Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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FISHERMaAN'S LUCK Ernest wont a fishing As you oan plainly sco; But yhon ho pulied a fishy in, It londcd in a troo. Ernost caught a fish And hung it in a treo; Yo loolzod about in sad dismay and sishod aloud, “Oh mo! How to gst his fishy down Rrnost could not sco, Until he cid ronember That ho could climd a troo. Ho quickly shimniod up a branch And graboec his fishy tight, Ho thor rm hono as in a tranco And hed it fricd that night, -- David Kupelian, '38. FRESH EN NAS Lervin throws spitballs, Clydo squecks his scat Kay Ju'dan just smilos, find Francos looks ncat. Horvin onco said, Do you svo somuthing groon? And now in our Civics Ho's no longor seone Sid says to Kay Will you marry mo? I svecs not todey, Sho says, as swoct cs can be. Graco writes no notcs And I ansyver thom cuick If wo over got caught, Fo'd ncarly turn sick. liirion is littlo And Urban is big, I wondor how thoy'd look Dancing in o jig. Bill »lays on the banjo Will his violin And Vialtor Hinds pleys On o horn mado of tin Froda can tap danco With all hor young small might And I guess Bobby thinks It's a real protty sighte Jemos ixwoll is forovor A littlo bit lato Yos, ho gots always horo About tvo after cight. Irving and Earcld Whisvor, giggle sad fool Evon though thoy must know It's against ifiss Frost's rulo. Ray Winslow and Jim Colloy fro quiot as mico Milidrod Hayes and Arvilla Are always so nicc. Everett blovrs on th buglo While Donald sings svect refrains, And after listoning to this We'ro nover oxactiy tho samce I gucss that this ends Our rews for to-dacy; I kave ne more tino jind no nore to snye -Polly Knudson, '39 IT'S QUEER HG¥ POETS iIAKE WORDS RAYME It's quoer how poots make words rhymo, Byeusine “ring? instoad of “chime”, Or sonctines it's quite the other thing, . By having bells chime instcac of ring Sonctinos to obtain rythn oud meter ZLhey make words rhymo likc “swector , And, too, in quite mothor way They uso obsolete words liko aye and. “ray Ai Thon, too, somo poots (liko Ogdon Nash) Como down upon us with an awful crash Their oxprossivo powers bocomo groator ’ ; and groator e By using Latin li o mator ond pator . Not that I foar to say a tonguo-twistor, But that I foar cach Mrs. and Ifistor Will teko a tip from this littlo odet And, with an oir riflo, plink each rotton poocte --Anthony Baton, '38

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A Jw Ja Iu ies] I Im Ia JUNIOR ALEH BET is for oll of us Juniors we arc After we gradius.to Wo will climb far. is for Binnoy Shots 11 full of) pen Pia yeu soc wiewecch hor Youhll have to. sixob. isifor Volley. The Newsboy, you know, if no plays nis cards right Hetil be scmobods s bocnu. is for dollics Tho Junicrs chicf joy Somo drossced for a girl And soiuc fora boy. is for Earlo And for Earia, too, Ho :ackes tho talk But hor words aro fowe is for fane And acd also for Fostor We'ro glad that sho cane But sad if we lost hor. is for goocness Of vhich wo all nood If wo hed more, our tocachors'd Bo thankful, indcod! is for handsomo ind wo all aro that Though trill, short cr freckled Thoro's nono of us fate is for ijnorcnco i. thing we must shun Vio must study our books Though we nisslots of fun. is for Jurnnotto Your most humblo poct Sho's a grost hand for rhyming But no ono would know it. is for Kimball Ho's caroful ond kind find ho comes to Pennoll To cultivato his mind. L is for loyelty ¥ro will ever bo truc Yo tho class of °37 And tho whito and the blue hi is for Marjoric ™ The baby of our class No one ever hes e doubt That she is going to pcsse Nois for novws Phich wo all try to gethor Our intorcest's tho saac Wwe aro birds of a foethor . O- is: for Owl Wo will copy this bird Tho less noiso ho mado Tho more things ho heard. P is for Pousland And for tho namo of our school Though she kccps things a-moving Sho's nobody's foole Q is for quict 4 rare sort of thing But soncthirg they cravo Vihon wo start to singe R is for routine ™ To which wo must conforn find if wo fail to do it : Thoro's apt to bo a storn. S is for sunshine Wo nood it just to grow Wo learned it in Economics For tho tcacher told us so! stig is for toacher Both in school and out Things with which we come in contact Toned us what it's all c.bout! Uis for unity Another word for toamwork Hop into tho coller and cut out o11 the droeamwork. V is for Vorrill 4 vorsatilo lass Sho broaks up the monotony And pops up tho class, Wis for willing For that's what wo havo to be 4nd I an moro than willing To ond with X, Y, Z. --Joonotto Harmon, '37

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RELSOR (With anologies to Shokesveare) The quality of reason is not strained It droppoeth as a great firm hand of order Upon the place benenth it: it is tvricu liked is liked by him that gives, and hin that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the schoolroou, it vecomes i. diplomatic ruler better thon a rod Its sceptre shovrs the force of reasoning powers an attributa to faith and lovalty Wherein doth sit tho dread and fear of the wnruly For Pennell is obove the unwise way It is onthroned in the hearts of teachers It is an attribute to itinerva hersolf fn earthly power deth thor show likest hers Yhen roason seasons justice. --Jeanette Harmon, '37 Do you wonder I am downcast? I am foeble, old and groy My children are all grovm up And hove both gone far avayo I like to wonder back To tho time when I was young Of on evoning by the fireplace Whore the songs were nightly simg. I would often tell a story To the children on my knee But Jonnny went to war And Charlie went to sea. Aad now that I have told you Youtll not wonder vhy I'm drear For I have weitod patiently For many a weary yearo For I want to see my children And to clasp thom by the hmd For I want to stay thore evor And to join their angei band. -- Jeanette Harmon '37 LOST FRIEND Throughout the years she'd lived there Vo built a friendly line, A narrow curving pathway From her back door to mine Sometimes she'd leave hor cooking To come and sew with me; And once I went to borrow Her favorite recipe. She brought me seeds in spring To start a flower beds: And ofton ofter baking I'd take her ginger broad. I miss her lovely footsteps And wonder since she's gone, If my new next-door noighbor Will want a pathless lawn. -Estelle Lawronce.