Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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THE WHIRLPOOL 15 Jones every Tuesday night and I reading to his mother. We did this to get money enough to give mother a birthday present. We asked the principal and he gave us permission.” (There. we've let the cat out of the bag, but her curiosity is satisfied. If we didn't tell the truth we might have got into trouble.) “Er—why, I—er—I, that is—l'm sorry but you see I didn’t under- stand. (Oh. why did [| ever come?) That's all right this time, Mrs. Benson, but I think I am capable of taking care of my own children. (That ought to set good with her.) I must be going. Good-bye.” (My, I am glad to get away from there. I guess 1 won't meddle with their affairs again.) “That which is everybody's business is nobody's business. VIOLA WiNsLow, 33. IMAGINE THIS WORLD WITHOUT SUNLIGHT! To prove to you what would happen if this world was suddenly with- out sunlight, | will describe a recent dream. It is now 1950! I have planned to make my first trial flight in my airplane “The Bartonia,” as airplanes are all the vogue this year. I arise, look out of my window: it is dark outside! | know it is time for the sun to be shining, but where is it? At last, after making inquiries. I discover that the sun will shine no more. I, as well as the rest of the world, upon hearing this terrible fact, realize that we will not be able to live much longer in this now sunless world. Why? Because, without sunlight. our foods cannot be raised: we shall have no heat from the sun's rays, which means that the earth will soon hecome a solid mass of ice. No manufac- turing can be done because of the lack of the sun's energy. We shall have no time because this is determined by the sun. Soon everything would no longer exist because the existence and work of the world depends entirely on our sun. Even if 1950 is the age of airplanes, what good are they now? My hopes and plans are lost because our sun exists no longer. What a dream! I awoke with the good old sunlight shining directly in my face. PHYLLIS V. BARTON, '34. INDIA I wish to leave with vou the need today for a broader vision of life— that true Americanism is internationalism.” These words came from the Reverend Joseph Moulton, whom the faculty and students of Pennell Institute had the pleasure of hearing on January 25.

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14 THE WHIRLPOOL moment?“ (I'll go and prepare mother so she will know what to expect.) “Surely. I won't detain her long.“ (Well, at last she's ропе. What is this younger generation coming to? She had on far too much rouge and lipstick and her dress was giddy. My! look at the dust on the table. Oh, here comes her mother now. It's about time.) “How do you do, Mrs. Benson. Gladys said you were here. I'm so sorry I was out.“ (What in the world is she doing here?) Ah, yes. I have been waiting quite some time.“ (Some time! It seems like hours.) That's too bad.” (Oh, why doesn't she say what she came for so I can get supper ready ?) “Ahem, Mrs. Dean, І came to tell you about your daughter and son. (She'll certainly thank me for telling her.) Indeed? Have they offended you in any way? (My land, what could they have done? Nothing bad, I hope.) “Oh, по, but I feel it my duty to inform you that your son and daughter have been disobeving the study hour laws of Pennell Institute. 1 thought you should be notified and I seemed the only one to do it. ( There! that's out with. Guess that will take her down a peg or two.) Why, why, Mrs. Denson. This is such a surprise. (I must not let her know I don't know it. Oh, what did I say that for?) Well, I have proof: I have seen them with my own eves. Of course vou know that that means expulsion. (She can't pull any wool over my eyes.) “I shall call Gladys and Harold in here and see what they have to say.” (I do hope they can explain themselves.) Gladys and HTarold, come here a moment. “Yes, mother, did you call us?“ (What's that lady eyeing us for?) “Mrs. Benson says vou have been breaking study hours. You know this means expulsion from school. “Perhaps Mrs. Benson will tell us where and when and at what time she saw us. (Why do some people have to make trouble all the time? She'll feel funny when we explain.) “I have seen you going by my house at eight o'clock every Tuesday night for three or four weeks.” (I wish that boy and girl would stop look- ing at me. They make me nervous. I do wish I hadn't mentioned it now.) “Well, here's the story.’ (Although I don't see why it’s any of her business. ) р à “Harold and I have been working; Harold running errands for Mr. — M —À

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16 THE WHIRLPOOL — Mr. Moulton, a graduate of Bates College, is a missionary home on a furlough from India after fourteen years of service in the western part of that country. Seldom has one the chance to listen to a man of appealing personality who is intensely interested in India. For one hour he talked with us, not as à lecturer, but as a man telling of his work. Пе told us of the great divisions that kept India from being a united whole. While one-fifth of the population of the world, or 352 million people, inhabit India, there is a vast separation between these people, resembling that between the negro and the white in our own country. Of these people 250 million are Hindus, 75 million are Mohammedans, 5 or 6 milion are Christians, and the others belong to some minor religious groups. Together with all this, there is the appalling number of dialects used in India amounting to 220 different vernaculars. However, as Mr. Moulton said, the greatest problem is the social one, or that of the caste system: for India has a class division—the Brahms or religious leaders, the Chatres or warrior class, the Dais or farmers and merchants, and lastly, the Sudras. who are the untouchables or outcasts. Those who were so unfor- tunate as to be born as outcast are treated with even less concern than cattle. We were privileged to have our friend narrate at great length about Mahatma Gandhi, and his work in trying to break down the caste system and also win complete independence from Great Britain. Mr. Moulton said, “I truly believe that the greatest personality in this world today is Mahatma Gandhi; and when the history of this day is written, India shall he the most important issue in this notable era.“ Mahatma Gandhi's great influ- ence over the people of India is such, we were told, that they loved him enough to break and disregard the strictest laws of the caste system, laws that have gathered the venerable dust of two centuries. In closing. he told us how close we are to the people of India, and how they are watching the manner in which we and the rest of the world are solving our problems. The need of the world for more internationalism was stressed. After the close of this most interesting talk, which had engaged our fullest attention, we were further delighted and entertained by a period devoted to questions. This was admirably begun by our speaker, who chanted an Indian song in dialect while swaying his body and clapping his hands in time to the song after the fashion of the native children in school. This period brought out many interesting facts about life in India, both in school and outside. EU. When Mr. Moulton left we could see the mud villages on the flat land beneath the burning heat of the sun; the men toiling in the fields with