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

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wb: Crescent 15 CAMP GROUND, Oss1PEE, ME., Dec. 13, 1925. Dear Mary: Thank you for your most welcome let- ter. I was glad to hear that you liked our experience at the ice house and want to hear more of our trips. We had the Carnival Friday, Dec. 4, everything went fine. We girls got a good score of 34 points. Rochester was 3 points behind. I came in second in the third round on the Champion Skier. You sure don't want to miss coming with us next year. Yesterday morning we started on a hike up Ossipee Hill. It is about three miles from here fthe Camp Groundsl. Ten of us girls went, and three guards. We were rather heavily loaded, for we took both snowshoes and skis so that we could snowshoe up and ski back, and of course we all carried a lunch, not know- ing what time we would return. As we were going through the woods, we had a guessing match, to see who could recognize the most trees and birds. There wasn't a great variety of trees, but say, you would be surprised to see the many birds that were out. I saw a blue jay, blackbird, I-'fnglish sparrow, crow and a great number of snow birds. We reached the top of the hill about noon. I had noticed the Lookout Station -it can be seen for miles around, you know-and had been thinking how much I would like to go in. I was the first to approach the subject, saying, Let's go up to the Lookout Station, it is only a little way from here. They all agreed, so. we started. The Station is rounded by little a glass house, sur- pine trees. As we mounted the path, the pines seemed to be singing a song of Welcome to us. Not knowing whether we could get in or not, we knocked at the door and waited for a few minutes. There was no bell, so we couldn't ring. We knocked again. Thump! Thump l was the echo. We looked in at the windows and there sat a man writing at a desk. He appeared to be in deep thought. Slowly he raised his head, when he heard the echo, and, turning toward the door, rose and quickly came forward with a welcome greeting. We all shouted. How do you do. This gentleman invited us in. We dropped both snowshoes and skis and entered. One corner of the room was parted oil' with wood and curtains. This was his sitting-room. By his desk were some maps hanging from the wall. These were of ditlferent sections of this part of the country. Inside the house were a great many wires, parallel, around the room. Mr. Palmer asked us to please excuse him a minute, because he was trying to locate a fire set by a train. We waited about five minutes. Then he looked up and smiled, saying that it wasn't in his section, and was not a bad tire. We were told while we were there that the work had to be attended to and the operators were not supposed to leave the Station when on duty. At Mr. Palmer's desk was an operator's board, with all the sections given by names and by number. The drops on the board were of different colors. When there was a fire anywhere in his section, one of these colored drops

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16 The Crescent would ring and drop down. At the base of the board was a plug, connected with wires and connected with the drops. These are fitted into the drops and are used to locate the fire. We were also told that the Station was to be closed January, 1926, for a short time during the coldest of the weather. After eating our lunch, we had a glorious ski race down over the hill back to Camp. We are coming home in about a week, and I will see you then. As ever, your friend JANE. MILDRED C. THOMPSON, '28. THE PROOF Now, the story begins with two old maids, Miss Martha Pentington and Miss Janet Williams, who were about sixty years of age and each with so much money that she did not know what to do with it. Miss Martha, or Aunt Martha, as she is known to her friends, is one of the jolly, goodnatured people always ready to do a kind deed, and one who believes in giving the young folks a chance in life. Miss Janet, on the other hand, is just the opposite type from Aunt Martha. She is very stern and seldom smiles. It would take the funniest of all funny jokes to make her crack a smile, to say nothing of causing her to give a hearty laugh. As to the young folks, she be- lieves that they are too gay, that they should have more work to do to offset the play. These ladies lived in a house of me- dium size, nothing very fancy, but a very neat looking place, where they might enjoy a quiet and simple life together. It seemed the previous night, as they were sitting before the fireplace, they had discussed money affairs. That is, who was to have their money when they were gone. Well, said Aunt Martha in opening the conversation that evening, I have a plan all worked out to see my money in good hands, making someone's future happy, and I shall also prove to you that there are young folks in this world to-day who have a little backbone and who think of something besides pleasure. Oh, said Miss Janet, I expect you're going to do some great thing, I might just as well listen now to your silly scheme as to wait a week, I suppose. Janet, said Martha, do you remem- ber Mrs. jones telling about that girl at Bantomville who has no parents or any- one to look after her P Yes, of course, but what has that to do with what we were just talking about ? just this, answered Aunt Martha. I'm going to have that girl come to live with us, pretending that we are very poor, that we can give her a roof to cover her head if she'll earn enough working after- noons and after school closes to help support us. Oh, dear, said Miss Janet, I can see how the house will be in an uproar all the time, but I know that if you get

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14 The Qliresrent to write. They spent their whole lives on their manuscripts, writing in absolute silence in order that nothing should dis- tract their iattention, caulsing them to make a mistake, and no handwriting was ever produced more perfect or more beautiful than theirs. The name of its writer has never been found on any of these mediaeval manuscripts, but these anonymous scholars should be remem- bered with gratitude. MABEL G. I-IARMON, '2'?'. THE B. H. S. OF TODAY O stately mansion, stern and high, To thee we gaze with tender eye, Within thy walls so pure and gray, Is the B. H. S. of the present day. This mansion did our sixes erect, That we might learn of every sect, That we might learn of knowledge's power, And be prepared for nature's bower. Teachers, pupils, comrades all, May we unite in joyous thrall, To strive in truth, without a jest, For B. H. S. to do our best. MABEL G. HARMON, Class of '27. CAMP GROUNDS, OSSIPEE, ME., ' Dec. 6, 1925. My dear Mary: I am sorry that I couldn't see you to bid you good-bye, but never mind, I shall be back in two weeks or so. We had a wonderful time coming from Bar Mills up here to the Camp Ground. There are twelve of us girls, three guards, and the teamster. The snow was quite deep. making it hard for the horses. How the bells sounded through the pines, and the echo of the old teamster's voice shouting, Get-dap l Get-dap ! How wonder- ful nature is! When we reached Waterboro Ice House, we stopped to watch the process of ice cutting. First the snow is cleared from the ice, by a snow dray, as they call it. Then the ice is cut by a large machine saw, which is run by electricity. There has to be three men tending this saw, to see that it doesn't get blocked. After the ice is cut, there are men to take it from the pond and slide it into the slide-bench. The slide-bench is about two feet from the saw. After the ice is placed in the slide, an electric motor forces the ice from the pond to the ice house. When it comes to the trap door, two men are waiting with long ice picks. ready to give the ice a push so as to help it down the slide. The slide is very curved and has many corners. At each curve, or corner, there are two men with ice picks ready to give the ice a push. After the ice reaches the lower trap door. it passes down a chute into the store- house, and there is packed with sawdust. VV e were not allowed to enter the ice house alone. so one of the guards went with us. He told us this whole process of ice packing. Don't you think it is in- teresting? After the Carnival next week we plan to take a trip up Ossipee Hill. The girls all send their love. Hoping to hear from you soon, I am Your friend, JANE.