Rockport High School - Tatler Yearbook (Rockport, ME)

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THE TATLICR I 9 wiere graduating today. liver sinee Marie was a little girl she had wanted to go away to school and study literary work. XYith a lot ot' studying she would create something great--maybe win the Nohel Prize. Not that Marie eraved for publicity and fame, she only wanted to hring pleasure to others through her writing. She believed in herselt' and that was half the battle. Just then a door opened. that tumbled a boy of twelve with red hair and freckles. Ile had des- pair in his young fare. -X gloomy look that should never he there. Sis! Sis! where are you? Mother is worse. She has tainted again. XVith sickened t'ear Marie hurried into the shabby little house. There hall' on and halt' oft' the eonrh lay a sweet pale fared woman with faded blue eyes. I'll go eall Dr, Parkeru, said a bewildered boy with tears in his eyes. Ile wasnt going to lose good old Mum was he? Not when he had lost llad. Of course he was man ot' the house now. VVhat would Sis and he do without her? - .lust then a weak voice came from lh-e couch and interrupted his thoughts here children, I want to Come talk and there isn't much time. afraid, it's all right. I'll your Father, and I have l'lon t. be he with missed him so much. - Two children came with tear filled eyes and knelt. beside their mother. U There is a letter in my top draw- er, and as soon as I am gone, mail it, because the papers belong to my tiather. Marie, you take care of yourself and little Patrick for a little while wont you? Children, always remember what - I - have taught you - She closed her 'eyes and they thought she was asleep. Then she opened her eyes and managed to say: Always believe in God no matter how hard the road, my dear child- renf, With those departing words and a heavenly smile she left her two young children, That had been three months ago. Now they were with a grandfather. They never knew they had one. They lived in a palace it seemed to them. Most of all Marie was hap- pier than she had been since her father died. She was being reward- ed for giving up all for her' mother and brother. Her dear new grand- father was letting her go to college. Edith Cavanaugh, '41 HIGH SCHOOL AN OPPORTUNITY Some boys and girls seem to think that High School is a duty instead ot' an opportunity, One should go to high school to learn, not to annoy others. Some pupils think it hurts the teachers when they have unprepared lessons, but that is un-true, the teachers al- ready know the material, and are trying to broaden our knowledge of it. Pupils should cooperate with their teachers if they are going to make the best of this excellent op-

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I Literary Department ' in AFTER GRADUATION WHAT? All our lligli Srhool stud:-nts should lu- anlhitious for Iiiglu-r edu- ratiou. Xvllvll we had a guost onre who asked how many stlulontswvra- going to coll:-ga, not lilly por 04-nt oi' us stood up. Thr soarrity ot' pu- pils llltt'l'l1SIt'll in college and busi- noss sn-Iiool may lu- duo to tinanrial standing ttlt'l'l'-S a lt' you sm-nd away for a 1-atalogum-, talu- a rolls-go 1-ourso or lmusinvss 1-ourso or XVllEltPVl'l' showing t.hat you are interest:-d and want to improv:-. It' at tho and ot' your four yvars you find tliert- is still no way to go4tl1is l doubt ve-ry inurli--at least you haw trite-d and hut 'tVVln-rr tlwre-'s a will way. ara iiitm-ostn-tl in a Oollrgv is ll'l't'0SSill'f'. lie-gin hy planuvd For it. lt' you ara almlo to go you ara all rvady as far as vnitranrv 4-re-dits and pre-parations arm- ronrornvd. llpi-Ng. to your success! Josophinv Pitts, '10, YOU CAN, IF YOU WILL .Xl-llivye-nu-nts are- In-yor won hy individuals who say that a thing: Cannot hm- donv. Because- ont- has not aa-4-oniplislwd an olijrotiw is no rt-ason that it rannot lw dono. lt is a wry poor rc-ason, The- gm-a.t0st, yirtorios and triumphs won in the world we-rc lm- srt liy ditllc-llltii-s. Thr t'af't that thoy ware- lll'Htit'S thvni lll0l'1' glori- ous. 'I'lu'sm- notalilr yirtorivs worn- won lay pn-oplv who said I ran. 'Plwy we-rv willing to nialiv an al- trnipt. Books toaoh ns inurh hut tlwra- is mnrh that hooks 1-annol trach ns. NVQ niust lu- our own teavhvr. Only hy many attf-nipts and Failures do wo avoomplish and le-arn many things. 'I'In- boundary liuf- lwtwcen I can and l rant' is tho grave-yzu'ci oi' lost opporlnnitirs of lifv. lt is also the hirthplarf- ot' pt-rsistrm-i-, -IbPl'SPVOI'illll'l', and finally Slll'C'l'SS. No one 1-vm' SIIPPOPYIS until hr has had sonu- failurf-s and disappoint- nu-nts, Lot us faro lift- as it is, improvi- ronditions it' tlmy ara unt'ayoralile' and tako our stop at a tinio. It' prohlt-ms arism- XVl'll'0llIf' tht-in and alt:-mpt to solw Ihr-nn. Say that you 1-an do it. Your will powrr will prow that you CAN do it. Blanrlm Collins, TIN' Flllitor. ALL GOOD THINGS ls it odd for a girl only ninvtrvn lo want to support a family ot' two? That is what Mario askod lmrsolf. .XIII Iirr frirnds did, lint fortunately llwy had a t'at.In'r with nionry to se-nd tlirni to 1-ollogzr. Alirr and Sue

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lo 'I'l'l li T portunity of learning. I am sure that each and every one of us should th-ank our parents, the citizens ot' Prockport, for building this splendid institution of knowl- edge for us that we may hecomc het- ter citizens, Norma Hoyle, 42. IN AN OLD GRAVEYARD At the close of a weary day, I longed to he out in the splendor of tiod's world to refresh my mind. As I Walked along at ai leisurely gait, my thoughts occupied with the wonders of nature, I turned in at the old graveyard gate. I strolled up and down the lanes pausing at intervals at the old grayed grave stones which had weathered the storms during centuries, and now and then at the newly made mounds of later years. Becoming weary, I sat down on the soft green grass. A peculiar sort of peace stole over me and in utter silence a figure was approaching me in white raiment and a long white beard. l-le hegan to speak with a yoiee full of wisdom and tenderness, 'tSuffer me a little, and I will show thee that I have yet to speak in Gods behalf. If ye ohey and serve llim thou shalt spend thy days in prosperity . Having thus informed me, he faded in the distance. Following him came a fair young child with an air ot' purity and radiance. She spoke softly. God's people shall dwell in quiet resting places , .X'l'l.l'Ilt Soon the chi-ld was surrounded with all the saints of the ages. It was a vision glorious to hehold. The heavenly hosts with their long flow- ing garments of white and with up- lifted faces chanted softly. 'i'l'he saints are joyful in glory: they sing aloud high praises in God The vision vanished and I found myself lying on the soft green grass gazing into the star spangled sky. It was only a dream hilt it re- mained with me eomfonting me after a toilsome day. I turned my face honieward and hack to a world of sorrow, struggle, laughter, and tears, repeating, tl will walk hefore the Lord in the land of the living,' that I may some day join that heavenly host . Blanche Collins, Tilt. THE FIRST RAINBOW Once upon a time, when the world was still young, there lived in that far-away land in the clouds a heauti- ful young princess names Amaryl- lis. Her hair was like a hit of night caught and hound: her eyes were dark as the mid-night. sky and as sparkling as the stars that stud it: her skin was as velvety as the flower for which she was named: her movements as graceful as the white swans that swam in the palace gar- dens, Now she loved heautiful colors: the bright flowers that nodded gent- ly in the palace gardens: the pastel tints of the morning sky: the gor- geous rich colors of the sunset. llut most of all she loved heautiful