Presque Isle High School - Ship Yearbook (Presque Isle, ME)

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Avis Zippel, more commonly known as Zip for even Carmen Mirandal, has been the enlightening subject of our four years in hfgh school. She has been active in most clubs and committees, especially as Crinds Editor of the Log and Sh?p . Her theme The lnhuman Comedy was written in the strictest of conhdence that the boys should never know what we girls do when we stay at home and study. l THE INHUMAN COMEDY Tonight weibring you Benny Goodman in a half hour of music. The first number will be the ever popular Begin the Beguinef' Goodman goes into his song and I go into my dance but not for long. Avie, calls mother fshe's all of three feet awayj, have you seen that book Sylvia lent me? It was on the mantle yesterday. It's in the book closet, I answer. Parents are such children. And to myself I think-- It wasn't yesterday, it was last week. ln the meantfmeA iBenny has left the Beguine far behind and is fast doing part two of Gotta Be This or That. This is one of my favorites so I kick off my loafers. curl my lanky shanks in their beat jeans around the back of the sofa and' settle down. I fee' quite comfortable now. An upsidie-down position is an excellent way to relax 'and besides, I like it. My unfinished chemistry workbook looks terribly blank as I try to decide the reaction of sodium on water. Lemme see. It yields hydrogen and sodium hydro-hydro-hyde ...... Oxygen? Nope. Dioxide? Nope? Oxide? Hydroxide? That sounds reasonable. Sodium hydro- xide. Yep, that's it. , Kay had a sweet sweater on --in chem today. It would be super with a real flashy plaid skirt. If I got a vellow sweater it would be super with a shirt like 'Patisl I wish I had my plaid slac,ks'back. I haven't anything to dress up in. And with that - huh? For me? .lust a 'seo.! l1 ' - ' M hTelephone calls are so exciting. They break the monotony of study, the radio, and ot er. - Hello? Who? Oh! Oh, ves! How are you? !-Iaven't seen you in ages - not since Katie's party. She what? Oh, yes! When? Seven? Yes, I guess so. Sure. She's beat! Huh?mXeEbnL,Sure! What? Her? She'l' .......... No, I don't! Do you? l thought, notawreepsl 'I gotta cut - it's time for Como. See you then. 'Buyln ' Frantically I dash back in time to catch, the closing strains of Goodmans theme song - Let's Dance. Well, Benny old boy, it was nice knowing you but I've got to catch Perry Como. I twist the dial but Como no como. fl couldn't help itj Dad picks this crisis in my life to enter with the cat which he is supposed to be letting out. Sudden'y, Perry bursts forth with, Homesick','Tiiai's All. 'ifsomethingwrong with that radio, decides Dad, dumping the cat into my arms. He disappearsvbehind the radio and is lost forever. . P Temptation was never like this, I murmur as Como subsides behind a symphony of static. Blessedly the 'phone rings and I stump off to answer it, carrying the docile cat in my arms. 4 1 Police Department. Plan to meet your friends here for an evening of fun and amusement. Shoot! Oh, hi, Jean! Yeah! Oh, that's just Dad fixin' the radio. She no go. just Perry Como. Yeah, just! Nope, not a thing. I'm just spending a quiet evening home .......... studying. I Avis Zippel '46 H

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fosie is one of our favorite juniors. She has a most charming persona 'ity and she always has a may of making friends. In her theme The Art of Killing Time she portrays one, jo Anne Lovely, in real life. It isn't harcl to picture the scene of the theme. It is easy to see that Iosie will have good luck in the future. THE ART OF KILLING TIME This art which I have acquired recently has proven very helpful when used the correct way. Of course when this cleiicate art is abused it can become extremely harmful. fTake it from one who knows. I received a book on the side of the head. . . Sears and Roebuck at that, when I was stalling and my short-tempered brother was in a hurry., I am usually very successful though, provided conditions are in my favor. Here is a good example of careful maneuvering. The time is about 6: I 5 P.lVI. We are just finishing supper when the telephone rings. That's probably for mel I say jumping for the receiver. No, it's for me, AIIen's suppose .... With the usual scramb'e, Dana gets to the 'phone just a second before me. Hello, answers Dana. Hi, replies the voice. Is this vou, Dana? Ya, my brother says: then turning to me, See, I told you. The conversation continues, while I lounge in a chair with my feet dangling over the side. Soon the session ends with Dana's saying, Oh, I'II see you in a half an hour. I pricked up my ears, Are you going to town ? Yes I 2:Wel'! You could have at least told me. Perhapsl would like to make a few p ans. I called up I..i1 and she said to come down about seven or after. There now, I'll be there too early. Well. I'll fix that! This question always ca'Is for an argument. Dana, may I wear your V-necked sweater? No, the last time you wore mv plaid jacket, and when I wore it again, everybody thought I was wearing your clothes. PIease. ll 'l . Well, this goes on and on, in the end I run upstairs without the sweater and a voice behind me says, You can also bring my sportshirt down that you wore a week ago. At this time it is 6:35, I was hurrying andl ran downstairs. There I am all ready and it is only 6:40! We final'y get out in the car, all ready to go. Oh, Dana! I have forgotten my hankyln At 7:00 P.lVI. on the button we drive through Main Street in the brightly lighted little city of P.I. Dana has a scowl on his face and I, a smug look of triumph. ' .Io Ann Lovely '47

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Carroll Knox, author of For Whom the Bell Tolls. should Probably thank Mr. Hemingway for his engaging title. But one day we all borrowed titles from either the literary masters or Hollywood scenarists, and Carroll wrote the following: FOR WHOM THE. BELL TOLLS The morning is filled with the sound of a busy neighborhood. All the men of the vicinity have gone to work at their various jobs. The chi dren have gone to school, and the'wives are left to do their housework. From the earth rises a heavy fog which is the result of early spring rains, jand it has a tendency to conceal all happenings from the eyes of gossipers. However, since this is true, no one notices the l929 Dodge which swings around the corner and stops at the first house on the street. At nearly regular intervals it moves on to the next house. At each stop, a somewhat short and stocky man wearing a blue suit and straw colored hat steps out, reaches into the rear of the car and puls out a bulging suitcatse. Often arranging his tie, he walks jauntily up the walk and rings the doorbell. All soats of women greet him dur'ng the morning and ask him into the house. Frequently he has to hold his suitcase between himself and a snariing dog until the lady locks her pet up or ties it to a stove leg. For a short time he remains in each residence and then reappears and moves on to the next. All goes smoothly unt'l he steps up to the front door of the last house on the street, and, hearing a nundmer of noises upstairs which he thinks might be housewife do- ing her spring cleaning, he rings persistently. A more fatal mistake could not have been made, for when the door at last bursts open, there, to the poor man's surprise, is the hus- band who was just getting ready for a nap while his wife was away doing her shopping. The salesman makes a dash for his car, but his pursuer isn't as sleepy as he looked. When the battle which follows finally dies away and the dust clears. it is the Fuller Brush Man for whom the bell tolls. Carroll Knox '47 Not so long ago our photographic expert was just a mere unknown freshman trying hard to do his best worlz. faclfs hard work has been rewarded this year by recognition of his theme Dottie , a light and amusing theme about a faithful friend. We know you all join us in wishfrg jack all the best in the future. DOTTIE Dottie and I, devoted to each other as we were, used' to go everywhere together. She and I even thought alike at times. We enjoyed practically the same things, 'istening to good music. and just staying home I think that Dottie liked ice cream more than any- one else I know. I liked it myself, and the ice cream bill at the end of the month was something awful! Then, too, we used to go for long walks, especiaily on bright, crisp winter evenings. We walked without speak'ng, admiring the various scenes that met our eyes. Often we would be gone for several hours, arriving home in the small hours of the morning. Time meant nothing to us, for it was just another pitfall in the course of our lives. evident only when we were apart. We both enjoyed walking, but hunting was our favorite pastime. Most any chiily autumn day would find us afield in quest of grouse or pheasant. One needn't ask Dottie if she were enjoying herself, as just one look at her sparkling brown eyes was answer enough.