Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

Page 16 text:

22 = THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL Aunt Sally's sleeves were rolled high up on her brown arms, and she was making biscuits for supper. But, Aunt Sally.” wailed Justine, you can't. The faculty would never allow it, and besides, there is no place for you to stay in the college dormitory.” It's no use, Justine, I can't have you eating anything that new fangled man cook prepares. What do vou suppose a man knows about cooking? I am going, and that settles it!” Justine gazed at the tall, angular figure of Aunt Sally. It was impos- sible to make her understand, and Justine knew very little about college life. She had been awarded the scholarship. Her teacher had realized the unusual mind of the girl and had fitted her for her successful examinations and made a college course possible for her. For weeks the topic had been freely discussed among the neighbors, and the housewives declared it was no use to send men-folks to the store nowadays if they ever wanted to get anything. “It’s bad enough,” thought Justine, to have to register from a little country town without taking an aunt along to care for me. А hot flush colored her cheeks as she thought of the college life hazings about which she had read. But there was not much time to think during the next four days in the rush of packing, and besides, it had not been possible for Justine to move the set mind of Aunt Sally. Thus Aunt Sally and Justine stood bewildered and weary in the big noisy station of Bay City on September the third. As Justine stood, deaf to her aunt's many suggestions as to what they should do, а friendly-faced young woman approached. lor Redding's College? the stranger asked, with an amused smile on her face. Yes, murmured Justine, conscious for the first time in her life of the fit of her coat. ' Aunt Sally promptly took up the case. Yes, we are, and Justine is tired to death. Are vou the president? No, smiled the young woman as she led them to a taxi. It seemed queer to Justine that Aunt Sally would ride in a taxi, as she had never agreed to ride in an automobile back home. Aunt Sally drew a sigh of relief, though, as they stopped before a huge building. She followed the two girls and as they passed through the corridors there were titters of laughter from half-opened doors. Here is your roommate, Julie Marshall, the kind-faced woman said as she led Justine to her room. Er—er—would this lady like to be taken to a hotel?” “J guess not. I’m not going to leave Justine in the hands of strangers. I'm going to stay right with her. It was impossible to move the stubborn mind of Aunt Sally, although the dean tried to explain why it was impossible for her to stay. Finally the dean had to give in and ordered a cot to be placed in the room until they could see what could be done.

Page 15 text:

THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL 15 about the baby. Certainly Jeanne had not known. He got some lunch and afterward the young woman helped him tidy up the small kitchen. Edward thought how strange it was that she should have come here today when Jeanne was gone, and that her presence and the looks of the baby should remind him so much of the old days. Edward could not help remarking about her mild, calm way. She smiled sweetly in reply, and as she did she scemed just like Jeanne—that Jeanne of those first days. Edward told the stranger how lovely his wife had been and how the years had changed her. The young woman only smiled wisely, and said she thought he'd have his real Jeanne baek before long. When she was ready to leave Edward offered to drive his strange guest on to John lumphrey’s. She refused at first but finally yielded. When they reached the Humphrey place she insisted on getting out at the drive- wav. She made no move to go toward the house, but stood there smiling. holding the baby close. As Edward drove off he looked back several times, wondering why she stood there, so still and smiling, so like his Jeanne of years ago, The whole afternoon he sat thinking of Jeanne, wondering if he and his wife could be happy again when she came back. Пе was pr eparing his supper when he heard a car in the driveway. Then he heard voices. He opened the door and there stood his wife and John Humphrey. Jeanne said that she didn't have to stay because her aunt was much better. John went back to his car and they were alone. “Edward,” said Jeanne, I couldn't stay. 1 wanted to come back. Life isn't any too long, anyway.” “Jeanne,” he cried, “something happened today which showed me that we can have life just as happy as it was twenty years ago. It’s all because John Humphrey's niece stopped here. Oh! wait a minute—I must ask John if she got over there all right with the baby.” He opened the kitchen door and called, “Humphrey, did your niece get there all right with the baby? 1 took her over as far as the driveway but she— What? shouted John, I guess not, I was home all afternoon and I didn't see anything of her. Jeanne opened the door and said, Edward, don't say any more. That wasn't his niece but an old friend of mine. She did it to open our eyes— don't you understand ?” HortENSE CASWELL, '33. THE VICTORY Yes, I am. My mind is made up and you can't budge it an inch,” said Aunt Sally. Justine Grover gazed at her aunt perplexedly in this large kitchen of the old New England farm.

Page 17 text:

ICE RENMIPLIICOWMIBZLPQOEG 1 =» Aunt Sally lived around the college for two weeks and by that time she saw for herself it was no place for an old lady like her. Meanwhile the dean had become really attached to this set woman and had found a house just right for Aunt Sally and Justine near the college. Aunt Sally and Justine moved on Saturday and Aunt Sally busied herself in fixing up the house for Justine’s comfort. As Aunt Sally and her niece sat before the fireplace in the cosy living room a week later, Justine gave way to tears. “Why is it [ don't make friends with the girls, Aunt Sally? They are all nice enough but I am never asked anywhere. Aunt Sally comforted her the best she could and promised to see what she could do. On Justine’s birthday she invited more than thirty girls to a surprise party. At first some of the girls hesitated, but one glance at the pleading look on the stern old lady's face persuaded them. On the morning of Justine's birthday she had gone off to school feeling very glum over an argument with her aunt and when she came home at night she threw her coat and hat on the hall tree and started for her room. As she did a great shout greeted her and the girls rushed forth to wish her а happy birthday. Aunt Sally had baked her best cakes and made some delicious ice cream. Aunt Sally had told how beautiful Justine sang and the girls begged her to sing some of their college songs for them. When it was time for the girls to leave they hated to go. After this they came many times and there was hardly an evening that passed but that Justine had friends at home with her or went to some of the college affairs. Later Justine was voted the most popular girl in the college. Justine was happier than she had ever dreamed and Aunt Sally was content to pre- pare good things to cat for Justine's friends. to every one of whom she became dear Aunt Sally.” It was indeed the Victory of Aunt Sally. VioLA WINSLOW, 733. THE DEVELOPMENT OF TRANSPORTATION Transportation is dated from the beginning of time. It started when the little green insect floated across the Mississippi River on a fig leaf into the garden of Eden and took possession of the land and sea for the agri- cultural classes of Pennell Institute. These, the earliest men on earth, learned to propel themselves by use of their limbs and the powers of gravity and balance. Even Robinson Crusoe, whose great calamity forced him to do so, was obliged to consider this all-important question of transportation. His in- genuity caused him to invent the ark at the time of the great flood and to set it afloat by means of rollers and levers and so we all agree, that trans- portation started in the most primitive times. Е Transportation, like everything else, has been developed to provide the greatest amount of efficiency. А | Men started these developments by taking possession of their inferior