Pemetic High School - Pemetic Yearbook (Southwest Harbor, ME)

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14 PEMETIC iiitrrarg ORPHANNS AT' CHRISTMAS It was a cold dreary ,day in December. The sky was full of black heavy clouds, which told of a visit coming from snow sprites. The wind blew sharply from the northeast and the pedestrians held their coats a little closer and hurried along the .street seeking shelter in homes and stores. Jack was hurrying along with no desti- nation in mind, because he had no place to call home. He went to the door of several houses but they looked cold and unfriendly. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he faced the sharp wind. He decided to go to a back door of some store and get shelter from the snow, which wa.s by now sifting slowly down upon the frozen brown earth. Billy, another poor fellow, was absently walking along a back alley. He was an orphan who had been left to shift for him- in the warm self. This was easy to do summer months when he could sleep un- der the stars at night and get food in the rich people's back yards. He wandered to a back door, but that also was cold and forlorn. It was the home where he had once lived. He went -to the same back porch that Jack was sitting on. The two little orphans sat and talked be- tween shivers. They told each other their history and decided to hang together. With Christmas only two days away they had nothing to which to look for- ward. They had very little to give each other for a Christmas present, but each went a different way, in search of some- thing for this purpose, with an agreement to meet at this back door at dusk. They would spend the night together. At dark they returned with nothing but a little food in their stomachs. The next day there was about a foot of snow on 'the ground. This was to help only one person, that being Santa Claus. They spent the day .searching for food. With empty stomachs they returned to the back porch to spend Christmas Eve. At midnight, Santa Claus, on his Way rto the home of a rich little girl, saw two lit- tle brown dogs sleeping in the cold. As he turned the light on them they awak- ened. He patted them for a second and then went on. After he had driven his team a mile, he stopped in front of a large, wealthy-looking house. He descended the chimney and found a note pinned on stockings. Two little girls wanted a dog. Poor Santa for a minute was discouragedg suddenly his jolly little face was lighted with smiles. He climbed the chimney and hurried to his sleigh. He would drive back and get those two cold little dogs. As he drew the robes over his feet he felt something warm against his gloved hand. He turned the light under the robe and saw the two little dogs sleeping warmly. Little did they know what they had done for themselves. Santa Claus took them under his coat and went inside. A little mat was placed under each stocking, and the dogs were placed on them. The next morning two little girls hugged two delighted w.arm dogs. One had a red bow on a new collar, and the other had a green bow on a new collar.

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PEMETIC FERNE RUMILL, Commercial Ferne Bestocca, 1, 2, 3, 45 Class President, 2 g Play Specialties, 3, 4, Secretary, 43 Treasurer of Student Council, 45 Basketball, 1, 25 Diary, 45 Honor Roll, 1, 2, 3, 45 Salutatory. Here's our ltypist, a girl very interested in her studies. We suspect that before many years Ferne will be down to Seawall, in a little brown bungalow. We wish you the best of luck, Ferne. BURTON CHESTER SAWYER, Csmmercial But Carnival, 1, 43 Operetta, lg Chorus, 1, 25 Honor Roll, 15 Basket- ball, 1, 2, 3, 4, Capt. Basketball, 43 Baseball, 1, 2, 3, 4, Class Treasurer, lg Bestocca, 2, 3, 4g Class Secretary, 3g Play Specialties, 1, 2, 3, Play, 3, Debate Club, 4, Outing Club, 43 Newspaper, 43 Class President, 4, Program Committee, 4, Joke Editor, 4 3 Advertising, 4. Burton is the jester of our class. We can always depe-nd on him for original ideas. He has also established himself als a poet. As an athlete .he icanlt be beaten, having served these four years as an all-rdund outstanfding sportsman. Burton, with that sunniy disposition, Pemetic will miss you .next year. ETHEL LOUISE THURSTON, College Al Honor Roll, 1, Carnival, 1, Play Specialties, 35 Joke Editor, 4. Louise may be a small girl but she certainly can dance, more- over, good things may often be found in small packages, a statement which a -certain young man from Town Hill will confirm for us. MILDRED HELEN WALLS, College Mil Operetta, 1, Play, 3, 4, Honor Roll, 15 Play Specialties, 3, 49 Essay. Here is our best pal, Mil. We Wonder why she likes bas- ketball games. Anyway, We hope you will stick to one beau in the future, Mil,

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PEM Their names were changed immediately, Jack and Billy being well enough for or- dinary orphan dogs, but hardly fitting for canines of Etheir position. John Mont- morency Collie and Maximilian Marma- duke Mutt gave the final touch to their new-found niche in life. -N. Beal, '35. WHEN WESTY WENT TO WAR. Westy King and his cousin, Dan Win- ters, lived with their grandparents. Both dearly loved the old couple but when any argument arose Westy was always for his grandfather while Dan was for the female side of the house. Their grandfather, otherwise known as Pop, had fought for the North in the Civil War and their grandmother was a southern lady. On this day a fierce battle was being waged between the 'two boys in the back yard. The Stars and Stripes were wav- ing above the ramparts of dry goods boxes behind which Westy was crouching, and an old Confederate flag, which usually hung over the bed, crossing staffs with the Stars and Stripes, waved over the ram- parts, old apple barrels, behind which Dan was planning his next move. He decided that a heavy barrage would be the most effective on that Yankee fort across the yand. In this barrage he would use his which were good-sized was looking through a of his boxes when the Now, Westy was getting heaviest shells potatoes. Westy knot-hole in one barrage started. short of ammunition but he decided to give Dan as good as he sent. So thinking, he opened up. Potatoes flew thick and fast for a few minutes from both sides until each had fired all his ammunition but one shell. Westyls last shell was a large rotten apple, Dan's was one of his grandmothers choice sweet potatoes. Westy, peeping ETIC 15 through his knot-hole, saw Dan watching between two barrels and taking a very de- liberate aim hurled the apple. There was a loud splash as the rotted, juicy pulp struck Dan fair between the eyes. With- out stopping to wipe the apple from his eyes Dan threw his potato. It flew high and wild, going straight through his grandrnotherls parlor window. Grandmother and grandfather came hurrying out of the house. Knowing their grandchildren as they did it wasn't neces- sary to ask questions. The old veteran thought he knew a remedy that would cure them of fighting. He court-martialled them to thirty-six hours in the woodshed, which served as guard house, on a diet of hardtack and water. During their confinement the boys ide- cided th.at wans did nort pay, even play ones, and they edecided to reason out the Questions in the future instead of fight- ing. -Everett Leighton, '35. ERIC Eric was my pet newt. He lived in a large aquarium with .seven goldfish, two snail.s, and a clam. Eric did not mind the snails and the clam because they were peaceable fellows, but he felt that his dig- nity was wounded when he was forced to associate with the goldfish, and especially when he came -into contact with that ugly, black, telescope fish with the bulging eyes. Formerly, he had been accustomed to climb from the water upon a hyacinth plant which floated on the surface. How- ever, he had abused the plant so much by this usage that he had cooked his own goose. Soon the plant had died. Then he no longer had a delightful green throne. I thought it a shame that the poor little fellow couldn't indulge in this