Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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12 THE PENNELL know that detective Jim had solved the mystery of the footprint ?’’ Mrs. N. (Coldly): ‘‘l think you have made a mistake. Mr. Stone here has the honor of solving the mystery of the footprint. He has proved con- elusively to my mind that the footprint was made by a bear.”’ Mr. Flich: ‘‘I d on’t think you know what I mean. I mean that detective Jim solved the mystery of the footprints found on the sand, down by the beach.’’ Mis. N.: same thing. Mr. Flieh: ‘‘Then you must be mis- taken about Mr. Stone and the bear. Jim was hired to run down the mur- derer O’Conner.”’ Eva: ‘‘Not the Irishman, ner?”’ Mr. Flich: ‘‘Yes, I mean the Irish- man. Jim believed that his man had come to this part of the State. There- fore he came here incognito. Jim ar- rived here a little sooner than O'Con- ner and was very disappointed when he found that his man was not here. He thought it best to wait for his man a few days, however, and one day he did come as expected. When Miss Nelson found the footprint, he did not seem to take much notice but he did “T am talking about the ”? O’Con- some investigating by himself last night. He found that O’Conner had swum across the lake from Newsburg. Whien he set foot on shore, he was weak from his swim and staggered enough to make the footprint on the sand. Ie thought that he had left his pursuers behind by swimming the lake and did not try to hide his tracks on the way to the woods. Jim and the County WHIRLPOOL Sheriff followed him to a eave about three miles back in the woods. O ’Con- ner was asleep when they got to the cave, but he soon realized that the Cops were after him. He fought all the way back as could be seen by the rents in his bear skin jacket and the torn clothes of Jim and the Sheriff.’’ Eva (throwing herself into Jim's arms and kissing him): ° Oh, Jim, what if he had killed you?) What made you face such danger?”’ Mrs. N.: ‘‘What an outrage. Ihva, go to your room immediately.’’ Kiva (stoutly): ‘‘Can’t I kiss my own husband without it being an out- rage?’’ Mrs. N.: ‘SW’? W’ What, your hus- band?” Eva: ‘Yes, Jim and I were married in Newsburg yesterday.’’ (Mrs. Nelson falls back in a faint). John (springing up and taking Jim's hand in both of his): ‘ Congratula- tions, old man. Long live the Bel- dins.’’ Curtain Carroll Foster, 1929 A VIRGIL RECITATION It was a cold bleak day in the mid- dle of January. The snow came down in thick blankets which encompassed everything. The windows in the audi- torium rattled to such an extent that people talking a short distanee apart could understand one another only by watching the lips. The wind howled and whistled around the corners mak- ing as much noise as a saxaphone blown at full blast.

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THE PRNNELL Mrs. N.: ‘Did you try to track this strange creature?’’ John: ‘‘No, you see Miss Nelson had to return to the hotel early, and since then I have had no time.’’ Mrs. N.: ‘‘Are you at liberty now ?”’ John: ‘‘Why-er-er-yes. Why?” Mrs. N.: ‘Suppose you track him now ?’’ John: ‘ But the footprints are probably destroyed by now.”’ Mrs. N.: t I half believe you are afraid.’’ John: ‘ No-No I assure you, I am not afraid.’’ Mrs. N.: ‘ Prove that you are not afraid by following the tracks.’’ John: ‘‘1°ll try.’’ Iéxit John. Curtain Seene IL Place: The same. Time: The next morning. Enter Jim. He sits down in a chair in the corner of the room and picks up a magazine. Enter Myrs. Nelson and John. They sit down facing each other without noticing Jim. Mrs. N.: ‘'Did you follow those strange footprints?”’ John. ‘‘Yes I—’’ Mrs. N.: ‘‘And you found—’’ John: ‘Nothing but—’’ Mrs. N.: ‘‘You found absolutely nothing? How far did you follow the tracks?”’ John: ‘‘I followed them until they stopped.’’ Mrs. N.: ‘‘ Where did they stop?”’ John: ‘‘I followed them to a eave back in the woods about three miles. WHIRLPOOL 11 The tracks went toward the cave but the entrance and floor of the eave were a ledge and I could not tell in which direction they went. Nothing was in the cave. On second thought I think it might have been a bear because I saw some fur hanging to a pointed rock at the entrance of the cave. He might have torn it from him while going into the eave. Furthermore, as you must know, the footprint of a bear much resemble the footprint of a human being. Mrs. N.: ‘ I congratulate you, my boy. You have done a wonderful piece of work and solved a deep mys- tery. I sincerely hope that Eva will reward you.’’ John (depreeiatively): ‘‘It is just an idea and may not be right, you know.’’ Mrs. N.: ‘SOF course you are right. I will go and tell Eva that her wild man was only a bear. Exit Mrs. Nelson. John picks up a paper. Enter Mrs. Nelson and Eva. Eva sees Jim reading a paper and runs up to him. Eva: ‘‘Oh, Jim, Mr. Flich tells me you are a detective. You knew from the first that it was a bear, didn’t you? IT am sorry I—”’ Enter Mr. Flich. He goes quickly up to Jim and grabs his hand. Mr. Flich: ‘‘Congratulations, old man, th at was good work. He sure was a tough looking customer.”’ Mrs. N. (to Jim): ‘‘ What are the congratulations for? Oh I see. Who is she?”’ Mr. Flieh: ‘‘T don’t know = any- thing about any she’s, but didn’t you

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THE PENNELL Mr. E—, a Virgil student was trans- lating during the storm a passage that told of Aeneas’ leaving Carthage. Mr. E—started, ‘‘Aeneas’’, but was drowned by the shrieking of blinds. K-ee-e, bang! they went. “Start again, Mr. E—,’’ his teacher requested. “Aeneas,’’? began Mr. H—patiently. Shake, rattle, whee, went the wind around the window. Certainly the gods were angry with Aeneas or someone else, for only “ Aeveas’’ was heard over the din of the squeaking, squawking, squealing blinds and the hubbubs of the howling wind and snow, Marion G. Hawkes, 1938. FRENCH DEPARTMENT LE SYMBOLE DE FAMILLE Pierre etait un petit garcvon francais qui etait affige depius sa naissance d'une maladie de la moelle epiniere. Il habitait avee sa mere a Paris un petit logement mal aere. Comme la mere de Pierre etait veuve, leur revenu unique provenait du blanchissage qu’ elle faisait. Un joir ou il etait assis avec sa mere au seuil de leur porte, une Americaine le remarqua et s’arretant elle demanda: Pourquoi ne jones tu pas comme les autres enfants? La mere de Pierre fit l’explieation qu’elle avait deja faite a beaucoup a’ autres personnes. Quel dommage qn’il n’ait moyens d’aller en Amerique. medecins la pourraient le guerir, dit la dame. Apres cette pas de Ses remarque la mere de WITIRLPOOTL: 13 Pierre se mit a reflechir profondement. Que pourrait-elle faire afin d’ acquerir de l’argent pour Pierre. Comme elle’ songeait, elle souvenu des jours d’autrefois, de son jour des noces, et du cadeau que son mari lui avait fait, un collier de corail inestimable. C’est un embleme de famile, lui avait-il dit, et il ne fait jamais t’en defaire.’’ Le pere s‘etait brouille avee sa famille a eause de quelgue eseapade de jeune homme et ils s‘etaient separes. Peutetre le collier servirait-il a unir Pierre a ses parents apres la mort de son pere. Pourquoi ne pas vendre ee collier afin d’ obtenm de l’argent pour l’oper- ation de Pierre? Elle ne voulait pas le faire mais il s‘agissait de la sante de son enfant. Bien entendu ea rendrait espoir de jamais trouver les parents de son mari, mais ce ne lui ferait rien si seulement Pierre pouvait se retablir. On fit les preparatifs et Pierre et sa mere vinrent en Amerique. Pierre subit l’operation et il entrait en convaleseence quand sa mere raconta an medecein l'histoire de collier de corail. s‘est nul tout Comment s’appelait votre mari? demanda le medecin. David Davenon, repondit-elle. ‘ C’etait mon plus jeune frere et Pierre est done mon neveu, s’ecria le medecin joyeusement. Comme cela le collier reussit viraiment a unir Pierre a ses parents. Pierre et sa mere demeurent a New York et ce sera toujours pour Pierre et sa mere un objet sacre. Georgia Young