my relatives whom I had not seen since I was three. Maybe they, too, were dead. I hunted for weeks but to no avail. One day I stepped into a clothing store to buy some shirts. I was waited on by a very pretty girl who helped me select my shirts. As I did not want to take them with me, I asked if they might be sent. She said, May I have your name and address, please ? I told her, Carl Stross . Carl Stross, she exclaimed. I have a cousin by that name living in Vienna. Immediately I asked her what her name was. Imagine my delight when, through a long story on both our parts, we found ourselves related as cousins. I never was so glad of anything in my life. When she went home, I went with her. I told her of my escape and about Moth- er and Dad. I have now been living