Potter Academy - Wreath Yearbook (Sebago Lake, ME)

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tlay Flllplno hut. He was awaiting one of the natlve boys, who was golng wlth hlm on a camping trlp to Mount Pajllma. He was also busy lamentlng over his hard fate. He should never have allowed his father to talk him into going wlth hlm to the Phlllpplnes, and he should not have agreed to this redlculous camplng trlp. That was hls father's ldea, of course. l-le was a tall, hard faced boy, handsome ln a coarse way. He was the sort of boy you would expect to see prowllng around the streets with a gang at night, while his father was too busy at home to know, or care where hls son was. He had no brothers, or sisters and his mother was dead. As his father was a wealthy man, the boy had practically everything he wanted. This certainly did not help his naturally selflsh dlsposltlon. Suddenly he was hailed from his troublesome thoughts by a lusty shout from outslde. That would be Jon, he knew. Swlnglng his pack over his shoulder, he went slowly outside to meet the newcomer. He was not fond of the Flllplno, nor any of his race. He felt that he, as an Amerlcan, should treat them as lnferlors, which he readily dld. He found this boy's broken Engllsh and jovial manner almost unbearably disgusting. l-l'lo , grinned the Flllplno cheerfully. Donald did not reply. 'Comlngt' he asked in a none-too-agreeable tone. Together the two boys started up the dusty road of the village. Mount Pajllma loomed hlgh above them. It was a strange mountain: the sort that artists pick to palnt, and poets attempt to describe. The natives looked upon lt wlth awe, and doubtless lt was the foundation of many of their super- stltlons. Althogh lt was not an usually high mountain, lt was very steep and bare a strange resemblance to an ice-cream cone. lt was so unlike the other mountains around lt, that this along was enough to set lt apart from them. lt was toward this mountain that the boys turned their footsteps, the native eagerly, the American reluctantly. Donald found lt very tlresome cllmblng the wlndlng trall, while the pack on his back did not add to the comfort. He was vastly irritated by the ease wlth which Ion carried hls pack and he wlshed that he were not perpetually grinning. Jon noticed hls surly temper, but he only grinned good naturedly. The mountain was bathed in crimson llght from the magnlflcent sunset when the boys came to lts foot. They decided to camp here for the nlght, as lt would soon be dark, and continue their trlp up the mountain tomorrow. They could not see the mountain very clearly for a dense haze seemed to hang over lts summit. The boys built a fire and prepared their supper over lt. When lt began to get dark, they put out the fire and crawled into their blankets. Suddenly Ion sprang to his feet. 'The Mountain! Lookl' he shouted. Aa Donald looked a look of amazement spread over hls face. A weird rosy light floated about its summit. 'We better go home, lon warned. l don't like it. Donald laughed tauntlngly at his fears. 'You aren't afrald of that are yous' he asked. l suppose you even thlnk she'll erupt, he sneered, snlckerlng at the thought. l'm golng home, Jon announced for the second time. 'Are you comlngt' 'Of course l'm not comlng, replled Donald alrlly. l never did run away from anything, and I don't intend to begin now. What do you take me for, anyways Maybe you think l'm a coward like you. 38

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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

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This was too much for even the good natured Flllplno to stand. Wlthout a word he started down the trail toward home. Donald watched him ln scornful silence until the Flllpino's shambllng step carried him out of slght. Then he curled up ln his blanket and gazed long at the uncanny beauty that hung over the mountain. It is not to be supposed that he saw any beauty ln the spectacle, but not possessing the natlve's knowledge of the slgns of nature, he was puzzled by lt. After awhlle he fell asleep wlth the intention of going home ln the morning, and showlng Jon how sllly lt had been to run. He would certalnly make that Flllplno uncom- fortable as long as he and his father remained ln the Philippines. Jon was crosslng a llttle rlse ln the ground when he was suddenly thrown to the ground. The earth seemed to rlae up to meet him. For I few seconds the earth racked crazlly. when the earthquake had subsided Jon got dlanlly to hls feet. He thought of Donald up there alone, and shuddered. He broke into a run. Suddenly the Flllplno stopped and looked back. With a deafenlng roar the entlre peak of Mount Pajlima burst open. The sky flared with btllllnnt llght, and a stream of lntensely hot lava poured down the mounts slopes. Again lon thought of Donald up there directly ln the path of that deadly, twlstlng lava, and he was suddenly fllled wlth a terror unlike any he had ever experlenced before. 'Donaldl Donaldl' he shouted, ln a frenzy. When the llght had faded and the monntaln was once more ln dark- ness be turned toward home ngnln. ln a daze he stumbled along scarcely conscious of where he was going. He realized dimly that Donald no longer existed. Mount Pajllma had spoken ln tones of doom. lon turned n corner abruptly and suddenly came ln slght of the village. The road was crowded wlth people who had watched the volcano. He was strangely comforted by the famlllar slght. Hls senses began to clear and he hurried his steps nntll he was almost runnlng. Roberta Gllllam '54 The Constitution America ls the land of justice and freedom. Men wlth ideals such as Waslslngton, Hamilton, Madison, and Franklin made it such. These men reallned that there had to be a central government strong enongh to deal wlth the natton's problems. In 1787, a convention was called to meet ln Phlladelphla. Their chief problem was to make the federal government strong enough to function but not strong enough to destroy the strength and lndlvlduallty of the states' government. They drew up the constltutlon. The preamble ls as follows: We, the people of the United States, ln order to form a more perfect nnlon, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of llberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordaln and establish this Constltntlon for the United States of America. ln's