Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL 13 “A QUEER PARTY” Fred Wellington sent word to his friends that he was to give a party upon the following Saturday. It was to be given in a pine grove near his home. At about ten o’clock his guests began to arrive. Fred and three of his friends had brought their band instruments, so they amused the others for an hour with their playing. Then they began preparations for a real camp dinner. They first made their outdoor fireplace and then prepared the food for cooking. They had succeeded in geeting their food cooked to a taste when a crash was heard in the bushes near at hand. The boys looked and saw to their surprise a large brown bear. He came directly toward their table of food. The boys made a dash for the nearest trees and looked in horror at the bear. The bear paid no attention to the boys but commenced to eat the dinner, which the boys had carefully prepared. One of the boys, perched on one of the lower limhs, said, “I don’t believe that’s a wild bear. Tle’s got a collar around his neck and I read in the paper that a large brown bear had escaped from the circus at Wadham’s.” “Oh, boy!” said another, “let's capture him, and then we'll probably get a reward.” Fred went home and secured several ropes and four blankets. Three of the boys took ropes and getting on opposite sides of the bear they tried to drop the nooses over his head. They tried several times and finally succeeded. Then they commenced to pull. Fred took a blanket and cautiously put it over his head. Then came more blankets and ropes and the hoys tied him up tightly and put him in a box. The next day they delivered him to the circus and received five dollars each for a reward. Col M., 26 TO THE FRESHMEN Freshman, sitting at your desk Making believe you work, Really it is such a jest, For all you do is shirk. To your doting Ma and Pa, You seem very wise and fit, But to us who Juniors are, You are very far from “IT.” ANS (Cp Shy 23,

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12 THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL Office and Gray School-supply room. They were later tried by the famous Judge Whirlwind of the city and found guilty. Their names proved to be John Devereau and his brother Stephen, and Bill Luckie (quite unlucky this time, I think), all hailing from New York. They were sentenced to five years in prison and to pay a fine of five hundred dollars each, the money going to Pennell Institute Athletic Association, Doris M. Roperts. Backward, turn backward, Oh time in your flight, Give study hours off, just for one night. Give us a night we can call our own. And then we won't take it and call it a Joan. Give us a night, no matter how soon, But we'd rather it came on the full of the moon. Grant us a night. if there’s one you can find, And we'll show great respect. if you'll just be so kind. M. E. H., 25. MY SAD FATE A few summers ago, while I was at York Beach for a dav’s picnic, I had the chance to have my fortune told. It happened in this way: There were many gypsies in gay caps and dresses along the beach. I had passed their tents by the roadside. One of these gypsies came along my way, while I was standing on the board walk. She was sell- ing sweet grass baskets. She asked me to buy one. Whoever bought one of these, could have his fortune told. This persuaded me. She read my palm first, and said that I would have quite a long life, with two wives and three children to make it delightful. I was interested in this. The gypsy then took a pack of cards, and spread’them on the ground, telling me to choose thirteen of them. I did so, and gave them to her. By looking at the cards, she told the rest of my fortune. She predicted this :— “You will meet a light-haired woman who will bring you great sorrow. She will harass you in every way. Finally she will desert you. Then you will prosper in business, until you meet a dark-haired woman. You will then try for a divorce from your first wife. In the end you will be successful and free to marry the dark-haired woman. Through this marriage you will have the three children. You will become wealthy and lead a happy, domestic life after this.” After she finished the fortune, she gave me the basket. I now keep it as a souvenir of this event. The gypsy told me never to tell my fortune to anyone, if I wished it to come true. I (fearing that some of it would come true) have gladly told the preceding story. N.W.

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lt THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL JUNIORS Here's to the Juniors, And may they live long; Enjoy happy Union, In Work and in Song. M. L. P., 25, THE COLOR QUESTION Under the spreading maple trees, A trembling Freshman stands ; He hears someone approaching, And his books drop from his hand. He endeavors to muster up courage, And tries not to be seen; The reason that he does this Is because he’s so blooming green. Eart F. STEVENS, '25.