Scarborough High School - Four Corners Yearbook (Scarborough, ME)

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FOUR CORNERS 11 Let ’em have their city pleasures, Automobiles, dress and sicb, All them things are had for money; They can have ’em if they’re rich. I don’t want to be no lawyer, Never had no gift o gab, And uo other sech profession In the world that’s to be had. But I want to tell ye one thing, And it’s straight as Gospel Truth,— Down at our house we’re contented Underneath our humble roof. H. F. T. m Itc’er-Do Well Old Anthony, the Railroad King, Possessed a wayward son—for Kirk was Averse to doing anything; He simply didn’t know what work was. But one wild night it came to pass That while he lifted highballs mouthward Depraved companions doped his glass And shipped him sweetly sleeping southward. He found himself in Panama Without a cent, and debts accruing. He sent a cablegram to Pa, Who curtly answered “Nothing doing ' ” Then Mrs. Courtlandt took him up; That lovely lady politician Invited him to dine and sup And found him quite a good position. This married lady loved him well; But Kirk, our breezy young Albanian, Adored Gertrudis Garavel, A charming little Panamanian.

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10 FOUR CORNERS “The merchant of Venice went on the First Crusade.”—From a Sophomore History Paper. “Ovid was the historian who was an emperor and he wrote the con¬ spiracy of Cataline.”—Anon. “Louisiana was bought from France from Napoleon. He sold it because he needed the money.”—From a Senior History paper. Down at Our Rouse There’s a pleasure in the summer When a day’s hard work is done, And ye’re slowly ploddin’ home’ard At the time of settin’ sun, When ye see the skeeters dancin’ In the sun’s last slantin’ ray, As ye come up through the pasture At the closin’ of the day; And the cows are all a-chewin’ In a bunch around the gate, As though they kinder want t’ tell ye That ye’re jest a little late. When ye’ve finished chores and milkin’, Fed the horses and the roan, And the cows are munchin’ fodder In a low contented tone, There a sort of satisfaction And a sense of doin’ right Comes a-crawlin’ through yer makeup When ye close up for the night. Then ye pull up to the table With a hankerin’ for yer food; It’s the work it took to earn it Makes it taste so mighty good.

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12 FOUR CORNERS Rejected, Mrs. Courtlandt made The path of love such thorny treading That pansy-eyed Gertrudis laid Her hand in his in secret wedding. Now jealousy had done her work On Mrs. Courtlandt’s husband, Stephen, Who made a scene denouncing Kirk— A foolish way of getting even; For when he learned his bad mistake He shot himself in deep contrition— A course which only served to make Poor Kirk a mark for worse suspicion. Accused of murder, slandered, grieved,— Our hero ' s case was most distressing When Father Anthony arrived To clear his boy and give his blessing. Though none may doubt that Mr. Beach Can put a plot through all its paces, I wish our novelist would teach A kinder view of Southern Races. For if the Nation’s spirit feeds On everything that ' s said or written, In fine contempt for “lesser breeds” We’ll soon out-Britishize the Briton. P. E. H., ’12.