Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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4 THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL branch of medicine, where the work is easier than in the country towns and districts, which are left to get along the best way they can. If this continues, what will be the result in a few years? What will be- come of the small, out-of-the-way country districts? What to do con- cerning this problem is the question now; a question that needs immediate attention. ———————————————SS——— The Whirlpool regrets to record that Miss Dorothy Dolloft, a talented and be- loved member of the class of 1928, passed away on June 15, 1925, after a brief ill- ness.

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THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL 3 BOOM OUR STATE During the coming year, there is to be a big drive to boom the State of Maine. Maine has all the facilities to make her the most beautiful state that there is in the Union. She has a large population of the old New England stock, although she has a few cities made up of French, and in the northern part there are some Swedes, who have made excellent ci- tizens. In the past year there has been a tremendous boom of the State of Florida. Florida has lured the peo- ple of Maine to go down there and in- vest their money in the land. Why doesn’t Maine keep them at home? She has much prettier lakes, forests, and mountains and supplies every- thing in the way of winter sports. MAINE has the power to step past Florida on the double-quick time, if she will only use it. We believe that every citizen in the State of Maine should do all that is possible to make his state the most popular one in the Union. E. E, ’27 —— 0 — WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THE OLD FASHIONED COUNTRY DOCTOR? What has happened to the old-time country doctor? What are the small country towns and districts coming to in the near future? These are two questions which many people are ask- ing today, and which concern not a few but the nation as a whole. How often in late years have you heard someone say, “Well, now that old Dr. Oy ESERIES Scrat has died, who is there to take his place out there in the coun- try with such a large and difficult territory to cover? You don’t find many doctors of the old school now- adays; doctors who are willing to go out into the country anywhere, at any time, in all kinds of weather, to at- tend any sort of a case.” Too often is that statement the truth. The question is, however, where are such physicians coming from? Is there no one taking up the medical profession at the present time? The trouble lies here: a would-be physician must first of all spend a great deal of time in training schools; that means four years in high school, four years in college, two or three years in a medical school, and finally one year as an interne in a hospital. This training is very ex- pensive, and as the greater part of the present day students haven’t the means to spend so much time in train- ing, the result is that a smaller num- ber of physicians is turned out each year. In former years a young man fin- ished high school if possible, spent a few years with some doctor, learning the profession, and then began to practice for himself. In those days a doctor was not afraid to get out and work for what little pay he might get. That isn’t saying that the doctor of today doesn’t work; but as statistics have shown in the past few years, the majority of young physicians, upon completing their medical train- ing, make a rush for the city to spe- cialize there in some particular

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THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL 5 LITERARY ° THE HAUNTED POOL Deep in the forest it lies, this haunted pool, in the center of a small, thickly-wooded dell. The dense foli- age of the massive trees nearly shut out even the sunlight from this se- cluded spot, and makes it, at night, a weird and somber rendez vous for gchosts of the past. As the moon begins to rise, its ghostly light filters through the trees. and casts mysterious shadows over everything; even the pool gleams in this light like the wicked eye of a murderer, whose mind is filled with evil designs. The ferns and rushes on its banks rustle and sway in the damp air as if moved by some unseen hand; and the branches of the trees creak and rub together as the night- wind sighs and moans about them. The frogs and lizards in the stagnant water make queer noises, magnified by the stillness; and even the ser- pents and other small animals creep- ing stealthily in the bushes seem to forebode evil. As the “witching hour of mid- night” approaches, a twig snaps, and a faint clank as of metal echoes through the forest nearby. Silently then, as if walking on air, the ghost of a lonely traveller, murdered in this very spot many years ago, appears. It proceeds slowly to the pool, bares its throat, on which an ugly scar is clearly discernible even in the dim light, and then steps into the water, and vanishes. The dell is deserted and lonely as before. This has happened every night now for many years; and, as the old le- gends say, the ghost of this lonely traveller is doomed never to rest, but to visit nightly the scene of the mur- der by the haunted pool, until the Angel Gabriel shal] call him to eter- nal rest. A. Cushing, ’25 —— 9 IMAGINARY SPEECH DELIVER- ED AT CONSTITUTIONAL CON- VENTION HELD AT FAL- MOUTH, 1819 Gentlemen of the Convention: We are gathered here today, not as members of the political parties, but as citizens of the District of Maine. We can rightly say we are the repre-