Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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brother: Johnny Nolan, always singing but out of work; Katie Nolan, the mother, who keeps the family going by scrubbing floors ; Aunt Cissy, an aunt, who had a habit of marrying too many times without getting a divorce. It is the story of Francie, Neely, Johnny. and Katie Nolan. Johnny was a drinking man always out of a Job, so Katie supporte: the family by scrubbing floors all day. The Bible and a book of Shakespeare were Fran- cie's and Neely's first readers, and when l'rancie gets older she visits the library and starts to read all the books, starting at A. Reading is her favorite pastime, for through hooks she escapes into a new world. When Francie finished grammer school she goes to work, for Johnny has died and the family necds the money. A few Francie and Neely have a baby sister. The family struggles to keep going, fighting all the way. In the end, Natie marries again, this time to a policeman, and the story closes with Francie getting ready to go out with a col- lege boy she has met, and she looks down on the tree under the fire-escape. It had been cut down and the stump burned, but it was shooting up again, starting a new life just as l'rancie, her brother and mother were. The story was pretty good, but it wasn't like the Brooklyn [ know. Viora HATCH. A THRILL OF YOUTH The heavens shone brightly as we went on our way. The skating rink wasn't too far away. Skates were dangling from our shoulders small. A good time was to be had by all. Our frost-bitten faces were as red as a beet, And we had to keep moving to thaw out our feet. Although you may hear the old folks complain, To Youth, it's the thrill of living in Maine. Lorraine Hott. THE FIRST STORM OF THE YEAR The wind blew the snow, first this way, then that. It clutched at my coat; it snatched at my hat. My breath appeared as a thin frosty cloud. The trees were covered in wintery shroud. months after. ' The snow piled in drifts, then blew off in gusts. Wind screamed in delight, then fretted and fussed. The snow on my face brought tears to my eyes. “Then why was I out? I'll answer your whys. A New England girl, in Maine born and raised, I seldom have heard a storm being praised. They say. It is ccld, it's bleak. and it's drear. But, oh! What a thrill, the first storm of tle year! Ouive HITCHCOCK. JUNIOR ALPHABET A is for Achorn, Gerry is her name. B is for Best. Which leads on to fame. C is for Cooper, Bea—after the bell. D is for Dempseys. We all think they're swell! E is for Excellence, It shall show up yet! F is for Failures, Which we never get. (?) G is for Goff, And his wolf call. WOO! H is for Hall, Holt, Hatch, And G. Humphrey, too. Es for Independence, We'll fight for our share. J. is for Joy, Where it's at, we're right there. K is for the Kick That we get from life. L is for good Luck, To keep us out of Strife. M is for Maxwell, One of our girls’ teams. N is for Nichols, Also on the beam. O is for extraOrdinary, As a class that we are. P is for Pollard. Vi's basketball star. Q is for Questions, Who? Where? What? Why? R is for Robinson, A well liked, lanky guy. T is for Thompson, Tripp and Taylor. U is for United, We're always the same. V is for Victory, It's always our aim. W is for Wilson, A pretty brunette. X is for eXperts, That's the Juniors, you bet! Y is for Youth, So gay and carefree. Z is for Zealous, What we'll always be. There’s one other H, For Hitchcock. That's me. Fifteen

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Well, that one happened to be one of these planes that dust for insects. The ‘smoke’ you saw was dust.” Lee stared at him unbelievingly. Just then a large plane zoomed over, leaving a white cloud of dust trailing out behind it. He looked at Jim, then he, too, began to laugh. Well, Tim, I guess I've still got a lot to learn, haven't I? Come on, Cinder. I guess we'd better go. By the way, Jim, call up the office and have them fix my line, will you? I'm not riding this distance again on a false alarm. Fae WILSON. THE STATUE OF LIBERTY On Bedloe Island, in Upper New York Bav, stands America’s greatest lady, greet- ing ships as they come into the harbor. A wonderful vision to home-coming travelers and immigrants coming to the Promised Land, she stands on a star-shaped base and holds her torch 300 feet in the air. If you were to climb the 350 steps to her head where 40 people can stand comfortably, vou would see the New York skyline and har- bor spread out below you. The statue was given to America in 1886 by France, and was made a National Monument in 1924 by President Coolidge. The war department. takes care of her, because it is the site of Fort Wood, an important military radio sta- tion. During the war, the torch was in dark- ness, and people were not permitted to visit the statue because of the grand sight offered by the harbor. But now, she shines again for all the world to see. Yes, she is our own Statue of Liberty! Viora Hatcu. BOOK REPORT Title and Author: “Farmer Takes a Wife” by John Gould. Facts about Author: Besides Farmer Takes a Wife, John Gould has written “Pre-natal Care for Fathers,” and New England Town Meet- ing. He also contributes regularly to the New York Times, the Baltimore Evening Sun. and the Christian Science Monitor. In addition, he is the owner of a weekly news- paper, the Lisbon Enterprise, published in Lisbon Falls, Maine. Fourfcen Summary : There is no actual plot to “Farmer Takes a Wife. It is simply the story of life on a Maine farm which serves to prove that a citv-bred girl can make good as a farmer's wife. Entirely untrained, John Gould's wife came to Maine equipped only with a will to learn and a sense of humor, but is soon able to turn out delicious pies and to manage a farmhouse in general as well as the best of them. The story keeps one chuckling with its amazing tales of various ancestors, and of the neighbors, past and present. Setting : The setting is a Maine farm in recent years. Characters : John Gould—a typical Maine farmer. Mrs Gould—John’s wife, who willingly gives up a life of ease in Boston, Mass., to live on a farm. She faces the hardships cheerfully and before long is termed as naturalized. Uncle Timothy—lovable great uncle, who lives with them, and has a strange craving for pies and more pies. His dry wit and endless stories, often exaggerated, keep everyone happy. Most Interesting Incident : The most interesting incident was Uncle Timothy's story of Samoset. the Indian who. in the olden days, showed up every year without fail for great grandfather's Thanks- giving dinner. Opinion : The story is very entertaining from begin- ning to end. However, I believe it tends to give people the false idea that all Mainc residents are backwoods farmers. PAULINE STEWART. BOOK REPORT The title is a “Tree Grows in Brooklyn. The author is Betty Smith. The author was born in Brooklyn in 1906. She has some sixty published one-act plays and six full length dramas to her credit, but this is her first novel. The story takes place in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, New York. The leading characters are Francie Nolan, an eleven-year-old girl, who ever since she was born, knew how tough it could be to grow up in Williamsburg: Neely Nolan, her

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UTOPIA The streets are smooth; Don't cut off the view. The houses, neat. Of mosquitoes and flies, The cars whiz by, There's less than a few. Upon the street. The lake is large, No accidents, No dread disease. Things you want most, Bout grow on trees. Weather's just right; Ne'er rains, only showers. The sun then comes out, And kisses the flowers. There's all you want, In all the stores; No shortages. With shores of soft sand. The sun won't burn, You only get tanned. The hills look distant, Though they're not far away. You slide and ski On a summer day. Such is Utopia, Land of my dreams. But, is it as grand ° As it really scems? There are no wars! : UON For what do they live? Rationing s unknown, Q For what do they hope: No need of that. ' y They have no problems With which to cope. Of unending pleasures, Don't they grow weary? An aimless life Must be quite dreary, Yes, this is Utopia, The ideal land. But I ask you again, “Is it so grand?” Some say it is, Eat what you want, And ne'er get fat. School's out-of-doors, When weather is fair, While we relax in An oer stuffed chair. We have our lessons, One session, that's all; Then the time's ours, To dance or play ball. Our bathing-suit’s ready; š The ete warm. 20 sonit sree Ia) Ts seeldom But En glad I live E maa ian der eigen In “The Land of the Free. The shade trees around, O. H. TA la] [e | QE mI Sixteen