Potter Academy - Wreath Yearbook (Sebago Lake, ME)

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suddenly she sohered and said, Why, Moses, you dldn't even have a gun. You never carry one, and you did all that just for me.' And with that she wound her arms around Bashful Moses's neck and kissed him and Moses lmrnedlately falnted. Jean Crawford '52 selfishness This ls a story of selfishness. It concerns an lndlan named Chief Soggy Tea-lag of the Wethead Tribe. The Chief ls very old, and the tribe ls very poor. He trled to make them happy but the ralns dldn't come and many of the tribe died of thlrst. The Chlef lived in a moth- eaten old tepee. He had just enough clothes to cover him. Then a telegram arrlved for hlm. U It was a notice from Catchom 6 Stlckem, Attorneys at Law, to come and collect 81,000,000,000.15, lnherltance tax deducted. The trlbe was overjoyed at the thought of this money. lut the Chief kept it all for hlmsel . Every blt of ltl He was buying everything ln sight and the Indians were dropping like flies. He bought a thirty- flve cylinder Super Percussion X-100 motor car with radlo, television, radar, telegraph and a telephone to call up the drlver. With the money he also built a forty room mansion with tele- vision ln every room. In the llvlng room there was a fish pond with barracudas and South American puranas in lt to keep the Indians from drinking lt. Down under the house was his vault. There was a pond there infested with Crocodiles and water moccaslns. The Chief went down there every day to count his money to see that lt was all there. Soon he lost all of his friends. The trlbe despised him. They cursed the ground that he walked on. He was so stlngy that he charged his servants to work there. The servants were just about starved to death. They wore ragged clothes and no shoes. After he found out about income tax, he softened up a little. He began to give away money. The trlhe soon loved him and were can very prosperous. He paid his servanrs to work there, he got rid of the reptiles ln the ponds, and he won all of his frlends back. Soon all of the Vlethead Tribe was prosperous and they lived happily ever after. Lawrence Nason '54 36

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Literature Bashful Moses Bashful Moses lived in Gold Bucket, Nevada. He llved with his mother and father and two brothers ln a small ranch about five miles from town, Bashful Moses was just what his name says he was, only worse. He was so bashful he couldn't even look in the mirror without blushing. Not only was Moses bashful, but he was also afraid of guns. Now thls shamed Blg Jim Hawks, Moses's father, more than anything in the world ever could, for Blg Jim was the roughest, toughest, gun totlng man ln the state of Nevada, and to think that a son of his was afraid of guns, on top of being bashful, almost shamed hlm to tears. From the time, Bashful Moses was old enough to hold a gun, until he was twenty years old, Big Jim tried to break Bashful Moses of his fear of guns, but his efforts were in vain. Moses's fear did not break. It ls needless to say how much Bashful suffered all his llfe. Where- ever he went he was teased and laughed at. Whenever he rode lnto town, which wasn't very often, people would go out of their way to speak to him, just to see him blush, and stammer howdy and practically run down the street. Women would deliberately bump him, causlng hlm to become so frustrated that he couldn't even say pardon. And even at home, he had no peace. His older brothers, Bull and Jake, would care- lessly throw their guns around and sometimes even shoot his hat off, scaring Bashful Moses so badly that he would jump on his horse and ride out into the prairie to stay for several days at a time. And so Bashful Moses llved the life of a dog. lt was when he was twenty- two years old that a terrible thing happened to Moses, so terrible ln fact that it rulned his life. Bashful Moses fell ln love with pretty Sara Rose Bell. lt was bad enough that she was the prettiest and most popular gal ln town, but worse still, she was his brother, Bull's, girlfriend. When Bull used to bring Sara to his home for dinner, Bashful Moses used to sit and peek through a crack in the wall at her. He vowed to himself that someday he would speak to her and win one of her angelic smiles. But for the time being, he was content to look and dream. One day when Sara was visiting and Bashful was peeking, he decided that when she left that day, he would follow, and when they were both out of sight, he would ride up and speak to her. The ldea frightened him so badly that he started shaking, but he was very determined and when Sara Rose left, Bashful went GUI, got hls horse, and followed at safe distance, tak- lng a course that was hidden by trees, so she could not see him. When he came around the huge rock, he decided to go out and speak. When Bashful Moses came around that rock he beheld a very frlghtenlng and dangerous situation, for he saw three men with guns trained on Sara Rose. One man had a piece of rope with which he proceeded to rie Sara. Bashful Moses was so scared his toenalls were curled under, but he dldn't run. Instead he gathered all hls courage on the tip of his tongue and sald, 'D-D-Drop your g-g-guns, boys and get them horses moving mighty pront. My flnger's klnda itchy on this har trigger. Well, slr, you never in all your life saw men ride so fast as those three did. You couldn't see 'em for dust, and Bashful, with his face as red as the parson's nose, rode out from behind the rock to face Sara. This terrlfled him even more than the robbers with their guns. When Sara saw who lt was, she nearly collapsed with laughter, but 35

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September In Techicolor lt was a good day for walking to the football game. The alr was crlsp and the wind playful as I directed my steps toward the hlghway. Overhead, the powder-puff clouds were motionless agalnst their bright- blue background. Although most of its warmth was gone, the sun had lost none or lts summer brlghtness. A bush of brown burrs swayed busily ln a vain attempt to fasten some of lts boarders to my coat. I crossed the railroad heard and stopped a moment to pick a tlck trefoll that had survived an early frost. Some of its sisters were still alive and bordered a path down to the mill pond. Following them, l came to the edge of the water and stopped. A men across the way was pulling a rowboat from the water. Preparations for the wlnter had already begun. The wind was kicking up the cold grey water at my feet untll lt looked llke a mlnlature sea ln a storm. lt was easy to picture thls same spot ln three months-covered with snow, lt would be rlnlng wlth the laughter of skaters warming their bands over a cheery flre. l turned away, feeling a bit sad that fall was here. Along the sidewalk the tender green grass had turned to hay, and the polson lvy leaves stood golden and green against the old tree stumps. On the other slde ef the road, tall gaunt plne trees on the 'island' formed a sober background for maples and elms In the gayest of dresses. The dlvlng board that the boys had bullt ln their shadow was deserted, and one of the supportlng plles had been knocked down. l pulled my collar closer around my neck and continued on my way. lt was hard to think of swimming ln that cold water without shlverlng. A rough stone wall bordered the llmlts of an estate. The ivy that. spllled over the top was as red as the coat l wore. Further on, goldenrod dripped bits of sunshine into a burnt-brown field. Suddenly remembering a place where wild grapes grew, l headed there. Sure enough, there they hung, full and purple, from vlnes which covered a young tree. I plcked a couple of bunches and thought of the grape jelly my mother, would soon be making for the winter. Then, cutting through a mane of golden-centered asters, I reached the hlghway agaln. A new house had been built by the slde of the road. New grass was peeplng through the soll, and marlgolds next to the freshly constructed cement wall had been bltten by the frost. A little grey squlrrel scampered from the woods, paused on the lawn, and with a swlsh of hls busy tall, was gone again. Behind the house,.brown corn stalks made a dry, rustling sound. Loomlng up in the distance, however, was the whlte of the steel goal posts on the athletic field, and my pace qulckened. The gridiron was freshly lined with whlte, and the baseball fleld seemed shabby and neglected ln contrast. The stands were alive with students ln bright plalds and corduroys, and the band played a tune ln stirring march tempo. l waved to my friends and prepared to joln them ln watchlng the contest on the athletic field, but somehow or other, l could not prevent my thoughts from straying to the blue esters and yellow goldenrods and the man who was gettlng ready for winter. Joseph Greenwood '52 Mount Paiiima Donald Cheyngne pagced restlessly to and fro around the room of the '37