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

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Glibe Crescent 21 seen her sister fall, did not think about her being hurt, as they had often fallen before. She started down the hill toward her, wondering why Margy didn't get up. Beth soon reached the place where her sister was lying and seeing the pained look on her face, tried to stop. She jerked her skis in doing this and broke the strap on one. As the winter had been an extremely hard one, the snow was so deep that it made it almost impossible for anyone to walk unless he was on skis or snowshoes. Well, we are in fora lovely time, I must say, dryly remarked Margy, who always looked on the bright side of things, even though her ankle was paining her dreadfully, here we are! one can't walk and the other hasn't anything to walk on. But what shall we do? said Beth, who looked ahead farther than her sister. We can't stay here all night. Why all the gloomy talk? said a voice behind them and the girls, looking back. saw one of the high school boys who had always been a friend to them. but who had never seemed to' be quite such a good friend until they saw him coming toward them. Together they ex- plained to him what had happened and he managed to fix Beth's ski well enough for her to walk home on, and after a little struggle, he and Beth managed to get Margy home. After the doctor had fixed Margy's ankle and she and Beth were sitting be- fore the fire, Beth remarked, Well! I guess we have had enough excitement to- day, to which Margy, for once, silently agreed. LENORA BERRY, '29. -1- A THANKSGIVING IN THE COUNTRY When I was thirteen years old my great-aunt invited me to spend Thanks- giving with her at her home in the coun- try. I had never seen my great-aunt, but I thought of her as a feeble old lady liv- ing in the country where she did not know much about modern ways. I was put in the care of a lady who was going to the station where I had to get off and take the stage. She knew the stage-driver and said that she would see me started all right on the stage. The only other passenger on the stage was an elderly woman who said that she was going to another town to keep house for a man and his sister. She was very talkative. She said, I hope they like stuffed meats. I always did like stuffed meats. Does your mother raise sage ? No, she doesn't, I replied. I live in the city and we don't have a garden. Oh, indeed ! Drawing her shawl around her and eyeing me a little critically she said, I have a nice dolman like the panel in my skirt. Perhaps you noticed the velvet panel in my skirt, but my daughter thought I had better wear the shawl go- ing in the stage. Then smoothing out her gloves she said, I have some new kid gloves that I have never had on, but my daughter thought I had better wear these going in the stage. She was quiet

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Z0 The Gllrzsnent earnest that after minutes that seemed hours to Jane, she followed. When they reached the back stairs a glance told Jane it was too late. She shut the door that led down the back stairs and opened the window near the fire escape. The timid one was encouraged by these words, Come on. the others are waiting for us. Jane climbed out first and then helped her companion. When Eliz-abeth saw the people rush- ing around the house and heard the men shouting she became afraid, but she started down with jane. They had gone only a few steps when smoke came pour- ing from the window below them. The girl would have fallen if ,lane had not caught her. Soon someone from below came and helped the girls to the ground. A few days l-ater a very submissive Elizabeth came to jane to ask her pardon. Among other things she said that she would give all she possessed to have ,lane's disposition. If it was to be exchanged. laughed jane, HI would give it to you, but I know that if you try, you can feel the same way toward people. But how ? said Elizabeth. Well, I don't have any fixed rules. f You just try to forget the things you don't like about people and remember only the good things. I be- lieve that is what you have always done, said Elizabeth, and if I can get as much fun out of life and have as many friends as you do, I will do as you say. Everyone wondered at the change in Elizabeth, but few knew the real reason. GIULA TURNER, '27, AN ADVENTURE Oh, dear, sighed Margy Morris to her sister Beth, who was reading a new book and plainly showed that she did not want to be disturbed, Everything has been so dull and dreary lately. I wish something exciting would happen. Well, calmly returned Beth. just what do you mean by excitement? Didn't we have a good time yesterday after- noon P Oh, yes, of course, but I mean ex- citement! What happened yesterday that you could really call excitement? I'll tell you l she exclaimed, let's go skiing. Maybe we can have a little fun. We can fall down, anyway. All right, agreed Beth, who was not altogether overjoyed at the thought of leaving her story, but was always ready to please her sister. The two girls, arm in arm, soon left to go to a hill where it was good skiing and which was about a mile and a half from where the girls lived. Their father and mother had gone to visit their mother's sister and so the two girls were staying at home alone, except for the two servants who had become almost like their own family. As the girls were having a Vaca- tion, they often found time on their hands that they didn't know what to do with. Margy and Beth soon reached the hill and had taken several slides when Margy, going over a small hill, lost her balance and fell down, bending her ankle under her. At first she thought it was only hurt a little, but when she tried to rise she knew it must be sprained. Beth, who 'had

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1-.-W Z U.,-Y, , F. W V 22 Ulibe Qlftessent for a while. Then she said, 'fDid you ever have trouble with your stomach? I used to have a great deal of trouble with indigestion, and my doctor advised me to smoke occasionally. I know it's a bad habit, but I can't Seem to leave off now. Would it be offensive to you if I had a little smoke? I always smoke going down through these woods and Joe, the driver, knows about it. Oh, no, I said. So she lighted her pipe, and after her little smoke she seemed much happier. I arrived at my destination about eleven o'clock, and was greeted by my -aunt, who was very different from what I had pic- tured her. Instead of being old and feeble as I thought she would be, she was erect and very active. She took me into the living-room, where there was a big fire in the fireplace. VV.e soon had dinner and I was intro- duced to my Uncle Mark. After dinner Uncle Mark invited me to go out to the barn with him to see the animals. On the way we were greeted by a big turkey gobbler. I kept pretty close to Uncle Mark. There were horses, cows, sheep. pigs. hens and turkeys. I had never seen so many animals before. I asked Uncle Mark which cow gave the buttermilk. He laughed good-naturedly and said, If you stay a few days you'll see where we get the buttermilk. In the evening we were entertained by the radio. I was surprised to find that they had a nice radio and were well in- formed in regard to what was going on in the world. I felt a little lonely when my aunt bade me good-night. But the bed was so comfortable and I was so tired that I soon fell asleep. The next day was Thanksgiving. Aunt -Iane's son and his wife and two children came, a girl -about my age and a boy younger. I liked Betty and we had a good time together. We had a wonderful dinner. A big turkey and all the good things that go with it. In the afternoon we played games and walked all over the farm. I learned many things about life in the country that I had not known be- fore. Betty stayed all night. She slept with me and we talked and talked until we fell asleep. Friday morning Aunt 'lane churned and I found out where the buttermilk came from. At two o'clock the stage came along and I started on my journey home. Aunt jane told the stage-driver to see that I got on the train all right. I had a delightful time, and I went home a wiser girl for the visit. I have learned that, although country people may be ignorant of some of the city ways. there are just as many things in the coun- try of which city people are ignorant. Louisa J. SHACKFORD, '29. AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A BOOK About a month after I was printed, I was bought out of a book store and put into a box and sent to New York to a little girl whose birthday was coming very soon. She received me with great jov ON