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

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FOUR CORNERS 5 light. He stepped to the bureau and glanced into the mirror. There on his necktie was a clear-cut stencil design of Cleopatra’s cheeks, lips, and eye-brows. The next day Cleopatra received a note, which ran as follows: My Darling:— I’m called to the city on business. I will be back Saturday. Please meet me at the church and: In the gloaming, oh my darling. When the lights are diin and low; That your face is powder painted, How am I. sweetheart, to know? Twice a month, 1 have to bundle All the neckties I possess. To the cleaners. Won’t you, darling, Love me more, and powder less? Your own, Nicotopolus. M. H. L., ’22. ROME. Rome was not always a beautiful city; there was a time when she consisted only of wild hills where different savage tribes fought, lived, and died on her primitive bosom, but, as these tribes were made up of human beings, they instinctively pushed forward. They began to build and think intelligently; it was a slow progress, but every generation acquired a little more knowledge. Gradually a city sprang up. very crude at first, but it was a beginning, and everything has to start. They were’ a strong, intelligent, promis¬ ing people, superstititious, but neverthe¬ less intelligent. They soon became fore¬ most of all European nations. These people were very persistent in health training, which demonstrated why it was that they grew to be so supreme, both in strength and intellect; for without health any nation is helpless. In Rome were built the most magnifi¬ cent buildings that were ever constructed within human memory; the beautifully built homes alone are to be marveled at. But her public buildings are beyond our comprehension! So wonderfully were they put together, that to this day, when man is claimed to be so superior, no one understands how they were constructed. The Romans were very intelligent, even brilliant. They gave much thought to their nation, but under all, their heart was in their homes. Had it not been for the influence of the later rulers of Rome, and the degeneration of the race caused by foreign wars, she would, most certain¬ ly, have been a nation of today. But Rome fell, not because of weak minds, but because home life was daily being thought of less and less until finally it vanished. Divorces became common, every day matters; murder was very fre¬ quent; Rome was at her lowest ebb, but had she possessed a capable leader, even then she might have again risen to her former high standing. Her degradation was revolting; her crimes were mon¬ strous; intellect was forgotten ; Rome was lost! Rome left many valuable things to succeeding generations; her language, tho called dead, is very alive, for it is the foundation of many modern languages. Rome left much literature of unending information; her style of government is to this day regarded with admiration, her architecture is a thing of amazement! Rome will never be forgotten; she has

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4 FOUR CORNERS course in High School. Last and not least are the vocational studies and the sciences which give the inventive boy and girl something to do with the hands and mind, and these gain an additional value in the fact that they may be the key that will open the future occupation to many who otherwise might have been common day laborers. My last appeal and it is only the appeal of a very amateur writer, a new Fresh¬ man who has found a great value in High School so far, is this; above all things above all excuses, GO TO HIGH SCHOOL. M. M. H.. ’ 25 . IN THE GLOAMING. Nicotopolus Duflinty and Cleopatra Ham bone were out riding in Nicotopolus’s new car, Henry Jr. They were on the concrete roads that led to the city, so Henry Jr. skiid along very smoothly. Cleopatra was sitting with her head lean¬ ing on Nicotopolus ' s shoulder. They were both very happy, for they expected to be married the next week. Suddenly the car stopped. “Something’s the matter with the glab- erater,” said Mr. Duflinty. “I’ll have to get out and fix it.” He got out and lifted the hood. “I guess the trouble’s with the spark stoppers. It will take quite a little while to fix them.” He fussed around for over an hour, announcing at last that Henry Jr. was O. K. again, so he cranked up. Henry jr. coughed and refused to go. By this time it was nearly dark. Nicotopolus cranked and cranked, but in vain. “Well,” said Nicotopolus. “there surely is something wrong with the transmis- sarv.” He opened his tool box, and took out his wrench. I ' ll fix the thing this time.” he promised. He gave Cleopatra all the matches he had with him. and she lighted them one by one for him. while he worked. But after tinkering on it a halt an hour he told her that the only way to do was to go to the nearest garage, and get some¬ one to tow them home. “Oh dear.” said Cleopatra, “please don ' t go and leave me alone. I ' m afraid in the dark,” “Very well,” answered Nicotopolus. “you may go with me.” They started for the garage about six miles away. But they had not walked more than a mile, when Cleopatra stopped, and refused to go any further. “I’m so tired.” she sobbed, and grabbed Nicotoplus by the coat buttons and buried her face in his necktie. “I don ' t want to go any farther.” “But I don ' t dare to leave you here, alone.” replied Nicotopolus. “there are skunks and squirrels around here.” “Oh, dear! I’ll go with you then, but I’m awfully tired.” So they started off again. They reached the garage about midnight, and aroused a very cross and sleepy man out of his bed. He cranked his truck up and took them back to Henry Jr., bitched a rope onto him and towed him home. Cleopatra was asleep when they ar¬ rived, so Nictopolus took her in his arms, and laid her on the front piazza. When he got home he turned on the

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6 FOUR CORNERS established too great a precedent to ever be erased from the records of civilization and progress. R. C. H.. ’22. AS IT OFTEN HAPPENS. The sun sent its long rays through the apple trees sweet with their many blos¬ soms. The shrill of crickets could be heard in the long grass. The girl sitting in the orchard started up as the sun sank down behind the trees in a great bank of clouds. A storm coming up and she so far from home! She dropped her hat into the front seat of the car. standing beside the road and glancing ove her shoulder at the now rapidly approaching mass of storm clouds, tried to start the auto. But, alas! For the old saying that a Ford will start at any time, anywhere, and whenever you want it to. may have applied to a Ford truck or perhaps a Ford touring car. but it failed in the case of the Ford coupe! Nancy glanced in desperation at the oncoming shower, for she was mortally afraid of thunder storms. What could she do? After working on it for ten minutes, she managed to get it started, just as a low muttering of thunder warned her that she had to hurry. She had gone about a mile when the storm broke in all its fury. Great chains of lightning chased each other across the sky. to be followed by wild claps of thunder. The rain poured in torrents, when to her amazement the car stopped short in the road. Out of gas! What a predicament! Through the rain she could see the dim outline of a house. Siic got out of the car and. picking up her skirts, tied for shelter. The house looked deserted; the door hung on one hinge. She pushed it open and stumbled in. As she did so she heard footsteps coming toward her. Turning swiftly, a flash of lightning lighted up the room, showing her the figure of a man coming toward her. At the same instant there came a crash of thunder and a great beam from the roof fell down to the mid¬ dle of the floor. She heard a muffled groan, and knew that it had fallen on him. What was she to do? The rain came in sheets through the hole in the roof, and it was so dark she could hardly distin¬ guish his dim outline. As far as she could see, he was motionless. What if he were dead! She went quickly toward him, and leaning over him, grasped the rafter and lifted it to one side. It was not very heavy, but by the next flash she saw where it had hit him on the forehead, which was rapidly swelling. As he turned his head toward the win¬ dow, she recognized him. Her heart leaped to her throat. The storm had abated somewhat- The thunder rumbled away among the hills, and the sun, through the western window, tinted the distant mountains purple and gold. As the room grew lighter, Nancy saw him more clearly. He was unconscious. But in a short time he opened his eyes and looked up and saw her. “Hello, Nan¬ cy,” a quick, boyish smile lighting up his face, “what’s the trouble?”, as he saw her white face. He put his hand to his head. “Why, what’s happened? By the water