Pembroke High School - Mattakeesett Yearbook (Pembroke, MA)

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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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10 THE WAMPUM ever, the Dodgers managed to getfa run in the ninth on a base on balls and a double. On the other hand, the Giants had three men on bases in the last of the ninth with two out. O,Connor was to bat for the pitcher and the crowd, having in mind the home-run he had made on a somewhat similar occasion, yelled with such noise that people for miles around paused to listen. The op- posing pitcher was a south-paw, and Tim's hobby was south-paws. The first ball pitched was of the variety that might be called either a ball or a strike, Without causing a disturbance. The um- pire, however, chose to call it a strike. The next three were high ones all going for balls. Tim fouled the next, making the count three and two. Now, thought Tim, he'll have to put one over, or pass me. So he resolved to hit the next one. The ball came, a wide one. Tim swung with all his might, and-next day he started for the min- ors. ' E. G. W. '18, THE NECKLACE OF RIIJAH It was a necklace worth speaking about. The contrast between the pure white glitter of the perfect diamonds and the bold Hash of the bright rubies was one of its novel splendors. ' Riijah, the owner of the necklace, was the daughter of the wealthy Turk- ish merchant, Kiel. The three things that Kiel loved most in the world were Riijah, money, and music. Kiel had his private box at the great opera house in Constantinople, and it was there that he and Riijah spent many happy eve- nings. It Wa.s there, also, that Riijah often wore her beautiful jewels, among which was the necklace. One night there came to the opera house a French chorus. A young man, whose looks as well ashis voice probably helped him get this place, interested Riijah. He took only a minor part, but in one scene he was left alone on the stage for a few minutes. As Riijah bent slightly over' the edge of the box, the man looked up. A smile came into his eyes as he saw the pretty face of Riijah turned toward him, then sud- denly something very diiferent took the place of that smile. He no longer saw the pretty face 5 he saw the flash of the necklace as it gleamed and coiled about the fair throat of Riijah. Kiel and Riijah went often to see the French company. Then came the last night of its stay. The house was crowded, even to the boxes. Kiel had invited a party of friends to accompany him, and so it happened that Riijah sat in one of the back seats near the part- ing of the heavy curtains. Slhe looked in vain for her favorite characterg he did not appear. Toward the end of the last act, the curtains parted in the back of Kiel's box. A hand crept towards Riijalfs neck, slowly, quietly, it came. Suddenly another hand shot forward, there was a sharp snap, then both hands withdrew holding the fiashing necklace. Riijahzs hand flew to her throat, but not in time. Her rubies and diamonds were gone. Later the whole city was searched, but no necklace was found. Two years afterwards, when her fa- ther died, Riijah found herself in very different circumstances. She was left with so little money that she was ob- liged to sell the last of her jewels to pay the debts. With what she did have left, she studied music, and then went to Paris, hoping to obtain an en- gagement. Thus it happened that on a certain evening Riij ah was taking an important opera role in one of Paris's largehouses.

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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