Madawaska High School - Owl Yearbook (Madawaska, ME)

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'THE OWL Pagell 'Ill If Jfrum The eps nt a ppetnriter Oh mel Yes, here comes the janitor. I do believe school is -over for today. What a relief it is just to sit 'back and enjoy yourself for a cou-p-le of hours, especially when a person has been driven just as hard as one possibly can go all day long. No, believe me, life is'nt all a bed of roses for a poor typewriter like me. You ask me why I am sighing? Uh it's nothing much, except taht that horrid girl who uses me so often just forgot to put on my black coat again. Now I'll get all dusty once more and get 'blamed when my keys get all clogged up. No wonder I look like an old out- of-'diate Ford car. Woe is mel when I think -hofw pretty and new I was a couple of years ago, I feel just like crying. I shall never forget the -d-ay I came to Ma- d'a-waska High School. I w.as a pretty bla-ck machine just out of the factory, with great ideas amd ambiti-ons for t'he future. One day as I sat thinking happily off where I wounl-d go to 'be used, an old broken down typewriter who sat beside me, turned and said, Why are you smiling like a basket of chi-p l? Oh , I answered, -because I'm so happy. You see its 'my turn to be moved out today. My old comnpanicn scowled back at me and muttered J-ust wait until you get kicked around like I ha.ve. You'll change your tune. I merely laughed and knew this would never happen to me. You see, I was going to be of service to mankind and, of course, mankind would be 'good to me in turn. Well - the day arrived. I was pick-ed up by a large man, packed in a stuffy w-oo-den box and carried out to a large truck which stood in the factory yand. I re- memlber I ha-d albout twenty-five other com- panions, all new and shiny like me, but I be- lieve I was the happiest. I hummed a little as the tru-ck sped on, and thought I was very important. About three days later we arrived at our dlesvtination. At least it was my destination. The other twen-ty-four were to be used else- where. I will miss my companions, I thought, as I was again carried from the tru-ck, but the world around me was so bright that I k-new I would be too busy seeing things to miss any- one. It was a school where I was to be used. I knew that now, for didn't the man say This is Madawaska High School to another man, as I entered. I will admit I was a bit homesick as I was placed on a lange desk by myself. There were more typewriters arou'n-d me, but none was as young an-d bright as I. I knew this was the typing room and here was to be my home, so I tried to make the most of it. I had a long talk with myself that night. I was'n't going to be homesick for the factory. My motto was to be Service - always, and' I w.asn't going to 'break down until a long, long time rpassed. But -- all good things must en-d and I'm afraid this is what happened to my amlbitions. It was the next morning that things began to change. At first I was half scared out of my wits by a bell that rang, and then I almost died when a troop of noisy boys and girls came into the room. I tried to smile but I'm afnaid' I was very near tears when a very big boy came up, plumpe-d himself down in a chair next to me and started dru-mmi-ng on my keys. I didnft like this treatment but had to res- pond, for wasin't Service my motto? I lost many an illusion in life that week. I found out that I had many enemies, and one especially kind. friend who was a sweet, gen- tle., Commercial teacher named Miss Booth. She helped .me over many a rough spot, but how I suffered in the hands of some of those boys anid girls? At first I was in constant de- mand. The other old model typewriters were le-ft and' I was use-d incessantly. This made my other fellow types j-ealous of me and' I led a dogfs life. But ml've grown up l'l'OW. I don't complain much, not even. when I get pound-ed around because the typist makes a mistake and blames it on me. I d-on't get angry when a person who intends to write Mary jane Brow-n writes blu jamb plkmrb instead. You see, I just have to take life with a smile. I'm old now. I'm not used much, so I sup- pose I',ll be taken back to the factory one of these days. But after all my motto is stil-l Service Mertie CAHOON, '39, 4.1 ,

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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'

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Pagel2 THE OWL' MII lf' iBuems DREAMING In school sometimes I dio dream, And then my mind is not so keen, My thoughts are very far away, I can't rememfber things they say. But now with finals creeping near, I ll have to keep awake, I fearg Or else in june she-d many a tear. Ifve decided right away, To pay attention every day, In June Iill then -go up the aisle, With a very happy smile. Mertie CAHOON, '39 MAINE My state has a beauty rare, T-o which no other can. com-pare. Its farms have always been its pride, By hills and forests vbeauitified. Wi-ld animals abound in Maine, Brave hunters come in search of gameg And fishing is as fine a sport, From lakes and streams the prize is brought. Now is'n't it just very plain, That if a boy is -born in Maine, He'll want to say how grand and great It is to live. in Maine, My Staten? Onias MARTIN, '39. TIME FLIES Things we have to do to-day Should not be left until to-morrow. He who works the 'lazy way Is laying up a store of sorrow. Each new day brings tasks and cares Which confront us all the more. For 'now we'r-e faced with yesterday's share Of what we should have done before. Let this poem teach you how As you travel -life's uneasy way, To do your daily duties nowg For to-morrow too soon becomes to-day. Gerard SOUCY, '39. A PRACTICAL JOKE Inf you ha-d a pair of skates, Would you go skating on a lake? If you would like to have some fun, Go on a lake and try to run. I took the sign that says Thin Ice Put it where you couldn't see it twice, Then hid myself behind a tree, And patiently waited a sigh to see. Soon. along came a guy I know, To put on his skates sat on the snow' Then he went skating on the lake, To the iplace where I knew the ice would break I laughed aloud when he fell in, Because he went where the ice was thin. When he hit the water he began to shout Till-l I had to go and help him out. U Valere TARDIF, '41. THE ATTEMPT There was a man from Pumipkinville Wfho -pitch-ed baseball with very much skillg He gave all the baseball fans a thrill When he signed with Louisville. There they put him through the mill The different ways they sllammed the pill In just one single batting drilil 3 Now he's back in- Pumpkinville. Durward GOODELL. '39 GOOD OLD WEATHER A lot of people used to think That tlhis new year was going to bring Things so very different From the years prece-dent. The March winds 'did not choose to blowg April showers turn-ed to snowy The Iiiay iilowers may bloom in juneg 'Cause the whole wor-ld's out of tune. The july heat may never come. From the ever-hiding sun 3 Therefore th-e girl who wants a man VVi.ll have to go without a tan! Raynald D. DUFOUR,'40 Nil Qc