Pembroke High School - Mattakeesett Yearbook (Pembroke, MA)

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12 THE WAMPUM is a pretty little building. The floors are made of tile, and there are pretty chairs, where one may sit down. The rock, where the spring bubbles up is en- cased in glass. Next to the spring house stands the bottling house. Here they have all kinds of machinery, which they use in bottling the water. Every- thing is spotless. The walls of the house are of glass, and the fioors are of high grade tile. The workmen are all dressed in spotless white suits. There is a good-sized reception room with comfortable chairs, where one may sit and look through th-e large plate glass, and watch the bottling of the Water. This process is certainly an inter- esting one. First, the bottles are all washed inside and out with brushes, then they are thoroughly sterilized. The water Hows from the spring through a glass pipe into a large stone tank in the bottling house. From this tank it is pumped through a pipe which is lined with block tin to an elevated tank. Then it flows to the bottling machin-e. The bottles are placed under the spouts of this ma- chine to be filled. There are valves which shut off automatically when the bottles are full. The bottles then pass to the capping machine, where a small cap lined with wax is placed on each bottle. They are now allowed to stand for a given length of time, after which they are inspected by men who make this their business. If the slightest speck is found, the bottle is thrown out, but if it is perfect, it is wrapped in paper, and placed in a wooden case ready to ship. One thing we will especially note, the water does not come in contact with iron, brass, copper, or any metal which might have any effect on it. All pipes are made of glass or block tin, or lined with block tin or silver. There is a freight house near by where the water is taken to be shipped. T'his freight house is connected with the bottling house by an endless un- derground belt, which makes it easy to carry the bottles -back and fourth. This bottling process is so interesting that Poland Springs is a place well worth seeing if one has the opportuni- ty. H. E. H., '19, 1930 In the fall of 1930, as delightful a one as California had ever seen, my work being -over, I decided to visit Pembroke, my old home town. The next morning I arose bright and early, and getting out my aeromobile, I started. All day long my motor hummed as I passed over villages and cities. It was obout eight P. M., when, according to my compass, I was over Bryantville. Turning my search- light downward, I espied a field and prepared to descend. I landed suc- cessfully, in what proved to my great joy to be the fidld of Johnny Green, or had been in my day. Walking up the lane, I was soon out on the well-lighted highway. Going down this broad macadamized road fit had been sandy and full of cradle holes when I was a boyj I met a man whom I asked about a good hotel. He said that the Sweet Alice, kept by a man named Snow,'was as good as any in the county. I walked down School Street to this noted resort and entered. A short man with an uncouth beard all over his face attracted my attention, and I asked him concerning a room for the night. No sooner had he spok- en than I recognized him as my old friend, Bill Snow. As we sat there talking over old times, a little fat man

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THE WAMPUM 11 As she stood waiting for the moment to appear on the stage, a great fear seized her. She had never taken part in anything but chorus work before, and tonight she must act with her singing, Oh ! she thought, if only I had my necklace, I should not have to do this. It was time for her to go on. The house was full, but that did not bother her at Hrst. At the end, however, she was supposed to swoon, and at the be- ginning of the second part of the piece shebegan to feel frightened and stid. She glanced up at the boxes, and there, leaning over the edge of one, was a wo- man. Around her neck flashed and coiled Riijah's beautiful necklace. It was too much for the poor little sing- erg her voice wavered, and she fell for- ward in a faint. The French manager had been a little afraid of his latest find, but now-. With a bound he was out of his seat, and met Riijah just as she staggered to her feet. He seized her two hands. Charmant, charmant, si naturel! cried the pleased and excited French- man, I must keep you always, tou- joursf' Riijah smiled faintly. Her necklace had lost her a fortune, but gained her success' M. M. D. '18. LOST Itwas dusk 3 already the shadows of night were beginning to fall. There was no moon, and the night bade fair to be dark and cloudy. One lone huntsman stood scanning the sky with an anxious eye. ,For some time he had been following the trail of a buck, not realizing that it was grow- ing so late. The trail grew fresher and fresher until at last he spied the huge animal a short distance ahead of him. He raised the gun and tired. He had secured his prize 3 but he did not know his whereabouts. So in- tent on the trail had he been that he had noticed neither the time of day nor the direction in which he had gone. He judged that he must be several miles from camp, but in what direction? He realized that it would be best to camp out for the night where he now stood. Fortunately there was a small brook near at hand. His preparations for the night must be made. So he skinned the buck with his hunting knife, hung the skin and meat from the limb of a tree, and gathered hemlock boughs for a bed. These he spread in a hollow. After his preparations were all made, 'he cooked his supper of deer meat. It was a lonesome meal, and soon over. His sleep was deep and peaceful. When he awoke next morn- ing, the first thing that he saw clear- ly was a thin column of smoke curling upward. It appeared to be only a quarter of a mile away. Arising hastily, he made straight for the column of smoke. Things began to look familiar. It was his own camp, there stood his friend Bob leaning over a bright fire, pre- paring breakfast. The hunter had slept next door to his own camp, be- lieving himself to be miles away. W. A. R., '18, POLAND SPRINGS Poland Springs, which is a noted summer resort, is situated in South Poland, Maine, only a few miles from Lewiston and Auburn. It is owned by the Ricker Brothers, who make a business of bottling and sending away the water from the spring, for which the resort is named. The spring house

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THE WAMPUM 13 came rushing in with two suitcases. I thought he looked familiar, but a big hat on which was lettered in gold, JANI'I'OR, hid most of his face from view. Snow broke up my thoughts by asking if I did not recogf nize this old schoolmate of mine. Re- ceiving a negative reply, he told me that it was Art Donnell, whom some Weeks he had to pay as much as ive dollars to retain. Then all three of us began to talk, but not long, for a great big woman with sleeves bared to the elbows came into the room, and in trying to escape from her sight, Donnell knocked over the bookcase and stepped on the logl. Why dontt you do something, you lazy good-for-nothing P she said, turn- ing to the seemingly petriied Art. I was just going to, my dear, as you came ing I have been helping the new waiter and writing my book, How to Keep up in Bookkeepingf' By this time I recognized the big woman as an old friend of mine. It seems that she was Arthur's better seven-eighths, the nuptials having been celebrated soon after their graduation. Then we resumed our talking, Mrs. Donnell, Snow, and I tArt having been sent by his wife to put the cats outj. What has become of Perham? I suppose he is professor of French in some university by this time. No, the 'boob',', said Mrs. Donnell, he has -bought Mr. White's black stallion and Mr. Collamore's 'Adam', and with Currier's barge and this spirited span is carting the children to school. What is 'Red' Whitney doing?', I inquired. Oh, said Snow, since the death of Newton Newkirk he has been employed by the Boston Post. Well, he always had a great sense of hu- mor, said I. Where is Isabel Turner, who used to talk all the time on the barge ? I asked. 4'Why, haven't you heard of her? She is advocating womants rights. On- ly yesterday she lectured on the sub- ject, 'tShould married men have to do housework P and she certainly never gets out of breath. I What of Dunn and Armstrong? Oh, Mildred runs the 'Six Lady Barbers, Shop' on the corner and is contributing editor of Anybodyis' Mag- azine. Dorothy is matron of a little boys' school in East Pembroke and is also giving piano lessons. Hazel Hammond is employed by the 'Ladies' Aid Baked Bean Supper Association' as head waiter. Wanda Reed is private secretary for the 'West Mills Corpora- tioni. Alice Gerow is teacher of voice culture and singing in the public schools of Pembroke and helps in the hotel here on busy days. Russell Brown is janitor of all the crowning ediiices of the Center, since Frank Crafts has been retired on pension. 'Henk' Reed is raising hens on his big farm. Donald Armstrong is peddling fish and illustrating for the Ladies' Ilomely Companion. Charlie Johnson and 'Skipper' Hill 'have just built for Pembroke High a gymnasium, with their share from the World's Series. Agnes Christie is chief operator of the Plymouth County division of telephone offices. 'iThis makes the second time I have called you Walter. It is twenty min- utes of eight, and if you expect to be to school on time you had better get up. It had all been a dream. W. A. C., '17.