Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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THE WUOIRLPOOL The Images In the Jand of Wabanaki On the shores of Lake Sebago Dwelt a lovely Indian Maiden, Tall and straight as any pine tree, Lived here with her chieftain father In the tallest, whitest wigwai. Here she roamed about the forest, Making friends with all the wood-folk ; And the squirrel, Adjidaumo, Perched upon the mossy clil-side Or upon the swaying branches With his saucy tail up-pluming, Waited, waited for her coming, Por the beautiful Waneta. Far away across the waters Of the lovely Lake Sehago Tn another land and country Lived a young Algonquin chieftain. Many times, ignoring danger, Came he to the Wabanaki, Saw the beautiful Waneta, Saw her haughty chieftain father. But he could not claim this maiden, Loveliest of all the women, For, alas! there was a hatred, Blood-feud, old and deep and bitter, 'Twixt his tribe and the Algonquins. Now he made his visits secret, Kept his tryst far from the camplire Near the shores of Lake Sebago.

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TILE WHIRLPOOL a) School Spirit One of the things that make a school rank high is its spirit. There are plenty of opportunities for the spirit of a school to show itself. One of the best ways to show if is in supporting athletics. While Pennell has the last few years supported athleties very well, there is still plenty of room for improvement. The basketball team was backed by the school to a student. Per- haps it was because it was something new: but, Tam sure they will behind the team another vear as they did the last, fam sure they will see a dillerent score in the reports. But the baseball team, while it is backed by the students at times, has not the support of every member of the school, as it should lave. When a plea was made to the students to subscribe money to buy bats for the team, everyone contributed sowething. That certainly is the way it should be. But when an entertainment or a supper is to be given to raise money for the team, many of the students do not think they should be asked to help. Some say they help to raise the money and get no benefit from it. If they do not directly, they do indirectly. If the ball team goes anywhere with new suits, plenty of other para- phernalia, and a large number of “rooters™. the people of the other towns immediately say, “That is a good school and the students are bound together so as to help each other and the school.” But the support of the athletics is not the only way ino which school spirit can be shown. The appearance of the building and the grounds would be a great deal improved if every one would pick up any paper, sticks, or other distiguring things about the grounds and inside. Don't say you did not put it there, and therefore should not pick itup. But do it for the school's sake. eS) Cn IS

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TLE WIIRLPOOL Here he told her all his conquests Over bear or other foeman ; First he told her of his wigwam, Then his new Cheemaun for sailing. They were standing thus at twilight, Wh en they heard far in the distance Mingled noises as from feasting At this hour among the Indians. “Tush!” she said. “It is K’chiskotek, The great council-fire, W’chiskotek There will soon be war between us, Twixtimy tribe and the Algonquins.” Late that evening he departed, Went to fight among his people. But he never would forget her, Neer forget his lovely sweetheart, And he cautioned her at leaving, “Come here every eve at twilight, Come and watch for me at twilight, Ior T may be waiting for you, Por my lovely starlight maiden.” True to him, the falling shadows Found her on the cliffs at twilight. As the pale night-sun was rising, Lighting up the limpid waters Of the lovely Lake Sebago, Thus she waited for her lover, While the whip-poor-will, Wawonaissa, Broke the lonesomeness of evening, Thinking, dreaming of the future, There a wondrous thought came to her. Quickly went she to her wigwai, Took her Owlamon, her red paint, Pigment green, and yellow ochre. Then she in the glow of sunset On the terraces of granite Painted many, many pictures. First of all was Mishe-Mokwa, Greatest bear of all the woodlands, Telling of her lover's combat With the great hear of the forests. Then his great Cheemaun for sailing Grew beneath her hands’ strange cunning, a |