Ricker Classical Institute - Aquilo Yearbook (Houlton, ME)

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ment should blast this abnormal thought. I shall ask you a question which, I think, doubts as to the idiocy should satisfy all of this statement. The question is: W'here would we be now if we treated the Jaips as we would have the .laps treat us? Phil Mclntosh i ll i ll ON GETTING UP EARLY Getting up early in the morning does not worry me to any great extent on the night before. Almost always, I decide to stay up just a little bit later to listen to just one more radio program. It seems that the mu- sic beween eleven and twelve o'c1ock at night always is the best. I can barely tear myself away from the sound of Harry James' band when the stroke of midnight resounds throughout the house. However, I must eventually go upstairs. I am never too tired to go through my nightly routine of not one but two hundred strokes when brushing my hair. Then my teeth must be brushed and my face scrubbed. After all this, I fall into bed about one a. m. Time to get ufp, dear. A pause. Then a little louder. Tim-e to get up, dear! I,open one eye, turn over, .pu-ll the covers up over my head, and go back to sleep. Ohhh! Where have the covers gone! Is it cold. My mother has come upstairs and is using her most effective method of pulling the covers away from me to get me out of bed. Mother, just five more minutes, please? Oh, mother, please! We-e-ll, all right. But mind you, just five more minutes! Oh, five more minutes to snuggle happily under the toastly warm hedclothes again. A delightful haze then blots out all thoughts the brain may have been turning over. Five minutes are up! Oh, that hit like a hammer in my poor defenseless ears. As I start to mumble sleepily, a voice cuts iu, Oh, no, you are not going to stay in bed just five more more minutes! Positive- ly, no! Get up! Okay, okay, I'm getting up, I grumble as I hear purposeful footsteps pounding in the direction of the stairway. I struggle to get both eyes open. When I have had a bit ot' success, I venture one foot out of bed. I-t touches the floor. Then the other foot 31 joins it, and both feet seek the comforting warmth of slippers. Then I raise myself to a sitting position. But I don't really realize how terribly miserable I am until I stand ulp. Bam! I hit the bathroom door. Now, how I get there every morning I don't know. I think I doze while going from my bed- room to the bathroom door. And the door is always closed! Every morning my at- temlpts to walk through that closed door are thwarted, and the result is I have a bump on my forehead all day long to remind me of my misfortune. When I get inside 'il opened the door, of coursel I wash my face and slap cold water on it to wake me more thoroughly. This splashing usually wakes me up enough to make a solemn vow that I will go to bed early tonight. But even I am getting rather tired of this vow. It is getting to be a morning habit, but, so far, it has not made me go to bed any earlier. Maybe I should make my vow at night. Dorothy Sweet U 8 8 l ON BEING TALL I can hear them .saying now, Why, Miriam how you have grown! You're such a big girl now. I remember you when you were no higher than that. Don't they suppose that I know how tall I am without their telling me? My mother is always fretting and fuming about my clothes. I can't find anything long enough for you, she lamets. Everything you buy has to be lengthened. Being tall, of course, has some advan- tages. When I am in a crowded place where everyone is trying to see something, I tower above the rest of the poor people an-d see it all. By using my long legs, I can also run very fast. Short people have to take about five steps to my one. I can reach top shelves without using a chair and can turn on any light that hangs from the ceiling without any effort whatsoever, Whereas short people practically tear themselves out of joint just to try to grasp the chair. Every once in a while I get the phrase slung at me, How's the weather up there? I always have an answer, however, such as, lit must be awfully stale down there by the

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by a form of telepathy. This method, I suppose, could have been a great form of embarrassment to them, if they had ever known the conveniences of speech to con- ceal thoughts. On the whole though, tele- pathy seems just as natural to them as it appears unnatural to me. Now, I shall tell you about my friends who reside in the most impressive and scintillating palace in the land. Indeed, I had to wear dark glasses to protect my eyes from the glaring marble. First there is Queen Totara, the niece of Zoark. By our standards of beauty Totara would have been called grotesque, but by the Saturn- ite's criterion, she was considered quite a dainty fragment of feminity. One could tell the queen had borne much grief, by the swollen tear sacs under her eyes, and the xyelltowish tinge 'to her -complexion-this is their sign of anemia, lack of chloro- corpuscles, and a run down condition. Strangely enough, this did not detract from her beauty, but added to it. I was made happy when all these unhealthy signs were eradicated upon the joyous homecoming of her long-lost brother, the cause of her grief. Then there is King Durog, Totara's hus- band who is beloved by all his subjects. He treated me so royally that I almost re- fused to return to prosaic earth. Oh, there are many others, too numerous to mention and some of the unbelievable things we did, I shall never forget. Now, you, no doubt, are wondering a- bout my mode of transportation to Saturn, and how I was able to acclimate myself to the land. Although I hate to embarrass my brother so unmer-cifully, I feel I have no other alternative. I'm sure he'll understand. Having very peculiar features and a body which has merited him the nickname of Misfit, my brother has had to endure in- sulting comparisons between himself and many monsters, 'including Dracula and Frankenstein. At last, when he could no longer bear the torments, he revealed, by method of sign language as he is a mute, his true identity. Misfit was the nephew of Zoark, and the brother of Totara. As a child his mother had dropped him on his head to earth, whereupon, my mother, a very kindly soul, adopted him. Misfit had communicated with Zoark by telepathy and Zoark had sent a sutper-rocket-space ship to take him back to Saturn. By that time, Misfit and I had become fast friends, so he Invited me to come and visit his real family. I was a bit wary at first because I did not think I could exist ln such a foreign environment. Misfit as- sured me that his uncle had a special meth- od that would keep me quite safe and make my sojourn pleasant. Then I eagerly ac- cepted his invitation. Sure enough, when I arrived Zoark gave me--well, now, I prom- ised never to reveal that part of the secret. Mary Ann Petrula l l 1 I QUOTATIONS People, for some unextpllainable reason, like to repeat the sayings of some dead and nearly forgotten man in place of using their own brains to think of new ones. Why people quote these abominable sayings, which are usually dry and misleading. is something I cannot understand. Let us take two quotations which, I be- lieve, contradict each other. They are: Haste makes waste and, Make hay while the sun shines. Now, the first of these tells you to be deliberate in what you do while the other instructs you to waste no time in getting thingvs done. I'm looking at it this way, one or the other, must be wrong. You may take any selection that you want. Another proverb that I think Is -alright is: Never leave off till tomorrow what you can do today. I believe this is true be- cause a good many students leave off till tomorrow what they should have done to- day. You can find these students by look- ing on the D list. One which I totally disagree with is the one that says: Eat an apple a day and keep the doctor away. Now, that is abso- lutely silly. What doctor would tell you to eat an apple to keep him away? Besides l have eaten lots of apples and I still get sick. No, I don't think that saying is very truthful. But you could change it so it Would be by Saying, Eat an onion a day and keep everyone away. Another quotation that I don't think should be used is, Do unto others what you would have others do unto you. This is all very well for some people, but it is really silly for the most part. One state

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looks of the people who live there. This keeps them dwindled down to their size for a while. There is, however, one grave disadvantage in being tall. This can be stated in three letters- Men , I wouldn't want to be seen with a man shorter than myslf. When a man is being discussed, the first question I ask is How tall is he? If he s too short, I drop the question right there: but if he meets my requirements, I begin to sit up and take notice of the dis- cussion and ask many more questions abou-t this rare individual. When a short man asks me to dance, I make some sort of an excuse to get out of it: but when a tall one comes along I'm all ready and rarin to go. My one ambition is to wear high heels. Vwhen I find a man who meas- ures six feet, six, I intend to realize my ambition. Then the small guys and gals can go fry while Us tall people go on our merry way. Miriam Baxter at 4 1 W BOOGI E-WOOGIE Boogie. as you may know, is a hot swingy type of music. Like the detective story in fiction, it is America's brain child. No one person can take the form in wfhich it exists todlay. However, boogie most probably originated with the negro, who, in his love of rhyme fitted together various chords in a swingy and rhythmical pattern, laying tihe foundation on which many have built. Probably the piano is best for playing boogie, although most instruments are suit- able. With its wide range of keys, the piano offers endless possibilities for im- provisatlons and elaborations. There are various types of boogie, but it can be divided into two main classes- slow and fast boogie. In the slow tylpe of boogie, the music is mod-erately slow, and depends upon a swingy manner of playing for its rhythm. Fast explains itself: it is played as fast as possible, strictly 8-to-the bar, that is the music is played very evenly. Under the latter classification I think the honky tonk effect in boogie deserves special mention. It is the most difficult of all boogie to play as it is extremely fast, and the left hand plays chords throughout 32 demanding a very strong and supple wrist. This type of boogie is suggestive of the waterfront cafe, where it p1'obably originated. Some addicts suggest that a piano slightly out of tune is best for playing boogie, so before you call in that piano tuner, why not consider boogie-Woogie? Elizabeth Baker F 11 t t A STORY WITH A MORAL This is the story of Lewellyn C. Hughes Lewellyn was just a little blushing v.iolet with an advanced inferiority complex that was farbigger than he. In fact, when people first met him. all they could see was that enormous sense of inferiority and usually it scared tlhem so that they dldn't bother to look any further. But these people miss- ed a lot, as you will see. Lewellyn had snapping black eyes with dark curly eye-lashes, a beautiful smile. and blonde curly hair. But you didn't no- tice his eyes unless you looked a second time because he sported rimmed glasses, and you smile either because he smile much. A girl named Marilyn sat across from Lewellyn in his ancient history class. She had a nice smile and blue eyes and hair that wasn't quite blonde, but it wasn't brown either. One day when her pencil dropped on the floor and they bumped their heads when they both stooped at the same time to recover it, Marilyn smiled to show that she held no grudge and Lew- el1yn's heart beat a little faster and knew that it had haprpened. He had fallen in love. From that day on, Lewellyn set Marilyn up on a pedestal and worshipped her, but always from a distance. He tried to ask her to have a col-re with him once, but he stammered and blushed and finally asked what their next assignment was in ancient history. And so things went from bad to worse. 'Ilhen, one day, as he was walking down the street, he saw a small card in one of the store windows. After reading it, he walked on, but what a change there was in him. He walked straighter, his head held high, and his hands thrust deep in-to his pockets. a pair of horn- didn't notice his was too shy to