Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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THE WHIRLPOOL 15 pine tree. Just as ] was falling back on the ground, FP heard someone eall very loudly, “Frances!” Then all was still for a few moments. When I came to myself, the gypsies were placing me in one of their covered wagons. We rode over a very rough road and T was being bounced dreadfully. After going over the rough road, IT heard one of the gypsy women say, “Now for the water.” At the mention of water [ shivered. T had hardly done so before it seemed as if IT was going to be drowned in ice-water and sink all my troubles, buf TI shouted, “Ouch! ! ” Then T heard my mother say, “Well, I should think it was time you were waking up! ve shaken vou till T can hardly stand, and have given you an ice-cold shower-bath. Come! It's seven o'clock and vou must start for Gray in half an hour.” Frances Cone, ’22 The Impossible I tried to write a poem Once upon a time. T couldi’t get the meter, And J couldn't get the rhyme. T thought Td write a ballad, But [ couldi’t make a verse. And then 1 tried a romance To find my case much worse. My head was growing dizzy: My feet were getting cool; I can’t write no durn ole poem, ’Cause IT never learnt no rule. Winson, 721 The Marriage of the Adriatic When Venice was at the height of her glory, an annual ceremony was performed, which was called “The Marriage of the Adriatic’. On Ascension day the Doge of Venice, in lis ship of state, rode out the Lido canal and dropped into the Adriatic Sea the most beautiful ring that it was possible to secure. The ceremony was very impressive: with the casting of the ring into the sea, the Dog e repeated these

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Lt THIS WHIRLPOOL the Indians had left a child in the wigwam and that it would soon be burned to death. He rushed in and carried the child out in his arms just as the burning wigwam collapsed. The soldiers regarded him closely and curiously, wondering what he would do with the pap- poose. Henry took him—the child was a boy—- back to the fort and caved for him until the war was over. Tle would have brought him back to Gray; but, having learned of the child's parents from an In- dian prisoner, he returned him to them. Soon after this he retired from the service and returned to his home in Gray, where he delighted the children telling them of the In- dians and his experiences with them. Leonarp, 721 A Harrowing Experience It happened that T had been reading ghost stories from an old Hallowe'en book. After a time T became restless and wished to go visiting. Curled up in an arm chair, Tomade my plans. 1 would go over to my uncle's to see Lillian. 3 Suddenly I found myself at her house. She was very glad to see me and anxious to entertain me; so we thought we would make mo- lasses candy. We did not have as good luck as we had planned with our candy, because it would not pull well, and when T next thought about getting home it was dark. It had clouded up and the stars were not shining. e Lillian told me she would go a piece with me if 1 were afraid, but—oh no—nothing would touch me as all wild animals had left: Ray- mond with the exception of a few monkeys. The road from my uncle's to the main road is rather a creepy place to travel through after dark, because of the woods so near. T had hardly got started by the woods when I saw two ghosts beckoning to me among the trees. I started to run, but got into the mud so deeply that IT was securely stuck. Then the two ghosts came up and offered to help ine out. After they had helped me out, they tried to lead me olf into the woods, but I got away and started for home as fast as [ could. As I left them, they shouted, “Look out for the gypsies!’ and then T heard a voice shout, “Irances !” I looked around and saw two gypsies chasing me at their full speed. T watched them too closely; for, just as T thought T was going to get home before being caught, IT ran with some force into a large

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16 THE WHIRLPOOL words: “We wed thee. 0 Sea, in token of true and lasting domina- tion.” After this ceremony had been performed, the people proceeded to return to Venice, and the remainder of the day was given over to rejoicing. In the year 1489, Agostino Barbarigo, then Doge of Venice, sent out the usual decree, imploring all men skilled in the art of making jewelry to put forth every effort to see if a ring could not be pro- duced, which should surpass any ring used in the past for “The Mar- riage of the Adriatic’. This decree was the cause of unusual excitement, for it had been rumored that the contention to produce the ring which should be chos- en would be even more bitter than usual, Tt had even been whispered that foul means might be used. AL) Venice was keyed to a high pitch of excitement. The crucial day arrived. Every one who had entered the contest for making the ring was almost overcoire with nervousness. The rings which were shown that day have had no equal since. The sight was dazzling. Beautiful rings of gold, set with precious stones. were brought. Rubies, emeralds, diamonds, pearls and all other priceless jewels were there in abundance. At last. after much consideration, the ring was chosen. It was the work of Andrew Donatello, one of the wealthiest jewelers in Venice. The disappoined contestants took their rings and wended their way homeward, some sad, some angry, a few discouraged, but the greater number resolved to try again the folowing year. A few days Jater. the Doge received by special messenger word from Paul Palladio, one of the wealthy nobles of Venice, that he had entered the contest, unknown to anyone else. Tie declared that he had a ring more beautiful than the one which was chosen could possibly be. The note seemed rather aweressive. but the Doge was very anx- ious to procure an especially beautiful ring and he sent word that he would examine the ring the following day if Panl Palladio would bring it to the castle. Near the royal palace in Venice. there was at the period of this story a continuous arcade of shops and cafes, which was occupied nights by a picturesque throng of promenaders. When the band was playing and the picture wreathed in moonlight, the whole seemed like the scene of an enchanted dream. Agostino Barbarigo, the Doge of Venice, loved beautiful scenes as much as any other passionate Italian. As was his custom, with his royal guard, he set out that evening for his ride. As he