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

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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

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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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16 PEMETIC favorite sport of his, so I found a Hat, :Square piece of cork and put it in the aquarium so that Eric could air himself as often as he liked. One day Eric felt rather adventurous. He crawled out upon the cork and, from that elevated position, Went over the side of the tank. Then. he set out to investi- gate the outside world. It is needless to ,Say that I was terribly Worried when I made the discovery that he Was missing. I hunted for two hours 'for the little fel- low, scarcely daring to step for fear of crushing him. I got down on my hands and knees and went over every inch of the dining room with my hands. It wa.s nec- essary to do this, for he was so small that I couldn't possibly have seen him. Still no results. Finally, when I was about to give up the search' I found him in the far corner of the living room. Eric was a for- lorn looking little creature. He was quite shriveled from being out off the water so long. However, when I picked him up he moved. I put him back into the aquarium but the water seemed to paralyze him. He lay on his back in a sort of stupor. I thought that as long as he was going 'to die anyway, I might at least be con- siderate enough to let him live his last mo- ments outside of the aquarium away from the goldfish whom he despised. There- fore, I put him 'in a little round dish. For a long time he did not move, so I made all possible preparations for his funeral. Just as I was about to bury him, he raised his little hand as much as to say, Forbear.', It was approximately an hour later that I again looked at Eric. This time he was .as lively as any monkey and, inwdeed, he had played quite a monkeyshine on me. It suffices to say that I put him back in his own quarters. But that was by no means the end of Eric's escapade. Several day.s later I glanced into the aquarium, and what should I see but his ghost! It was a gray- ish white color and I knew it belonged to him because I could see his arms and mouth and tail as plainly as could be. But, no! I was mistaken. There was Eric swimming about. The only remaining solution was that he must have literally jumped out of his skin. I wagged my head slowly at him. Q Eric, yo-u have been a newty little boy. --C. Clement, '35 HOW WE GET TIDAL WAVES Nearly everyone has seen Waves. I dontt mean a wave of the hand, or in the hair. but waves on the water. There are, however, really only a few persons who know the true cause of the things run- ning over the sea. Lobsters are at the bottom of all waves, large or small. Maybe some of you have noticed the two long feelers that protrude from the head of lobsters, be they male or female. These feelers are really the antennae of the libsters. As they have no other means of communication with their fellow lobsters they must send out waves through the-ir an- tennae. They have both short and long waves. This is seen from the fact that the left antenna is somewhat shorter than the right. When a party of lobsters get together they stir up such a conversation that the sea gets quite Uchoppyf' A few years ago there was a great tidal wave in our vicinity. The greatest force of it struck Abel's Lobster Pound at Duck Cove. Mr. Abel stated that his lobsters had been very uneasy during that week. With this information and the knowledge that they hand already accumulated about