Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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ini r 1d eE f aa] — —— at — - T - v—— -— — g - I | ` I | S | l I ee my . . I L ne P. Pollard, R. Clark, P. Douvielle, L. Wing. P. Dunn. E. Verrill, M. White, K. Libby. Standing, left to right: Seated, left to right: CHARITY BAZAP® à j à M { 7 LT! soe ü sa ` SENTOR C Duy Sis) PLAY THREE MOSS ROSES It's all activity in the corner of the Town Hall where the ladies are preparing for the Charity Bazaar. At least, Polly is work- ing and Billy and Archie are hovering over Elaine, anxiously seeing to it that Elaine doesn't overwork: for Elaine has only to smile sweetly at a man, and he seems to go into a swoon. Pretty, independent Polly just doesn't woo the men. The men all like her. but they just don't love her. Polly and Billy tell their troubles to each other. Polly loves Archie. Dilly loves Elaine. Each decides to copy his rival's technique. It is good plan- ning but it doesn't work. The dismaying result is that Polly presently finds herself to courtly but elderly Senator Smithson, and Billy to spinsterly Lydia. The farcial mishaps that occur as Billy and Polly try to extricate themselves from their predicament; the antics of that awful pest, Gwendolyn: the reminiscing of the love-lorn Miss Lydia; the sarcastic re- marks of Mrs. Gentry: and the flattery of Senator Oliver engaged Miss the would-be ladies’ Smithson, made this play a howling success. MARTHA WHITE, 46. man, Nine

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EDITORIALS INTER-CLASS SPORTS Almost all smaller high schools have inter- school sports and tournaments. which give the boys and girls from different schools the chance to learn sportsmanship. This recrea- tion is all right for students who participate in these contests. But what about those who do not get a chance to compete? The smaller schools should have more intra-mural con- tests to give all students an equal chance to compete in extra-curricular activities and to learn the art of sportsmanship. Awards should be given to encourage everyone to participate in several inter-class contests. They need not all be along athletic lines, but could be in the form of debates, dramatics, essay writing, spelling, and such skills as best answer the needs of the par- ticular group. If there were more of these contests, I feel sure that after graduation the students would be better qualified to meet the needs of life. RoBERT SLATER. CORRESPONDENCE COURSES Students in small high schools now have an opportunity to study extra courses not offered in their schools. By Correspondence Courses, students may study such courses as Architecture, Art. Engineering, Electricity, and Radio. The pupil is enrolled by the high school and studies the course for a semester of eighteen weeks under the supervision of a teacher. The student is sent booklets and illustrated pamphlets which he studies, and sends in work at the end of each lesson. At the Correspondence School the work is cor- rected, given a rank, and sent back to the student. The high school handles all the mail that is sent in and received, and may count the course as part of the student's regular curriculum, giving him credit for the course. It is a grand opportunity which no student should overlook. Many schools in Maine have already adapted this program and we hope the stu- dents at Pennell will be able to avail them- selves of this opportunity next year. ViorA Harcu. Eigbt

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LITERARY UTOPIA, LAND OF DREAMS Station AWOL—meaning “Always Work or Loaf.” Now for our imaginary trip to Utopia. First, we pass through the rocky mountains of Sleuth Gulch where we can always find vicious monsters such as Frank- enstein, the Wolf Man, or Karloff. But let's proceed before it's too late. Next we come to Jitter-bug Avenue where all the hep cats can easily be found. The most famous of their jitterbug steps is to jump into the air and then land on the street with a bang. If you go through the street, the dance is over, but until then the show goes on. Soon we come to Girls' Paradise where males can be found easily who obey all girls' commands. All you have to do is whistle! After that we come to “Swooners’ Hall where Frank and Bing sing nightly. Stretchers are on hand and smelling salts, so you'll be taken care of in case of passing out. , Everyone has money to burn and all fami- lies have at least ten cars, all capable of flying. Houses are made of glass and equipped with private swimming pools filed with ginger ale. We end our tour by coming to the village called Little Utopia. Here everyone is clothed in silks and satins, and adorned with diamonds and gold. Children in this village go to school and spend their time dancing and going to mov- ies. The children have cars of their own. but the boys are not able to drive until they reach the age of fifteen. Girls can drive when ten years’ old. We girls get away with murder. Here we are to our journey's end. Has everybody enjoyed this trip? Station AWOL signing off. Lorraine Horr. Ten FALL BEAUTY The azure sky was splashed with chunks of fleecy white cotton. Overhead the wild geese honked their farewell to the north. 1 roamed along an old lumber road : the dry. brown leaves were crackling like burning birch logs. As I reached the top of a rise I stopped, stunned by the carefree beauty of the wild, plunging stream at my fect. Ordinarily it was slow and sluggish, but swollen recently by heavy rains it now rushed by, rebelling at the frail leaf-dams which tried vainly to hold it back from its wild rush to the sea. Hundreds of Starlings were holding their annual convention in the willow trees which lined its banks. Noticing a movement in the bushes. | stood motionless. Presently, a magnificent buck came out, cautiously raised his antlered head and sniffed the wind. Luckily the wind was in my favor. Satis- fied that all was safe, he looked back whence he had come. Immediately a nimble doe came forward. They stooped to drink the cool water without knowing I was near. Suddenly. a sleek grav, squirrel scurried up. and. seeing me standing at the foot of the huge oak in which he had made his home, started scolding me furiously. The deer im- mediately whirled and, with a flash of a white tail, bounded away into the sheltering woods. Disappointed, I suddenly realized the dusk was slowly drawing the curtains of night and that I must leave my wanderings until some future day. Reluctantly, I turned my back on the stream and started home. Far WILSON. MURDER IN THE GYMNASIUM Johnnie Williams, age seven, sat listening to the patter of rain on the roof and waited. Suddenly, in one of the rooms a window opened slowly with a faint creak. A foot, a leg, then the whole body of a man was cau-