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

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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-

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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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The Crescent 21 SPRING I hear the school bells ringing, I hear the robins singing, Farewell to thee, old winter drear, Awake! for spring is here. The buds ware bursting forth in bloom, We have arisen from our gloom. Winter has gone, summer is near, Awake! for spring is here. The fields are showing coats of green And everywhere new life is seen. Arise, take up your arms of cheer, Awake! for spring is here. MABI-:L G. HARMON, '27. WHAT CARL DID Carl got his idea on a day when he went riding through a region noted for the beauty of its prosperous farm homes. I wish the places out our way looked more like this, he thought. Then the boy straightened his back. They could, too! It isn't what 'these houses and barns and yards cost that shows up so well, it's the way they-'re taken care of. Just getting rid of some weeds, replacing a few boards on the fences and picking up would do a lot to change the looks along our road. Some boys might have talked this up at home, and among the neighbors till they got a big clean-up campaign started. More would have thought there was nothing they could do about it. Carl wasn't like either of these. He didn't say a word, but that night he gave his own farm a keen looking over from the road. He tried to see it as a person would who came by for the first time. There was a thrifty old burdock right near the mail-box which suddenly seemed to be making all sorts of sneering charges against Carl and Car1's folks. A spade laid that low and Carl sprinkled coarse salt on the top of its tough roots. Other weeds joined the grandfather burdock to dry for a bonfire behind the garage. Your ashes will make us good ferti- lizer, he promised. Straightening the mail post and carting away a few cartloads of old cans and other rubbish left the door-yard looking so different that Carl was surprised. Some big shrubs at the west would add a lot to appearances, and those flowering honeysuckles down the lane would do as well as anything else. I could dig one or two myself late this fall or in the spring. Grandfather and Aunt Ida would let us have a handsome border and wind break of tarberry, too. Carl didn't get a chance to do several things he had planned because some of the older ones got ahead of him. The girls had done their part, or begun it, by washing the windows and putting up fresh curtains. Almost every day some- body did some little thing to improve the looks of the place. There was no money to spend for any costly changes. But all these little things showed re- sults. Best of all, the neighbors caught the spirit. Soon you would have won- dered what Was happening to the whole two-mile road-yes, and to the people that lived along it. Yet all that started it was one small boy who went riding with his eyes open. EVERETT D.w1s, 29.