Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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five-story building. The shadows cast by cruel hot tongues of flame contorted the fea- tures of the staring, fascinated multitude as they watched. Not far off a woman screamed ; and then broke into hysterical sobbing as her husband left her to join the hurrying, shouting men. A shower of sparks arose and became dim as the roof timbers started to give way. Suddenly one of the firemen dashed up the steps of the house, ignoring hands out- stretched to stop him — voices, urgent and pleading, shouting that it was too late, he would be killed. Without hesitation, he went into the house. Smoke, thick and black, bil- lowed forth from the windows. Suspense held each one in its icy grip. Wind whipped the smoke around in circles and bore it down. The rain slashed at the flames, but it seemed only to make them burn fiercer, А shudder arose from the crowd as the last timber gave away and the roof crashed into the depths of the blazing in- ferno, The shudder changed to a gasp of surprise, as the young fireman staggered from the blazing building with a large bag over his shoulder. Passing the bag to one of the others, he let himself be guided away from the hustling scene. Opening the bag the fireman brought out a small fox terrier. A small boy dashed to the pupny's side and started petting him. A ring- ing cheer arose from the crowd for a fireman who would risk his life to save a dog's life and make a little boy happy. OLIvE HITCHCOCK. JOY IS WHERE YOU FIND IT Everyone has heard someone else say that Mr. “So and So had a lot of money ; but he wasn't happy because he was a miser, and he never bought any luxuries. I don't agree with this! That man is probably happier be- ing a miser than you or Г are spending money on amusements. PENNELL INSTITUTE =-= m Different people have different tastes. Did you ever see a person crying over a sad scene in a movie? I have talked with people who do this, and they say that crying in movies makes them happy. I once heard someone, talking about me, say, “Не can't be very happy because he is always too serious.” They didn't realize that I can get more joy out of life by being seri- ous than by being “full of the devil.” It is the fact that everyone has some pecu- liar tastes that makes this world such an in- teresting place in which to live. If everyone enjoyed the same things, the earth would he a very dull place. So, before you criticize a person, stop and realize that he may have some tastes completely different from your own. ROBERT SLATER. “BEING A FEMALE MYSELF—” Having carefully read the article, “Utopia, Feminine Model,” I laid down my worn and thumbed copy of Readers Digest and laughed scornfully at the author’s imagina- tion. He had certainly let it run away with him this time! I, being a female myself and thus feeling qualifed to know, decided that either Billy Rose had somehow acquired a warped idea of womanhood or else he just felt like writing a lot of breezy sentences. Whatever the case, I was filled with right- eous indignation and a grim determination to defend our fair sex. I shall proceed to do so here. In the first place, if we girls were allowed, to run the world our way, we most certainly wouldn't have colored buildings, of course. ( However, if we did we'd have some bright colors like red or purple to suit the temper- mental ones, not just pastel shades.) As for our having common air replaced by Chanel No. 3 —that is ridiculous. Do you think we'd make ourselves ill just for th» sake of being surrounded by a sweet aroma? Nope! (Besides—it would cost too much.) Fifteen

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THE “KAYAKING” Kayak—an Eskimo canoe ; usually of seal- skins and completely decked, the covering heing laced about the paddler. I shall never forgive Mr. Webster for that definition. But, then again, maybe he never tried to paddle one of those banana- shaped eggshells he refers to when he talks of kayaks. I accomplished the task. (period) It took me two weeks, several duckings, and a little million blisters. Oh, it's not that I hold anything against kayaks. In fact, Oswald (that's the kayak’s name), was a very pretty, well behaved kayak, if he happened to take a liking to you. Oswald and I got along fine the first day or two. The two of us would glide over the water, Oswald's beautiful baby blue skin shining, and his maple stained paddles slip- ping in and out of the water while I received a beautiful sun tan. But the third day. Oswald was cross. He didn't feel like riding so — Oswald capsized and I found myself looking at the lake bottom instead of the sky. Oswald went drifting along and lodged him- self on a rock, just out of spite. while I swam for shore. The fourth day. I decided not to go out as it was raining “cats and dogs. The fifth day, I went kayaking again, this time going way across the lake and back with no accidents. But oh! When once more on dry land — I have never before seen such beautiful blis- ters as I had on my hands. Well, I finally learned how to handle a kavak but it took a lot of courage. Sneaking of courage — the most courageous thing Oswald and I did this summer was to go over in front of the boys' camp and throw the paddles away. We had three counselors all about nineteen years of age help us home. Oswald enjoyed that so much! BARBARA NICHOLS. LET'S FACE IT In a college in the midwestern section of our country not long ago, as two American Fourteen DO O M == boys were walking across the campus, they met a Chinese boy, who was their classmate. Stopping him, one of the boys asked the Chinese student a guestion which had been puzzling him for some time. “Is it true that people in China eat birds’ nests?” The Chinese boy smiled and went on to explain how many things tend to make misunder- standings among countries and races. He concluded by saying, “My parents would be surprised if I were to write and tell them that Americans eat ‘hot dogs.” It is the little things such as this that have caused a great many of the problems of race prejudice. Economic differences also have a great deal to do with prejudices. Before the Civil War, in the South, about thirty per cent of the population had imported slaves work- ing for them. That was all right for the people who had plenty of money : but for the other seventy per cent, it didn’t work out quite so well: for the negroes were employed in the places where the whites might have worked, Hence, part of the prejudice against negroes. In many orders and clubs in this country negroes and Jews are not allowed: and yet we call this a free country in which everyone has a chance for advancement. Ts this what we mean when we say, “One nation, indi- visible, with liberty and justice. for all?” What do those words mean to us? Until everyone of us comes to realize that God created everyone equal. and acts accord- ingly, the problems of peace, and freedom, and justice will never be completely and sat- isfactorily solved. ERMINIE CRANDALL. “A HERO” Bright lights flashed in front of me. Men. excited and tense, hurried back and forth, shouting to be heard above the wind and rain. Regardless of the storm, the shouting, the mutterings and growling of a large crowd of people, it seemed deathly quiet all of a sud- den. Every eye was glued to the top of the MI LLL чт iue a

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THE WHIRLPOOL - 7 = z Also, the idea of having “Toujours L'Amour” singing from lamp-post-loud- speakers is plain goofy.. (What about the gals who have never taken high school French?) And gee, doesn’t that policeman on his gold pedestal sound like a little sissy! My goodness, we are girls, after all, and we would want them all to look masculine, nat- urally. (In fact, we'd probably have them dressed in Tarzan outfits.) We wouldn't have a “Grand Central Pow- der Room” in every city, either. (No, we'd leave Grand Central to the trains and be per- fectly satisfied with one small powder room to every six blocks.) Mr. Rose makes us all sound like jealous cats when he says we wouldn't vote for each other for the Presidency, which is hardly a true statement. (Anyway, if that were the case, the logical and simple solution would be to make the men vote for women alone and exclude the ladies' votes altogether.) He seems to think that we'd have paper money changed into denominations of $.98. $4.98, and $9.98; no doubt he refers to our affinity for Bargain Sales. How much sim- pler it would be to set a rule that all sales shall amount to whole figures! (However, there wouldn't be much sense in doing either, for then we wouldn't have the satisfaction of getting the two cents back.) I could go further but I believe I've proved my point that we girls aren't as frivolous as he makes us out to be. Well, Mr. Rose, no doubt you started out with all good intentions but surely you must see now how silly and futile it all was, don't А ? уои: PAULINE STEWART. THE GREATEST WONDER OF THEM ALL No tour of Paris is complete without a visit to the Eiffel Tower, or to London with- out going to the Westminster Abbey. But Sixteen the greatest wonder of them all is the Empire State Building which stands 1,250 feet above the city of New York. It is located at the West side of ІЛЕ Ave- nue between 34th and 33rd Streets and covers about two acres. It has two observatories, the first one at the 86th floor, with a lounge, writing room, soda fountain, tea room, and cocktail bar. The second one is at the 10?nd floor, 1,250 feet above the streets. Looking down, the people look like busy ants hurrying back and forth and the cars and busses look like tiny fat bugs. Every known country of the world has been represented in the many millions who have visited the Empire State, since it was opened on May Ist, 1931. It is a sight no one should miss when visit- ing New York. Утог.А HATCH. DUTY The great Irish humorist, Oscar Wilde, once said, “Duty is what we expect from others.” This is very true of most of us. How many of us live up to the ideals which we expect to sec in others? Very few of us, I'm afraid. We can look around us and con- demn our neighbors, but if we take a few minutes to analyze ourselves we will find ourselves often making the same mistakes. Most of us could write a book of rules for others to live up to, but, I wonder how many of us could live up to them ourselves. It seems so easy to tell others what to do but so hard to practice what we preach. It would be a much better world if instead of expect- ing duty we said, Duty is what we owe to others.” FAE WILSON.