Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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THE WHIRLPOOL 15 As gentle as a sheep. Alas! Alas! I find her Instead of kind and good, as cruel as the tiger That ranges through the wood. Let us drink, dear friends, of this sweet wine: For we are tempted by fleeting time. Let us take from life all that we can; For when Death’s shadow claims a man, He has to part with his lovers fine And bid adieu to much-loved wine. Hasten thy merriment! Drink to me! Fer theu canst not drink through eternity. Leave only to fools the argument Concerning the joys to mortals sent. By our philosophy we are sure Gur joys are in wine and in maids demure. Knowledge, glory, and treasures of gold Cannot remove one’s cares untold. Tis only by drinking to excess That we inthe rcad to happiness. Come on! Come on! Let the waiters pour! Pour, my boys, till we say, ‘No more!”’ The Snob It was a beautiful September day that. Angelia Sprague first set foot in the high school building. She was seventeen years old and rather small for her age. She was the only daughter of the wealthy railroad magnate, John R. Sprague, and as her mother was near a nervous breakdown, she had come to her own home in this town. She did not wish to be parted from her daughter, so she brought her so that she could attend the high school and be near her. On her arrival at school the Professor of mathe- matics took her from rcom to room, introducing her to the sub-master and two other teachers to whom she would recite. After the introductions she ‘ame to Louise Lawlor’s seat and criticised them severely. “Don’t you think Miss Thurston dreadfully severe looking?” she said. “T just know I'll not be able to stand her.” “We all think she is wonderful,” returned Louise, “and I don’t believe anyone else in school dislikes her.”

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I+ THE WHIRLPOOI The next day he was unable to goout. Hesaid that he didn’t think he should want a drink for a month. His parents, when told of it, forbade him to go near there again, but that did not grieve him much at the time. The other boys will never visit the hole again without thinking of the tragedy which came near happening. KENNETH Huston, 719. A Group of Translations LA FEUILLE Where, oh pcor dried-up leaf, are you going? Now blown from the tree, you protector? Why not speak and discover your secret? What becomes of a leaf that is withered? “‘Sinee the day of the thunder and lightning When a bolt tcok the life from my mother, The oak who had fed me and loved me, The oak who had given me my beauty, By the inconstant breath of the zephyr I have drifted from mountain to valley, I wander from forest’to prairie. Never complaining or fearing, A chip on an ocean of tempests, At the will of the winds I am tossing. I go with the leaves of the roses And the leaves of the laurel. I know not where I am going.” ARNAULT. Lyrics from Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme Since I have come under the spell of your eyes I pine night and day and extreme is my pain. Oh, how sternly you must with your encmies deal If you treat, pretty Iris, ycur friends with disdain! I used to think my Jennie As kind as she was sweet; I used to thinK my Jennie

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THE WHIRLPOOL going to,” replied Angelia. ‘But I think Miss South- , |, and oh! what wonderful clothes! Don’t you think more her . ss Thurston?” resumed Angelia. “No, continued Louise, “for she thinks a great deal more of dr than vu. xplaining our lessons.””. This was very true, but as it was hai to secure teachers they dared not dismiss her. Just then the bell roiv ond the girls suspended conversation and went to their seats. Everything seemed to be going very well until the drama, which the class gave every year, was being discussed. Miss Thurston was the coach and she chose the” who were best suited to the parts. Among those chosen was Angelia; vuse she was not assigned the leading role, she flatly refused the pi : Thurston thought the matter over and told her that her refusal w ceepted. Angelia had hardly expected this and it angered her greatly. That night after school she picked a quarrel with the coach, hoping to anger her into giving up the leading role to her; but Miss Thurston had no thought of doing such a thing. Days passed into weeks and Angelia was unusually quiet, but she wore a triumphant look. The night of the drama came, and Dorothy Hussey, who had the leading role, was hunting for her costumes when poor, tired Miss Thurston appeared. Dorothy explained just where she had placed them, but they could not be found anywhere. It was very near time to begin and so they borrowed the evening dress and Spanish costume from a near neighbor. Dorothy felt very down-hearted, for she realized that. her own costumes were much prettier than the borrowed ones. Then coming from the entrance Miss Thurston said, in the presence of Angelia and others, “Tf you do as well to-night as you did at the last rehearsal, Dorothy, no one will notice your clothes. It is the acting that counts, not clothes.” This pleased Dorothy and she determined to do her very best. The play was a complete success, and at the finish Dorothy was presented with three beautiful bouquets. Angelia received one and was very dismayed at not. receiving more. While Dorothy was in the dressing room, she heard a crea ky noise and going to see what it was, she observed Angelia depositing a bundle beneath a suit case; then she saw her quietly slip back to her dressing room. Dor- othy could not keep this incident out of her mind, and later, in the presence of Angelia, she stooped and picked up the bundle from beneath the suitcase. Angelia watched every movement, and when she saw Dorothy stoop for the bundle, she knew that she had seen her put it there. Angelia made a movement to go, and Dorothy detained her to ask, ‘Do you know to whom this bundle belongs, Angelia?’’ And she replied, “Of course not.” Just then Miss Thurston appeared and Angelia knew she was caught. Instead of punishing her, Miss Thurston decided to leave Angelia to her own conscience, so she spoke to Dorothy and passed by. ‘The next