Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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THE WHIRLPOOI, i | root of 1919, chosen in respect to its literary value, has been taken from the regular work of the classes, and was not written especially for the paper These papers consist of many styles; description, narrative, expositios abstracts, and poetry. No papers of argumentation are included, not be cause we have had no debates, but, instead, because the students debat« from notes, and use no papers for this purpose. We wish to thank the students for their support in submitting their work for this issue, and it is hoped and expected that in the future the interest may increase and that the school paper will act as a stimulus for the students to produce better literature each year.

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6 THE WHIRLPOOL Owing to the swiftness with which the selectmen of the town are proceeding with manual training, this paper may be inappropriate when it comes from the printers, barring this, however: our subscribers may be interested to know the solution of housing manual training as it has been figured out by the students of Pennell Institute. At the present day there are plain indications that manual training will soon be as essential in a school course as English or Algebra. Pennell ranks as a Class A high school; and to keep this place she must adopt new courses as they become necessary. This means that manual training must come sooner or later. There are also some advantages besides courses of study that Pennell needs in order to keep her place; one of these is a gym- nasium. What naturally suggests itself to you? Is it not to have them both in the same building? Is that not the best way? If a small building were erected for manual training, it would soon be of insufficient size; for the course, as it became more advanced, would soon require more machinery, which would require greater floor space. Further- more, a gymnasium would some time mean another small building, and the expense of both would probably be more than sufficient to have erected one large one, which would have given better satisfaction as a manual training room and a gymnasium, and which would look much better on the ‘campus than two small ones. The high school was a gift to the town. Can not the town well afford to erect a building that shall add to the appearance of Pennell Institute grounds rather than detract from it? It is unfortunately necessary for the out-of-town pupils that come on the car to wait for an hour after school. We do not mind it so much on pleasant days, but on rainy days we cannot walk around the town, and everyone knows that the power station is not a pleasant place to spend an hour in. Then when we have an entertainment at school, and some wish to remain until eight o’clock, on account of having no place to wait, they have to wander around from four until cight. Wandering around gets tiresome after a time. Why would it not be possible for us to have a leader and form a club, where we could arrange amusements for our hour of waiting? On fair days we might plan some short walk or something of the sort. Perhaps we might hire a room in some house near the school- building. If the teachers approve of this plan, why can it not be put into execution next year? All students in any high school are expected as far as possible to produce literary work suitable for publication. The students of Pennell Institute, even with no school paper, have always been encouraged to write with this prospect in view. The work submitted in Tie PiExniiy WHtrL-

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§ THE WHIRLPOOL, L ar The Workman Is Made By Working The pearls were numerous but they were small. The pearl diver sat down wearijy on the sand to dry himself after a dive. He looked at his basket, overHowing with pearl oysters and wondered: “ Might there be a pearl among them larger and more beautiful than I have yet found? I have had many little pearls to exchange with the tradesmen this year. My little ones have had plenty of meat and the wife more necklaces and bracelets than any other woman of the tribe. But if I could find a large pearl, a precious pearl, fit to pu t in Buddha’s throne in the temple! I would set it in the trumpet of the herald on the highest arch of the throne, and there it would blaze with matchless fire, a token of my loyalty to Buddha.” Ievery day did this passionate longing to find a matchless pearl burn in the pearl diver’s mind. He no longer went with his companions on lnunt- ing expeditions into the great forests. The sea had no more charms for him save as a place in which to find the pearl. When he had located a bed of pearl oysters, how untiringly he would work, diving and filling his basket! When they had cured, how carefully he would wash out the pearls, looking eagerly for a pearl fit for Buddha’s throne! But always—disappointment! One morning there was a great commotion in the little village. The king had sent a messenger to summon his followers for an expedition against the rich lands of a neighboring king. Quickly a band was collected. The pearl diver was asked to accompany it. He thought of exciting adventures with wild animals in crossing the dangerous passes in the mountains, of fighting and conquering the enemy, of the triumphal return with the spoils, and all but forget the pearl. He almost consented to go. Then before him in a mist arose the vague outlines of a lofty throne, imposing, grand, gleam- ing with jewels. But at the top of the throne the herald’s trumpet was blank. No radiant jewel was there. Andon the herald’s face was a look of reproach. Then the vision vanished; the old desire returned. The pear! diver refused to go and returned to his work. He found more pearls than ever before. The beds were many and large. He worked long, faithfully, but his hopes were not realized.