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

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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

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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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PEM lobsters, they decided that the Wave was caused by a lobster, in some other ocean, sending a message of great importance to the lobstens at the pound. -B. C. S., '35. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING In my study of English Literature, the feminine character which most appeals to me is Elizabeth Barrett. Perhaps it is be- cause of the romantic story of her life, or maybe it is because of my admiration for her unquenchable spirit. Elizabeth Barrett was born in 1806. In her early years, when she was an, invalid, she wrote several poems of childhood. Later, becoming interested in .social re- form, she wrote some books, among which was one protesting against child labor. Robert Browning, becoming interested in Miss Barrettks writings, contrived some- how to make her acquaintance. They soon found that they were meant for each other. Elizabethhs father, a tyrannical sort off person, commanded -her to stay in her room and expected her to die properly there. However, this was not in Robert Browning's scheme of living. The old adage is: When the cat's away, the mice will play, so, while Mr. Barrett was away making arrangements 'to move his daugh- ter out into the country, Miss Barrett im- proved her time in learning once more to Walk. Soon, due to her new ,and happy environment, she was able to enjoy life as any normal person might. Nevertheless, she was still ia little weak physically. But things couldn't go on like this forever. So, one day Mr. Barrett returned. Of course, Elizabeth was delighted to see him again and enthusiastically asked him if he ETIC 17 was not pleased that she had improved so Wonderfully. Her parent gave her no an- swer except to order her upstairs to her room, which to her now seemed almost un- bearable. All privileges Were taken from her, even that of seeing Mr. Browning. Every day she was told that she was very ill and might and probably would -die very soon. Elizabeth outwardly submitted to this treatment, but her spirit was not so easily subdued, so one night Mr. Barrett en- tered her room for the evening prayer only to ind it empty. A note lay on her divan. He read it hurriedly, then h-e stood motion- less, and the paper Huttered to the floor as his fingers slowly unclenched. His idaugh- ter, an invalid, had eloped with Robert Browning. It was not that the old man, ob- jected to his son-in-law, but he rejected the idea of his 'famous daughter marrying anyone. The Brownings went to Florence where they lived in Casa Guidij' a house made famous because, in. mutual helpfulness, they fdid their best work there when Mr. Browning wrote Men and Women, and Mrs. Browning wrote her Sonnets from the Portuguese, which were really a col- lection of love songs written, to the person who sat across the breakfast table every morning. Soon, however, their happiness was broken by Mrs. Browningls death, which was much happier and more free than that of some caged thing. She had learned to use her Wings. Perhaps she iiew too far, and thus hastened her departure, but the essential thing is that she leaves us with a feeling of happiness, rather than sympa- thy for her. -Cecile Clement, '35.