Samuel D Hanson School - Crescent Yearbook (Buxton, ME)

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Ciba Crescent Z3 we made-a mistake, and so did Louise. There were two bottles on the washstand, and in the night she bathed her face for five minutes in purple ink. The girls scrubbed me with hard soap and pumice. I shall never forget that blundering mistake. I hope you are gaining every day and will soon see us again. I suppose that you get lots of letters. Hoping to see you soon, I am Your affectionate friend . LOUISE. Louisa SHACKFORD, '29, MY HEART'S DESIRE If I could have my heart's desire Of a cozy chair I'd never tire, In a little room, with a cozy nook In a little house by a babbling brook. With a glad heart I'd do the chores And many hours I'd be out of doors. Beside that little brook I'd wander, There my spare time I would squander. I'd love the house, the babbling brook, And that little room, with its cozy nook, How near my heart's desire it would seem If I had such a house beside a stream. If with that home I'm ever blest I'll be all ready to do the rest, I'll work and whistle a merry tune, Thru bleak December and sunny June. H. KENNETH SMITH. SNOW Beautiful snow, Hying so fast, C Where are you going, Borne by the blast. Over the meadow, over the lea, Over the mountains, Over land and sea. What is your mission? Tell us we pray. To make a blanket, For each little spray. GIULA TURNER, '27. l it mil QUIT J: 'ff x F--ek :V ,er--sf 1 'fl' '.--Lx .1xs.1-?-14:-.igffil X-' 1.4, I J T' ll -1 'f I

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2Z The Crescent Three years ago we were Freshmen, But the first year quickly passed. Though the Ideals formed that year, Are those that surely last. Next year they called us Sophies, And we felt we'd advanced a bit, For the Seniors did not compel us To bow and lift our hats. And now we are known as Juniors, Next year we'1l Seniors be, And though our joys be mixed with sorrow, A lively class we'll be The years we are here are guided, Through all our toil and strife, And 'twill help us on our journey When we hold the reins of life. ELSIE C. Focc, '27, Dear Sally: How are you getting along in the hos- pital? I should think the days would seem rather long when you are so sick. I suppose that it will be at least a month before you will be able to come back. In high school, I am still finding stum- bling blocks. In English for tomorrow we are asked to write an amusing com- position. Of course it has to be true to seem funny. I thought I would write about an incident which occurred a few years ago, in the winter. I don't think that I have ever told you about it. The year my cousins and I camped in the winter was exciting. We had so many accidents occurring all the time. As it happened, there was no school at that time, because our building was burned. It was after an exciting day when we were all ready for the night. As I got into bed, two thinks bothered me - first, my wisdom tooth felt as if it was going to ache again, and second, it was my turn to build the kitchen fire in the morning. My fears had a good foundation, for in the middle of the night I slipped out of bed. I bathed my face with some lotion that I found in the darkness. Finally, the pain grew less and I fell asleep. In the morning Sarah glanced at me and uttered a piercing shriek. I soon awoke and wanted to know what the matter was, when Caro- line said, Keep calm, Louise, dear, your face is badly swollen and inflamed, but we will send for a doctor right away. I jumped up hastily and looked in the mirror. Oh, dear! oh, dear! I cried. What shall I do? I am disfigured for life, and I wasn't good-looking before. The girls built the fires and warmed things. Someone went for Uncle john, who did not live far away. The girls were standing around my bed, when one of them tipped over my lotion. Then Sarah dragged from beneath the table a pint bottle of violet ink. just at that time Uncle John came. Let me see the poor child immedi- ately, he cried. But I had wound myself up in the sheets and was endeavoring to force a pillow into my mouth. Are you trying to play a joke on me ? he asked. His attire consisted of an undershirt, a pair of trousers, overshoes, a tall hat, and a gold headed cane, which he had quite unconsciously caught up in his hasty flight from his chamber. The fact is- Caroline answered, be- tween gasps, the fact is-Uncle John-