Madawaska High School - Owl Yearbook (Madawaska, ME)

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IO THE OWL Page9 40 Q0- LITERARY BILLY AND THE SPINACH FAIRY Spinach was the most distasteful vegetable that Billy could think of at any time, an-d es- pecially on this :lovely sunshiny day when he was sent to bed just because he wouldn't eat any. I'll never eat another bite of that horrid old green stuff! Ouch! Billy looked about, and there on the quilt was a tiny woman with a funny little green hat on the side of her head, and a 'long dress. Timidly Billy asked, Who are you? Where do you come from? I live here . said the fairy. You live here! But I don't see your home! The .little woman laughed and said, I'm a fairy. I have lived here for a long time. My family lives here also. Would you like to see our home? Billy said he'-d be delighted. So the fairy touched him with her wand and said, Now you are one of us. When Billy looked at himself he was much surprised to find that he was just as ti-ny as the fairy. When they reached the fairy's home and Billy saw an old man who had a head like a potato, he became frightened and said that he wanteid to go back. But the fairy told him not to worry, because the 'potato man w-ould not hlurt Billy. She said that he :looked like that because when he was a youn-g boy he would not eat his potatoes and vegetables. Tlhey went into the next room, and there sat a toothless old woman whose long nose had a big hoook on the end of it. Billy ran behind the fairy. Don't be scared, sai-d the fairy. She won't hurt yo-u. She looks like that because when she was young, she wfoul'dn't eat her carrots or spi-nach. Tfhey went on to the next room, and Billy saw two jolly and handsome men rise to meet them. Billy like-d them, and pret'y soon they were alll playing together. Then the fairy said it was time t-o go. Billy told the fairy that he liked the two men best. Those men ate their vegetables and lots of slpinach when they were young, said the fairy. After the visit to the fairy's home, Billy always ate his spinach so that he might grow up to be a handsome man. Mildred VIOLETTE, '39. THE LEDGER SPEAKS I am a piece of Ledger paper. My home is in a big thick work book owned by the varaious friends which are ca-lled journals. We are all commercial p-upils olf Madawaska High School. I have many other friends which are called journals. We are all treate-d very much the same. Each day we are handled about by boys and girls who write upon Aus very -cruelly. It is not the wri- ting we min-dt so much, but it's the ink. When a careless boy topples over a bottle of red ink on my cilean face, t'hen crumples me up very harshly, and throws me in the wastepaper bas- ket to join all the other bits of useless trash, I feel 'like leaving those si-lly bookkeepers and let them keep 'books without me. T-hen we would see how far they could get along with- out me. :Perhaps your do not think I am useiflul enough to talk about. Well, let me tell you, I keep the accounts of all the important men you deal with. I also tell you the worth of your business, so you see I am a very impor- tant little- fellow. ' ' Germaine MICHAUD, '39 YANKEE DOODLE'S POODLE ' When I first met Yankee Doodle He had a little yellow poodle All it could do was yelp and bark When Yankee took him to the park. The little yellow poodle . Looked up at Yank-ee Doodle And his eyes seemed to say Who do you think you are anyway One day the little yellow poodle Went up to Yankee Doodle And grabbed him by the leg As if it was a wooden peg A yell came out of Yankee Doodle As he picked up the yellow poodle He grabbed him by the neck And started in to give him heck Yankee's litle yellow poodle Wriggled loose from Yankee Doodle. He shook himself and ran away And has not been seen since hat day. Harvey LACOMBE, '40 .,- ,vw ---. ME - Qllf ff O1

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Page8 THE OWL NH ,H N 35 , ' LJ ' JAMES CLINTON PRICE . . . Pricey Basketball, 2-3-4, Student Council, 4, Class Presi-dent, 4, Baseball, 3-4, Hiking Club, 2-3, Letter Club, 2-3, Senior Play, 4, Owl board, 4, Glee Cilub, 2-3, Athletic Clulb, 3, School Play, 2-3, English Club, 2-3, Dramatic Clulb, 3, Manager of Baseball Team, 4, Squad-leader Intra-murails, 4. Nothing -ventured, nothing gained. ENOIL JOSEPH SIROIS . . . Pitt Holy Rosary High, 1-2, Mad-awaska High School, 3-4, Intra-murals, 3-4, Basketball, 3. A mam he sems of ipheemful yesterdays, And ooniiiident, tcmorrowsf' GERARD JOSEPH SOUCY . . . Gee-Gee Dramatics, 1-2-3-4, Hiking Club, 1-2, Science Club, 2, Glee Club, 1-2-3, Football, 1, Bioilogy Award, 3, Orchestra, 3, At.hle.Lic Club, 1-2, Basketball, 1-2-3, Senior Play, 4, Win- ning Intra-murafl team, 4, Assista-nt Editor-in-chief of Year- book. To have the great poetiic heart Is more than alll ,poetic fame. CLAUDE JOSEPH TRUDELLE . . . Tit Claude Science Club, 1-2-3, Athletic Club, 1-2, Public Speaking, 1-2, French Club, 2, Dramatics, 1-2, English Clulb, 3. Your well-timed sileniw ha-th more eloquence than speech. MILDRED RITA VIOLETTE . . . Millie Hiking Club, 1, Orchestra, 1-2-3-4, English Club, 1-2, Athletic Club, 3, Athletic Club Secretary, 3, Basketball, 1-2- 3-4, Basketball Captain, 3, Presque Isle Basketball Tourna- ment, 3-4, Student Council, 1-2-3, Glee Club, 1-2, Glee Club Treasurer, 2, The Owl Board , 4, Cilass Secretary, 1-35 Class vice' president, 2, Schooll Plays, 2-3, Senior Play, 4, Dramatic Olub, 1-2-3, Librarian, 1-2, Letter Club, 2, Awards fior type, 3, Award for Jr. Business Training, 2, Award for Shorthand, 4, Intra-mural captain, 3-4, Winning team Intra-murals, 3. Laugh and the world laiulglhs with you. LUCILLE MARGUERITE ALBERT . . . Lulu Glee Club, 1-2-3, English Club, 1-2, Dramatic Club, 2-4, Lilbrarian, 1, Ye Merrie Stenos, 3, Science Club, 1-2, French Club, 1, Senior Play, 4. ...... As gentle As zerphyrs blowing beneath the violet. MARIE MAE ALBERT . . . Mae French Cfub, 1-2: English Club, 2, Glee Club, 1-2-3, Ye lllerrle Stenos Club, 3, Secretary of Commercial Club, 3, Librarian, 3, Salutatory. Wearing all tha-t weight of learning lightlly as a flower. if D4

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Page 10 T H E O W L Nil gh 'O buculatez fur pntbia It was S-pringg there could be no doubt o-f t-hat in the hearts of those who were eager for its arrival. A robin, thrilling its life away on a scraggy limlb, caught the first rumor of Lady Spring's advent, and decided it was high time the worllfd should kno-w about it. 'Cynthia Gale, factory--worker for The Howell C-hoicoilate Corporationff ileft the build- ing when the whistle blew. She went down the ugly stone steps, Cwhich allways seemed to echo to her unwilli-ng feet like jail stairsj, swunrg the heavy iron gate about on its hin- ges, and stepped out to the pavement of the street. If there was a bud popping out on one of the trees, Cynthia G-ale did not notice it. In fact, she passed the pretty robin haughtily by, and made the littile bird cock his head in a funny fashion and remark My, what a sour creature! Cynthia had no time for Spring and its tomrfo-olery, and that was a-ll. No, she wasn't old, nor was she tired of life. She was just a poor working-girl w'ho spent a tweelve-hour day in a hot, sometimes very hot, factory, bending over pots till her back ached, her head whirled and her k-nees were rea-dy to cave in. To dip, test, eat and even to dream chocolates was her life. She hated the sight of a chocolate. On her way home, Cynthia paid no atten- tion to the numerous attractively-arranged Shop-windows. There might have been a dress, hat or coat there that would have set any other person's heart aglow, but not Cyn- thia's. She had no time for clothes. She knew her old drab suit was shabby, her hat lifeless and terribly out of shalpe due to rain and snow. Her shoes were sfcurffed, worn down at the heels and a bit too wide. The on-ly thing that mattered was to get home. Home was a one-room apartment where a sour landlady expected prompt payment every mo.nth, with no -questions asked. Cynthia let herself into the building. She went up three flights of rickety stairs, passing numerous similar apartments where a fight was going orn, or somebody was cooking come-d beef and cabbage. Rea-ching her door, she opened a very bulky purse, took out a key, unlocked the door and went in. In a short time supper was ready. It con- sisted of a glass of milk, three crackers and a bit of cheese. Th-is feast was carrie-d to a table. upon which a typewriter rested. Next Cynthia s-lippevd off her shalbby coat, pulled off tlhe equally shablby hat, bit off a piece of cracker, took the cover off the machine, and things began to hum for two hours. A waste- paper basket was filled during that time, and crumpled paper lay everywhere on the floor. The milk was still untouched' when the clock announced the time as 9:30. At :last the typewriter stopped. Cynthia pul-led the paper out of the machine, piled the typed material together, drew it into a large envelope, slipped on the old hat an-d coat and left the apartment. I With the imlportant 'contents in the envelo- pe safely under her arm, and waulking toward The New York Times Printing Office, Cyn- thia smiled and muttered aloud : . These three weeks at that chocolate fac- tory were terrible ! It was worth it tho'. l bet the boss will pay me well for this. Choco- lates - ugh!! But I got the lowdown and all t-he boss wanted about Howell' an-d his plant, even the secret of making that new kind of caramel chocolates. Oh Boy! When J. B. Howell sees this in ther morni-n,g's paper, I bet he will think twice about hiring strange girls - especially women- reporters. We-ll! here's the office. Now I'll just lay this before the boss 1 and tfhen little Cynthia is taki-ng a nice long vacation at the Beach - with pay. Oh! I must hurry. I arlmost forgot I had no supper. I have a busy day ahead of me tro- morrolw too. First thing I have to look for a new boarding house o-n Park Avenue, and then make a trip to Madame Yvette's Dress Shoppe? M. T. C., '39. Leo james - VVhy don't they have insane asylum in Arabia P Aldrie -- Because there are nomad people there you sap. +8 BV'