Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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12 THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL TRANSLATION Carmen 9, Liber 1, Horace: “Steep Soracte glistens with snow, Her forests groan under their load; Thick ice checks the swift rivers’ flow Stars gleam from their lofty abode. Away with thy dread and thy gloom Push another huge log on the fire. Let’s make this cozy old room Resound with sweet strains of the lyre! Bring out your pure Sabine wine Four years have mellowed it well. With our songs let us praise the fair vine Thanks to Bacchus we'll joyfully tell. The same God will care for our needs, Who orders the winds to be still, Whose bidding the dark cyprus heeds, And the mountain ash bends to his will. Fear not what the future may bring Perhaps it may be for our gain. Today we can laugh, dance, and sing, The morrow’ll have sun besides rain. Brave lovers we should not despise, As long as old age keeps aloof, The dance we need not criticise In the joy and the freedom of youth. W. Libby, ’25

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THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL it As they were leaving she assured them that she was going to have the time of her life. After they had gone, Carrie went down-stairs to do t’1e dishes, for she dearly loved housekeeping, but her mother had never allowed her to do much work because she wanted her to be attractive to all would-be hub- bies. She sang as she worked and her heavy auburn braids fell down her back. She put the kettle on to make herself a cup of tea. Suddenly she heard a knock at the door. Knock, kno ck, knock. After she had recovered from her surprise she opened the door. A man stood on the kitchen steps. He told her that the town had chang- ed so that he couldn’t find his way, that he had seen her light, and had come to inquire of his whereabouts. She asked him in, out of the cold. By this time she recognized who he was. He said he had never seen so many black houses. She told him that every mother, aunt, sister, daughter and cousin were at the ball to welcome the prince; continuing, she said she hated a dance and that she had rather stay at home and work in the kitchen. Carrie smiled: to herself as she of- fered the stranger a cup of tea; wouldn’t the other girls be jealous if they knew! The stranger and Carrie soon became very intimate. He told her about his cabin where he had been living, doing his own cooking, about the beautiful sunsets and the silent nights. When he had finished she told him that she loved that sort of thing, or anything that pertained to out-door life. She asked him if he intended to stay long at the village. He told her that he had intended to go back as soon as possible for the wilds were calling him already. His face was grave now. “I knew when I first saw you to- night that you were the woman I had come home to. The one I’d been dreaming of and waiting for all these years.” Carrie was too happy to speak. At length, however, she said, “I’m the first girl you’ve seen, and maybe when you see others, you'll forget all about me.”’ At this he said, “Thank God, there - is one old-fashioned girl left for me. I’m going back as soon as I settle some business here.” “Are you going to let me go back alone?” he pleaded.- When she turned her face up to his, she was truly beautiful. M. E. C., ’26

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THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL THIRTY-SEVENTH ANNUAL GCominencement Pennell Institute, Gray Maine Stimson Memorial Hall June 5, 1925 Class Motto (Aim High and Hold your Aim) Class Colors (Crimson and White) Music Invocation, Rev. A. W. Brown Salutatory, Warren Hunt Libby Essay, Lena Maybelle Allen Class History, Isabelle Kathryn Sawyer Essay—The Art of Aerial Navigation, Lawrence Wilbert Whitney : Music Essay—Lafayette National Park, Howard Lawrence Humphrey Oration—The War Against Prejudice, Frank Loring McConkey Music Essay—Gene Stratton Porter, Annie Winchester Frank Class Prophecy, Ina Mahala Severy Maynard Brown Colley : Music Essay—Crosswords of Today, Marion Louise Pollard Presentation of Gifts, Mary Etta Higgins Chester Leroy Morrill Class Will, Earle Freeman Stevens Valedictory, Charles Nelson Winslow Music Presentation of Diplomas Benediction, Rev. A. W. Brown 13