Porter High School - Outlook Yearbook (Kezar Falls, ME)

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may seem fantastic, but so help me, it is true. Some of those bear tracks were three feet in diameter. 1 Just about now, any erdinmy' man would have turned back but as'I was a stalwart young brave and afraid of nothing that breathes, I ventured on,- dig- ging dandelion greens along the way. I 1' I trailed those bears' for about six hours and just as I was feeling discouraged, I hand a noise. Looking up, I beheld the noble clan of bears descends ing upon me at' a rapid rate. For a moment I was dumbfounded, but gathering my wits, fl tried to conceive a plan whereby I could escape without being hurt and still get the bounty.' ' ' Just then I thought of my bear skin coat and being at my wits end as to what to do, ,I pulled the coat over my headand dropped down on all fours and began to sniff around like an ordinary bear. In about two seconds' the pack was upon mc. I thought my end had come, but being such an actor I soon fbund that If had fooled the whole E bunch .fitto thinking I was a bear. After sniffing me-over they concluded I was sortcmxseeona cousin been Soon they began lookingf for worms and herbs to eat. Het wanting to make them suspicious I, too, began finding worms and herbs and eating them. This was much to my liking. as I had not yet had any dinner. After eat- ing my fill I lay down,1w think of a scheme by which I could kill the whole tribe. Immediately, I hit upon a plan. I crawled out of sight of the bears and cut enough trees to build a stockadeenbund them, leaving only a small open- ing large enough for .one bear at a time to come through.I I took off my bearskin coat, and placing myself beside the opening I uttered a piercing p howl. 'The bears,1 curious to knew what the noise was, rushed out of the opening, one at, a time, and as they came out' I carefully hauled off and smow each one a deadly sock on the back of the neck, killing him instantly. It took about three hours to do away with them all, but at last 'it'was done and I hurried tenths village, tot get my five dollars. ' . , I I received the five dollars and still am undecidcdi as, to what I shall de.with it. I think I shall get married or buy' my- self a model T Ford. Can't tell vets. g y , j 5 XJ 'LJ I ':g,.f'Ifz i f f'X1Xl 'm?V Jgrd .lv 'Dull Eaytne Ridlen '40 Martha sighed as she en- tered her small, dingy apart- ment where she and her devoted mother lived.. Another' day.had passedh and still she had .no work. There were 'only a' few more dollars left from, her father's insurance.', She must obtain some sort of work, 'and find it soon. N' H' Hls that you Martha?U asked her mother, as she opened the door. , ' A WYes, 'mums',n she replied, Hsupper ready?P UAlmost,dear. Any luck this dfternoonfn YNO, I went to the factory, but there was absolutely noth- ing deihg.H Uwell, child, there's al- ways tomorrow. Who can tell?H 'Oh! but Mother, we must have money to live, somehew,U sighed the tired girl. hThereJ therel' Letfs not think of it ,anymore tonight.I Come, let's have our supper.n

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, x I ,mamma same mea CIBCDCDUDIQBWUE Lucille Hussey '40 , On a small cot with snow white covers lay a little boy. His thin pale face and his blue- white hands, told plainly the story of long sickness. A young girl, whose pale face and heavy eyelids told of long, hours of watching, sat by his bed. There was silence for a long time, then the little boy opened his large blue eyes and said,nGerry where's mamma?H A sad look came over the young girl's face as she an- swered, Uln Heaven, Ned.U UShall I go there, too?U asked the boy. HYes Ned, all good boys go there.H , nSay, Gerry, tell me, what is it like up there, and how shall I get up so high? I canw even walk.n Ned sighed as he thought of the long hours in bed. nGod will take care of youj' the young girl replied. nAnd, oh, Gerry, I shall see-,N but a shadow crossed the little face and a coughing spell checked his words. When the coughing ceased, he was very weak and lay for some- time with his eyes closed. Presently, he opened them, then, putting his arms around Gerald- ines neck, and in a low, feeble voice said, UGood-bye, Gerry, I'm going to see mamma. I won't have any more had spells.n Ned was silent for a min- ute and then clasping his arms more closely about the young girl's neck whispered, HGerry, when you sec papa tell him I'm gone with mamma. Gerry, kiss we ood W L g - His eyes closed and a smile lighted his sad, pinched face. Nod had gone to mamma. Al Rl IIRKUURKBGDUQUDUIQI!-NIRYY SUCDIRSY Harold Mason '40 Before I get my story under- way, I would like to say that this is a true story. Not be- cause I don't think you will be- lieve me, hut because the story may seem a bit fantastic. New to get on with my story, my name is Joe Mason and I live in Slab City Junction, which is located. just outside of Kezar Falls. Usually, I am busy studying at Porter High School but at this time our principal, Mr.Anr derson, came ,down with a had case of measles, and because we couldn't get along without him, school was closed until he would be able to return.- This was a very welcome sickness to me because at that time there was a large army of bears in one of the nearby mountains, and as they had al- ready carried off several per- sons, stolen a couple dozen of pigs, killed two cows and had run off with a pair of oxen, there was a reward of five dollars for killing all the bears, and I wanted to see if I could get the reward. I arose early the next morn- ing and prepared myself for a trip into the hills. As it was cold in the morning I wore my bear skin coat. After I had walked about twenty-five miles I came upon large bear tracks. Now, this

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Early the next morn- ing Martha started on another day of job hunting. As she walked the streets from one store to another, she thought of the past when her father was livingg of the comfortable home and fut- ure he had provided. Then the accident had taken his life,and new the money he had left them was almost gone. So absorbed in her troubled thoughts, she hadn't felt the presence of a slight drizzle. of rain which threatened to become worse awry minute, 'till now. Glancing about, she sought a refuge from the oncoming rain. Spying an entrance of a store a short dis- tance ahead, she hurried toward it. Suddenly, she heard a screech of brakes as a car splashed through a mud puddle spctting her only clean suit. With a cry of dismay, Martha tried desperately to dry the spots of mud, but she couldnoa Crying slightly, she hurried into the entrance. Soon the rain had stopped but Martha was not at all im- pressed by the glorious rainbow which arched the heavens. Why should she be, with her suit spoiled completely? Neverthekms, Martha cried. 4 She hadn't noticed the young man who had fallen into stepwhh her until he spoke. nwhy all those tears lovely, when there's such a rainbow up there in the sky?N She glanced up looking into a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. They seemed to smile into her soul leaving a joy which surged through her to bring a delicate flush into her pale tired face. nwhy the tears, my princess fair?n continued the smiling young man. Martha found hersclftwlling him her story, at which he re- plied, HHow about being my sec- retary at the office? Here is my card.U He handed her a smallwhhn card on which was written: Mr. Thomas Morrow, Attorney-At-Law. UOhl I don't know how to thank you enough but, but-U nCome to my office at 9:00 tomorrow. My address is llO,29Ua street. Meanwhile, are you too busy for a show and lunch toe night at 7zOO?U he asked. Martha accepted his daring invitation and hurried home. Suddenly she stopped short. The man was a total stranger. H6 didn't know or hadn't asked her name. She smiled to herself and thought -'I shouldn't have accepted, what will he think of me? Oh well, it's too late nom His eyes seemed to leave one so happy. Yes, they were won- derful eyes. What will mother think of me, but she'll have to like it, because now I have a job and a friend? H0ver the Rainbow-Bluebirds Fly,H she hummed happily as she opened the door to her mother's little rent. T HE WRONG DE Cl S I on Elaine Pierce '41 No one realized that such a thing could ever have 'taken place at the Parker's Jewelry Store on Forty-ninth Street. A ring worth one thousand dollara which was on display at the store, was missing. The first thought which leapt to everyone's mind was that it hadbeen stolen. Myra Travers, a young girl of nineteen, working at this store in order to pay her way through college, was suspected of having the ring because she didnft have much money and she