Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

Page 12 text:

gee 10 THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL the distant mountains asa background. So after much disputing they got intoas smalla group as possible, and justas Brown told them “to look at the birdie,” little Freddie began to whimper, or, rather gave a good lusty baw! and asked if it would hurt. After being assured by his mother that it would not, he said, “Well, that’s what you said about having my tooth pulled, but it did.” Ma pacified him, however, and all settled down again, when Pa backed out; said he would not be in it if the kids wouldn’t stand around him just as much as around Ma. This was settled without much trouble. When a definite agreement was reached and all stood ready once more, Henry began to cough violently, and Ma said, “Well, I do declare, I believe he’s got the whooping cough, I’ll have to go right away.” And so off she started with her clan, leaving the photog- rapher turning the air blue behind them. E. F.S., ’25. SEPTEMBER TO JUNE How strongly we yearn for the first of September, (?) When back to the schoolroom we go with a will! There are happy mectings and friendly greetings With teachers and schoolmates as we climb up the hill. October is here and with it much cheer. The bright autumn leaves make the landscape superb. School is progressing, and this, I'm confessing, I'm having my troubles with noun, clause, and verb. November advances with more somber fancies. We are well settled now on the school year’s routine. We are all looking forward and into the cupboard For turkey and vegetables, pudding and cream. The snow has been falling and I have been calling And sending my greetings to all I hold dear. For this is December and you must remember It’s the merriest time in the whole of t he year. It is right colder now, and the evergreen’s bough Is heavily laden with snow. The air is a-tingle and how the bells jingle When out for New Year's calls we go. February’s on time and with Saint Valentine And the birthdays of Lincoln and George Washington, A HOLDUP ON THE INTERURBAN “Halt! or we will shoot,” three men yelled as the Portland-Lewis- ton Interurban car was quietly speeding along, about twelve o’clock between Gray and North Gray. The motorman was busy, of course, and the conductor was talking with his pretty young lady friend. The crowded car stopped as soon as possible. The people started to get up to see what the delay was. “Don’t anybody attempt to leave this car,” commanded the outlaws, “Keep your seats.”

Page 11 text:

el THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL 9 THE PIPES AT LUCKNOW I enjoy the selection ‘Poems of Action” very much. There is variety enough to satisfy almost everybody. When asked to choose my favorite, I have to pass over many which I like very much. Perhaps it is no coincidence that my favorite poem, “The Pipes at Lucknow,” is by the poet of whose verse I am most fond, John G. Whittier. There is power in the poem which is very musical and inspiring. One can imagine the Scottish pipes sounding through the mountains and lowlands. How clear and encouraging they must be to the clans- men! Jfach clan has a different call which is readily recognized from the others. It is a rest to read the Scottish poems. One feels more satisfied with life and is thankful that there is the country of Scotland which produces the bravest, tenderest, and most wonderful people in the world. In this poem the pipes bring encouragement to the despairing soldiers, because help is coming and the clansmen are gathering against the Sepoys. The setting of the poem is in India. The British forces at Lucknow with several hundred women and children are besieged for several months during the Indian mutiny by thousands of wild and fanatical nations, and fear every day the defeat that will mean nameless shame and cruel slaughter. The brave company in a starving condition are finally relieved by a handful of British soldiers under Henry Havelock. A Scottish lass suddenly recognizes the call of the pipes. She calls the attention of the rest but the man whose ear is untrained to the sound does not feel the thrill that the Scotch do. For one who learns to love the music from childhood it stirs the heart like the National song of a country. W.H.L. SITTING FOR A PHOTOGRAPH Ma and Pa Hickson were taking their family of eight into town to have their pictures “took.” The years were rolling swiftly by and Ma greatly desired to have a picture of her little brood while they were comparatively young, if a suitable photographer could be found. They had arrived at the Corners, which boasted of two studios. Ma proceeded to go first to one and then to the other, trying to decide which was the best. At last she decided on “Brown's,” which was so small that her eight crowded it, and so Brown decided to have it taken out of doors with

Page 13 text:

—E a) THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL 11 Soon three men were seen entering and three guns waved danger- ously in the face of the conductor. At this the women began to shriek and faint. “Don’t be alarmed, ladies and gentlemen, the robbers are among you; just throw up your hands, and do as we tell you. We'll soon get what we want, and you may go along,” said the leader of the outlaws. “Very well, then; at my order, the men will begin the search. They will pass among you, ladies and gentlemen; any effort to retard their progress will he met with instant—well, you know.” Before the petrified crowd could realize what was taking place, the three outlaws were swiftly passing from person to person, stripping the women of their jewels, the men of their money and watches, and any other valuables they could find. A half-hearted protest went up from the conductor, as he saw the last dollar of his two hundred come out of his pocket. While this was going on, the motorman had quietly slipped away to a nearby house and notified the police at the Headquarters at Gray. Before the lawbreakers had time to rob all the people, four detectives arrived in a car: namely, Linsey Crow, Jack Coon, Jimmy Newt, and a very prominent man of the town, Napoleon Duflicker, Esq. “T now call upon all robbers present to surrender in the name of the law,” said Detective Napoleon Duflicker, Esq. “Surrender peace- fully and you will not be harmed; resist and no knowing whatever will become of you. The law is no respecter of persons. Throw up your hands.” “It must be your uncommon sense, men,” said Jimmy Newt, point- ing his revolver. “Wher do you expect to be, if you do not surrender? You’re cornered and you might jest as well give up. Four detectives are here from the big city of Gray. Up with vour hands.” “TTe’s in earnest,” said the leader of the robbers, “we might just as well give up now before we are compelled to.” “Now what have you got to say?” cried the detectives, pointing their revolvers at the robbers while they took their weapons, “I guess we have you cornered, ain’t we? What do you mean by resist- ing anyway? We'll learn ye!” , “The guilty must suffer,” said Linsey Crow, while the others were handcuffing the prisoners. The three lawbreakers were at last conquered and handcuffed. The car started for Portland. When it reached Gray, the detectives assisted the prisoners from the car. while the people thanked the former for their help. The men and women were given their money and jewelry and the car started once more for Portland. The four detectives took the prisoners up Church Street followed hy the whole town. They kept on until they arrived at Gray Town Hall. The lawbreakers were put in prison next to the Selectmen’s