Rangeley High School - Tattler Yearbook (Rangeley, ME)

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M THE T longingly toward the forbidden seats be- hind us. lrVhile sitting there, wondering how in the world one managed to gain the coveted place, Leora whispered across the aisle to me, in a loud stage-whisper, Cheer up, Kathleen, if they will allow Conrad Lamb and Otis Brackett to sit there, they will let us do so when -. just then Mr. Waltoii snapped his fingers and said, Leo- ra Tomlinson, Cteachers are not careful to use Miss with Freshmenj he said, A' Stop that whispering, and do not let me see you looking across the aisle again today. This nearly frightened Leora out of the pro- verbial seven years' growth. fI'l1 wager she wishes now that it had.l Of course we made many mistakes and got reprimanded many times during those lirst months, but finally we got used to the regular High School life, and though some have dropped out, we have managed to reach the round above in the ladder of knowledge. The most important social event during our Freshman year was a nshing trip to Quimby pond. We took lunch with us and Mrs. Walton was kind enough to make a freezer of ice cream. This was packed and covered with a potato sack. Marian Nile, thinking it was a bag of potatoes, sat on the freezer all the way to the pond. lfVas it any wonder that she appeared so cool all the evening? Those who left us the Hrst year were Gladys Hood, Ethel Thibodeau, Persis Carl- ton and George Adams, making eleven in number to carry on . The next year we were full-fledged Soph- omores, ready to enjoy all privileges that came our wa.y. Hazel Knowles came to us, and we soon began to think that we had never before been able to really see' the funny 'side of life. Hazel, too, helped to lessen our timidity, as Hazel was ready to take her share of the many scoldings that were ours by right of tradition and custom. From our staff of teachers we lost Miss ATTLER Bradbury, now Mrs. Swicker, and her va- cancy was Hlled by Miss Shaw. Two mem- be1's of the class left, Bessie Huntoon and Lulu Oakes, who decided they had rather be initiated into the mysteries of matrimony instead of Physics and Chemistry. In September of 1919 as juniors, losing only one member, Elizabeth Oakes, which made our number nine, we began the last half of High School life. Our faculty was changed, too, this year. Mr. Marriner was engaged as principal, and Miss Hayes came to teach English. Miss Stoehr took the place of Miss Smith, now Mrs. Lamb, as our French teacher. The most eventful thing of this year was a reception which we gave the Seniors. We all remember very well this enjoyable occasion, especially Lucille, Miriam, Ever- deene and the three boys, who with these girls stole the ice cream, and had such a good time eating it with their lingers. The other members of the class have not such pleasant recollections of that event, for they got none of the ice cream. We came back to our Senior year, feel- ing a greater responsibility, yet it is said that even to this day we have not acquired dignity enough to merit the title of 'K digni- lied Seniors. Mrs. Parks came to teach us English and History, and with Mr. Marriner and Mrs. Lamb, we were fairly launched on the last lap of the homeward run. We were very glad to welcome Earl Parks to our midst, at the beginning of this year, his co1ning making our number ten. Suppers, food sales and socials were held during this year to raise the money to defray the expenses of our graduation. We are leaving the old school life now, with our eyes turned to the future, it is true, but with backward thoughts of grati- tude to all our teachers, fellow classmen and fellow students, who have aided us dur- ing the time of preparation for this day. Kallzlcezz Stewart, '21, L S S i

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THE TATTLER 13 The crystal seems to be blank IIOVV, but no-a charming lady is entering a parlor, she goes to an easy chair by the window and stands beside it in deep thought. As the room begins to grow lighter, she moves toward the piano. Not until she be- gins singing that favorite song, I' The Love Nest, do I recognize our Valedictorian, Lucille Huntoon. The globe becomes clear- er. The scene changes. I see her entering a large, new candy factory, over the door of which is the sign H. I-Iersey Co. I-Iow familiar the surroundings seem! VVhy. this new store is in Rangeley, and Lucille is a stenographer there! I am glad to see Lucille here, for she was greatly interested in this firm and has long been wishing to get employment with them. As I look up from the globe for an instant, the scene changes and I see a pie- ture which rapidly evolves into the interior of a large hospital. Many physicians and surgeons are about, showing that an ex- tremely critical operation is about to be performed. The anesthetic is given, and now the surgeon steps forward and leans over the patient. VVhere have I seen that familiar form? I cannot see his face yet, but how quickly and skillfully he works! There! He is turning, and now I see his features plainly. Can it be possible that this tall, alert young surgeon is Earl Parks? They are passing out of the room and I know by the way he given prefer- ence, that he must be a famous surgeon in this Philadelphia hospital. Upon studying the globe again I see an- other girl from the class of 1921-Hazel Knowles. She is tripping down the walk of R. H. S., waving her diploma high in the air. Now the scene changes and I find Hazel in a hospital and by her pleasant manner and graceful way she attracts the attention of a young doctor, and I hnd Hazel now, writing the story of her life in Rangeley I-Iigh, which will prove a most interesting tale for girls. This scene seems to be a cosy farm- house. Now which one of the class of 1921 would be likely to choose to live on a farm, I wonder? As I try to recall the faces of my classmates, I do remember a little freckle-faced girl, who used to de- light in playing hooky on Friday after- noons, and go to visit one of the farms in Langtown during the week end. Who is thislsturdy young farmer? And I know that I am not mistaken in thinking the up- turned face of the woman is that of Marian Nile. Marian must have given up teaching and settled down with a Baclmlldcr. And now this scene grows dim! It fades altogether! I-Iow absorbed I have been while the destinies of my old classmates were being revealed to me! I am feeling weary, so I will put it away. At some other time it may tell what the future has in store for me, but I shall ever remember that my own acts will have much to do with shaping my destiny. illifiriam Hznztomz., J2I. HISTORY OF CLASS OF 1921 ISTORY, based on written records, begins in different countries, at widely varying dates. A few books and inscriptions found in Egypt date back three or four thousand years before Christ. On the other hand trustworthy records in China and India do not go beyond the year 1000 B. C. The history of the Class of 1921, how- ever, dates only back to 1917, when we en- tered Rangeley High. Our class consisted of thirteen girls and two boys, and from that day unto this we have been looking forward to Commencement. .On that eventful morning in September, we sought the school building early, hop- ing to obtain a seat in the rear of the room. However, we were informed by the Prin- cipal, Mr. NValton, and some of the Senior class, that we belonged down in the front of the room, where all other Freshies before us had started. That first forenoon was not very event- ful. We received our books and, as I re- member, the time was spent in looking

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THE TATTLER 15 CLASS POEM FOUR years we've been together, And now our goal is won, Though we now part from our school life. Our life's school 's just begun. Although this breaking chain Now fills our hearts with pain, lVe trust the lessons taught us, Have never been in vain. Gladdest, saddest of all days, This day when we must party Underneath all our fun and laughter, Throbs regret in every heart. Harder struggles soon may claim usp Schdol joys are in the pastg Bravely let us meet life's battle, ' For these joys cannot always last. So now may we each one Take up li'le's work begun, And keep in mind our motto Till the victor's crown is won. I sing, with ehastened heart, today, the farewell song Nor harp nor organ shall invoke to strike the key' For waking memories shall sweep the vibrant strings, And muted voices of the years shall accompany me. l'll weave within the theme of this half-minor strain A sunset touch, a promise in the evening sky, NVhose benediction shall wake gold, low-lying clouds, And winged eliariots the shadows that round us lie. Upon the stealthy wings of time the transient years lVill Hee, and with them much that we would not have them take, And lift us, yearning. by the all-euguliing flood, Along whose outer shores the far, faint voices wake. Dream-footed as a twilight thought our visions A comeg A I They bear us hence to regions of enchanting light lllithin whose wizard spell and fancies still are bred The ashes of desire, the grim grey face of night. However far the courses of our jOllfI'lCy'll run, However widely lured by wonder we will roam, Two stars will radiate the unknown darkness- The lcindred, quenchless lights of school and home. Bright visions ours, ere that engulting, dreamy tide Has caught our lives, to bear them out as.ships of sea, Scarce feeling the enthralling ebb that urges ever on,- Today the tide is flood, and means farewell to thee. And so, thou send us forth to measure strength VVith children reared in other schools, 'neath other skies, And follow us, in thought, to every stormy battle- field XVith unremitting faith and Hope's kind, patient eyes. l1Vhat will we strive for? To pile our treasures high ? To bind about our hearts the serpent dollar sign? Or will we nourish in our untroubled breasts The purpose that makes life and love divine? lVhat battles are we still to win! But not for gain, Grim struggle for the juster measure of a mang But to lift him high above the serfdom of his deeds, And lit him into some God-famed, immortal plan. And yonder where the sky-lines meet and drift apart, Out there, where pathways dip and mount again the hills: Out there, where will sound all the savage notes of earth, The thought of building' well, our hearts with courage fills. And there, where lots and fates are cast like shifting dice, And men wage war for bread or gold or love or fameg Out there, we'll live and play upon the boards of life The part unblemished, which upholds thy spot- less name. My song is doneg the lights are outg the muse is tledg The singer yields thy future fortune to the seers. Live on, dear school! A greater glory be thine. Still more! FAME be thine through all the coming years. Everdeenie Robbins, l2I. CLASS WILL E, the Class of 1921, being of sane and sound mind, and influenced by none, do hereby will and bequeath to our Schoolmates of Rangeley High School, State of Maine. on this ---- of June, in the year of our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred and Twenty-One, all goods and chattels of said Class of 1921, to have and to hold while life lasts. We do hereby will and bequeath said goods and chattels to said schoolmates on one, condition, namely, that said school- mates shall make good use of said goods and chattels of said Class of 1921. To the School Board we do bequeath our thanks for their aid during our Senior year. To Mr. Marriner we do bequeath our good will. A