Rangeley High School - Tattler Yearbook (Rangeley, ME)

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THE TATTLER 15 visage of Snooks, appraising him from a nearby window. Snooks came out and started asking ques- tions. Why was Buck in town? Where had he been? When would he leave town? To which Buck answered witheringly. I should think your tongue would wear out! For my part I almost wish it would. This did not make any impression on Snooks , however. He only talked the more. Suddenly he asked Buck why he didn't get his hair cut. Buck answered that he was going to if he could lind anyone to cut it. Go to Pat Lafferty's shop. He's a dandy barber! Say, but he has a nice hair tonic! Smells like a posy garden, offered Snooks . I guess I will pay him a visit before I leave, Buck answered good-na- turedly. Adios, and he sauntered off. Business was rather lax that morning in the Irishman's shop, and poor Pat was rather despondent when Buck entered. Faith, and yez have been some time in the mountains, haven't yez? he inquired while performing his task. About six months, was the casual repIy. Six months! Well, no wonder! the Irishman exclaimed. After cutting Buck's hair, Pat anuointed his head with his hair tonic and pronounced the job done. Buck paid the bill and was soon traveling back into the mountains. That afternoon Lucky Evans, Buck's twin brother, came riding into Sundae. He rlidn't had a haircut for a long time either, so he made his way to the barber shop. He opened the door and then looked puzzled at the amazed look which crossed the barber's face. Faith, and are yez back again? asked that astonished son' of Erin. I only cut yez hair this morning and here yez are back again with hair as long as before. Sure, an won't yez let me have yez picture to advertise me hair tonic.? Lucky didn't know what to make' ot itg but he tried to explain that he hadn't been in town for some time, but it did no good. He let him have his picture before and after the hair-cut, and then left the shop. After he was gone Pat paced the floor try- ing to solve the mystery. His tonic must be better than he thought. The parrot watch- ed him all the while. Suddenly she said in clear tones. Oh master, pray don't look so puzzled, As though you were a dog just muzzled. For many, many big twin brothers Have even fooled their loving mothers. It took some time for the Irishman to un- derstand what Polly meant. When he did, he laughed. But all the same I'll advertise n1y tonic wit.h the pictures and the story. Nobody will know the difference, he said. . M. G. '29 Toi. HANS TELLS ABOUT HIS TRIP T0 FARMINGTON FAIR I States of Younited September 30, 1925 Ma dere Fritz: I now take oop mo pencil and rite u wit pen and ink. I'se a go'in to tell ya aboot my treep to Farmton Fare. I'se gits oop at fifteen minutes in front of seex o'clock, starts Lizzie and started. That is I tried to start-Lizzie didn't want too goes anywhere wit out eny breakfaste. So's i geeves her some hay and oats und den i cranked er oop und wented. I'se wented all rite til i'se gut all most ter madrid und me ingin stuped on me. I'se gut out und leeft- ed oop de hood und sum ile comes out und squirted in ma left i. The ile were hot und made me jooinp sum. Weel i'se poot sum noo spark plogs in de ole ting und still she wood not went. I'se peeked in de tin can under de seet und it were m t. Und i'se dint have eny more gas so i thot i were stuck fo shore. But i'se deecided ter fool Lizzie. I wented ter a hoose a. leetle Way off und gutoop de leetle tin can under de sect. De Lizzie thot eet were gas she were gittin und she started off ogin. I'se gut ter Farmton all rite und' were goin oop ter see der sites when a fellar says ter me only a quater for you'se carr here, so i tells him he can hav it fer that so i'se leeves Lizzie wit. heem und vent ter c de sites. De fust ting me i catched were de dancin girls. Say fritze you'se oot tuv seen dem gals but i says me Lizzie can kick bettern dat. Wal i'se left dem dancing gals und vent over ter a great beeg Wheel' dat told me it were a Fairys Wheel. So i says to me self, Hans yous just naturally gut ter go oop und see de Fairys. So i'se bot a teeket und vent

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14 THE TATTLER making wild threats as to what he would do to her father and his horses. George Rich- mond had. laughed at these threats, and he looked at his daughter lovingly whenever she made known her fears. I surely wouldn't let you ride in the race, Sunny, if I didn't know what a rider you are, and then, too, you are so much lighter than the boys. But you be careful, Sunny, don't let the others get too close. But then, there's not much danger of that, he would laugh- ingly add. His fears for his daughter would sometimes overrule his fear of losing the race, but not for long, for he would remem- ber Sarchadon, strong, noble, but gentle. As Alice, garbed in her boyish riding suit, stood by Sarchadon's head betore the race, her father came to wish her good luck. Then ther trumpet sounded for the line-up. As Alice rode into line, she looked over the beautiful racers about her. She almost in- stantly noticed a great, black stallion that was making trouble near her. He was rear- ing and kicking at the horses about him. His rider seemed to have some difliculty in handling him. A wild stallion, Alice reflected. Then the gun was fired and there was a rush of galloping hoofs. Sarchadon took the lead, his great, power- ful strides carrying him a few rods ahead of the others. His muscles rippled under his glossy, grey skin, and his silver mane and tail glistened in the sunlight. His even hoof beats were like music to A1ice's ears, until she heard the wild, piercing scream of a horse close upon her. She turned and saw the black demon bearing down on her -his eyes wild and red, and foaming at the mouth. She knew that he was trying to run Sarchadon down-to kill him. Alice bent low over Sarchadon's neck, but he had already quickened his pace, for he had heard the challenge, and was answering it by running as he had never run before. The wind made the tears come to A1ice's eyes as she race along the home stretch She looked back again. The black horse was only three feet away. He was gaining! His lips curled back, his teeth gleamed white, his nostrils were iiery red, and his eyes were wild. As Alice looked, the horse reared and plunged at her. Sarchadon, responding to her touch, swerved to one side and thundered in over the finishing line just as the black horse leaped high into the air, and fell dead-killed by his mad exertions. A1ice's father caught Sarchadon's bridle, pulled him to a stop, and Alice fell sobbing into his arms. The thoroughly frightened, but unhurt, rider of the black horse was surrounded by several angry cowboys, who forced him to reveal the plot of Buck. The latter had planned to have his wild stallion kill Sar- cadon, and then win the race. But Alice's skillful riding, together with the swiftness of Sarchadon, and the timely death of the black horse, had foiled him. D. E. H. '27 lo, A MAGICAL HAIR TONIC In the town of Sundae lived an Irish bar- ber, Pat Lofferty, who was known far and wide for the hair tonic which he used and sold. He had great faith! in this hair tonic, and never lost a chance to talk of it. He vertzized it in the papers as the best, and called it the Mystic Magic Hair Invigorator. Some people said he made it himself, while others believed he bought it of some city merchant. As we have no means to ascer- tain which was correct, we will leave it to our imagination. There also lived, in this town, a little hunch-backed cow boy, whose name was Snooks Heldon. He always found time, no matter how busy, to voice his opinions on whatever any of his fellow-citizens in- tended to do. Whether young or old, male or female, it was all the same. Yet every- one liked him: the Irish barber in particu- lar. One morning a huge, giant of a man, and a string of pack mules came down the street toward the livery stable. He was dressed in rough, but whole clothes, a pair of cow- hide boots, and a sombero. His hair was back, and hung to his shoulders. As he reached the stable, a well-known voice called, How are yer, Buck? Bucky Evans turned on his heel and confronted an apparently empty street. As he turned back to the stable, he heard a second call, and looking again, he espied the smiling

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16 THE TATTLER oop. I dintf see eny Fairys boot I thot thet i were a goin ter see de Devil once or twice. Wal next i'se vent over ter what dey call de ocean wave u11d i'se a ride und when i gut off de ground came oop und slapped me in de face. Wal i gut oop und wolked ar oond a circle til i cood c strate. Gosh it's no foon being c sick even. if you aint ever been on de ocean. Wal then i'se oop on de rollar costar und say, no Lizzie cood go round a corner de way dat fellar cood. Und de fust doonhill it camed too it all most tooked ma ribs oot. Honest ter Gosh i that at we wood teep over, but we dint. I'se lost ma collar. vectye, hat und glasses on dat treep. l'se weuted doon ter find dem but all i'se cood find were my hat, evidently de rest aint landed yet. As it were gittin late i decided ter go home. So's i vent und asked de fel- lar fer me carr if heed give me ma Lizzie back fer a quarter. He told me dat i could have it fer notin eef i wanted it. I thot dat he were an accommodatin fellar ter geeve me ma carr after i sold eet ter heem. Wal i arrived home all rite, only Lizzie were a little tired und i had ter poosh er into de barn. I'se feel fine after de treep how is yourself dere fritz. Hopes yuorse is as vell as you isent. Your effectishunate kousin, Hans. P. S. Eef yo dont git dis letta rite und tell me und i vill send it at once. Hans V. B. M. Class Honor Parts EITHER FIND A PATH OR MAKE ONE With these words-'either find a path or make one'-we are confronted with the great problem that now awaits us-the pro- blem of choosing and shaping our life car- eer. It is a problem of choosing or making a. pathway that will lead us to our goal- Success in Life. That goal awaits us, tow- ering high above our heads, forbidding us to keep in the same old rut-beckoning us on- wardg for, as Tennyson says: Not in vain the distance beckons, Forward, forward let us range. But before we can press forward, we must take .great care in selecting the path that we would follow to that distant goal. Or if we do not find one that fits us, one that we feel sure will not lead us to our great aim, then we must make one of our own. For we 'nust not take the path of least resistance and simply drift along through life. Realiz- ing this, we have chosen as our motto- E'ither A Path or Make One. Tonight the class of 1926 leaves the beat- en thoronghfares of the Past, and enters up- on the great, uncharted Future. Thus far, through our school days, as a. class, we have followed the same path. the end of which we have now reached. Henceforth the ways will be apart and each will seek to choose, or make for himself, that long trail that will lead him successfully through the arena of Life, and at last to the height of his ideals. To betrer illustrate the choosing or mak- ing of that path, let us take this metaphor: An explorer is about to plunge into the un- known depfhs of a jungle above the high top of which, a lofty mountain can be seen in the distance. He- wishes to reach its summit, but there is no way to do so with- out crossing the intervening wilderness. It stretches away-illimitable, full of pitfalls and unseen dangers, presenting many an ob- stacle and difficulty in its crossing. At its edge are many trails and paths-deeply de- filed paths, less frequented paths, straight paths and crooked ones-paths leading everywhere, confusing in their numbers. Ah! how careful the explorer must be in choosing among them. He must try to avoid those that wander on endlessly, or those that lead him aside from his purpose. And yet, those that are the plainest, easiest to follow, and start in the most direct line for the mountain, may be the very ones t0 digress from their course, grow faint, and fade out altogether. If he cannot choose among these paths, his only other course is to make one himself, one that he knows will leadl him in the end to his mountain top. Life, too, is a great jungle, with the moun- tain of Success towering above it in the