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

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20 Ulibe Crescent under her arm. She stumbled over a chair and the contents of her basket spilled upon the floor. O my land! she cried, My specs was in there! Catch 'em 'fore they break. Then there was a scramble while both Sally and she tried to rescue the specs. Finally, after they were found, Amanda collected her senses, put on her glasses, and began to pick up the scattered con- tents of her work-basket, which comprised a bottle of smelling salts, a memorandum book, scissors, needles and pins, a thimble and a half completed sweeping- cap, which Amanda was a-making a Christ- mas present fur somebudyf' A little later Becky Smith, who is very fat, came in puffing like a steam engine and sank into a chair, but arose imme- diately on hearing Amanda exclaim: Becky Smith, you're settin' on my best Sunday-go-to-meetin' hat that I jes' paid fifty cents to have made over! Becky, very red in the face and still puffing, took otT her hat, found another seat, and began to sew as if her life depended on it, while Amanda rescued the hat and turned her back on Becky. When the last member of the Aid had arrived, they began gossiping about the town. Becky was the first to speak. Sarah Simpkins told me that her uncle's sister's cousin's grandfather - - - ! No, that ain't right, Becky Smith,and you know it, too, said Amanda. You're always getting things twisted. You try to tell things that you don't know nothing 'bout. She told me - - - ! ! What ! returned Becky. You mean to tell me that I don't know what I'm a-talking about ? Yes, I do, snapped Amanda, and I guess everybody knows it. All right, I won't belong to this Ladies' Aid another day, Amanda Per- kins, not if you beg me on your bended knees, so there! Then she rose haughtily to go, but was pulled back and pushed into a chair, while the others started the gossiping again, to quiet her. Ebba Rodkins nudged I-Iepsibah Wil- liams and asked her if she tho't they were going to have anything to eat. Hep- sibah said she didn't think they was. However, Ebba was determined to find out, so she said to Sally, the hostess. Have you ever tried any of that cake that they call Radio Cake, Sally ? My land, no! replied Sally, and I shouldn't want to, neither, next thing you know they will be having earthquake cakes. That makes me think-I really forgot all about it-but I was a-goin' to serve some refreshments, and I will yet if you jes' wait a few minutes. She went to the kitchen and in a few minutes returned with refreshments. Conversation hummed for a few min- utes smoothly until Julia I-lull jumped up and upset a cup of coffee on Cornelia Covel's black silk dress. This closed the activities of the after- noon, and they all went home to gossip about the day the Ladies' Aid met at Sally WiIcox's house. Louisa W.txTERM.xN, '26,

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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.

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Ghz fllrzsrznt 19 had tiold the boys that this boat belonged either to bootleggers or robbers. Late in the afternoon, a motor-boat came speeding down the lake. It passed, then it turned and came back, but this time slower, for it must have seen the camp of the boys, so it turned and came in toward the shore. As the boat came up, the boys saw three men, and one had a rifie, which he seemed to keep pointed towards them. This made them very un- comfortable, but they could do nothing. As the men came up the bank, they seemed to be looking for someone that they did not see. At last, the man who had the gun said, I guess we had the wrong party, but could you boys tell us about a queer looking craft ? The boys' hearts jumped with joy, for they knew that the men were officers and were looking for the boat that had dis- appeared so strangely. Now they could be a help, so quickly Jack told them all that they had seen. This appeared to please the officers, who told the boys that if they could take them to the entrance of the cove, the reward would be divided between them. But before starting, the chief said they might have to fight so they had better take their rifles. In a few minutes the boys were ready, and they started toward the entrance of the cove, but the officers were surprised when jack said, Straight ahead, right into the bank. But again they were sur- prised when the bank moved and they found themselves in a cove, at the upper end of which was the craft, with men working about it. They landed and started on foot toward the boat, but keep- ing out of sight and making as little noise as possible. When almost up to the men, the first ofiicer stepped into the open and shouted, Hands up. Without a word, the men obeyed and were soon handcuffed. After looking around, they found a well-like hole in the bank, where there were many gallons of liquor. This they left, but took the captured men and were soon on their way home. A week after they had returned, a letter containing a check of one hundred dollars was received by each boy. This was his share of the reward. The next trip will no-t be taken by canoes, but by auto. THE SUNSET Did ever you see Anything to compare With the sunset which glows So bright and so fair? No artist e'er painted A picture so rare As the one God hangs In the sky over there. How I love to gaze, When the day is done, At the sunset of evening, And the cloud whose course is run. Yom L. TURNER, '27. THE LADIES' AID Tuesday is Ladies' Aid day, and I wonder if anyone ever heard such a con- versation as that which took place at Sally Wilcox's when all the old maids of the town met at her house. The first to arrive was Amanda Per- kins, who came in with her work-basket