Sedgwick High School - Comet Yearbook (Sedgwick, ME)

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THE COMET 13 i11g, this time, with less impatience, for we knew that we should soon see him for the last time. The crowd spread along the beach, waiting for him to hop off. When the tide was nearly at its lowest point, the State police rode up and down the beach, pushing back the crowd, which surged forward again as soon as the motorcycles passed. Suddenly the silver-colored mono- plane was wheeled out into the open. How bright it looked with the sun shining on it! After a short time Lindbergh climbed up to his seat and an attempt was made to whirl the propeller. But what was the trouble? It didn't whirl! Then Lindbergh jumped out, gave the propeller a little twist, a turn, and - there it goes! Now it is running along the beach. See! it is rising, rising! The people are cheering, waving. See! Lind- bergh waves! He flies out over the crowd, out over a little steamer which is blowing. There he goes, almost up sideways, not straight up in the air. Here he comes back over the crowd again. Once more he waves. How perfectly at home he seems! A bit more stunt flying, and away he goes -off to Portland. Good-bye and good luck, Lindbergh! -M. L. C., '28, . 0-Li ONE SIDE OF A TELEPHONE CONVERSATION. Hello! Is this you, Cora? No, I didn't ring four, I rang twelve. Hello. Cora? Yes, I rang two or three times. What? Your cow is sick? I'm sorry. What is the mat- ter? Have you had the doctor yet? Hello, -hello -Q What is the mat- ter with this line? Why, your voice sounds a long way off. What say? Yes, sl1e walks to school, it is quite a distance but she doesn't mind it. When is your brother coming? Some one told me he was coming tomor- row to stay a mo11th. What? His tooth bothers him? Is that why he is coming? Yes, I understand, you said nervous breakdown. Oh, I for- got to say that a social is to be held at the K., of P. hall tonight fring- ring-ringj . IVhy do folks always want this li11e when I am talking to you? We never talk long at a time. What is that terrible noise? The telephone never works well whe11 we try to talk, I'm going to call up the operator when I get through talking with you. What? A rat ran off with all your little chickens? Oh, excuse me, I can 't hear very well today. It was a cat in- stead of a rat. Have you heard one of the new radios yet? Yes, Hiram went down to Ralph Buck's yester- day and brought one home, and we've got it set up. All I could hear last night was a hive of bees and some- thing called static. NVell, they said last night was a bad night, but they always have some excuse if they want to sell something. Just before I called you up I said to myself, 'I'll turn one of the knobs,' and, my, what a noise! A woman was singing and she sounded just like a sereech-owl. What's that? You'd like to have a radio? Well, I'll let you have this one. Did you say your husband doesn't like them? Well, I don't much blame him. Hiram wants to keep this one, but I'm afraid it will keep him up late nights. What, you don't go to bed

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12 THE COMET one attain to a complete realization of the vastness of the continent, of its everchanging panorama, and of its thousands of beautiful scenes. -A. L. S., '28. ...-1-0.i..... SEEING LINDBERGH. At last! At five-thirty in the morn- ing, here we were speeding towards Old Orchard, in the hope of seeing Colonel Charles A. Lindbergh, the famous trans-Atlantic flyer. Having learned that he had landed at Old Orchard only the night before, we started early that we might be sure to sec him. When we reached the resort, we parked the car and walked up the beach to the hangar. How hot and tired - but expectant - we were! How great was our disappointment on reaching' the hangar to be told that the monoplane was there, but that Colonel Lindbergh, after having spent the night in the hangar, had left at four o'clock to go to Port- land. He was not expected to take off until about 11 o'cleck. What a long wait in the hot sun! VVe sat down on the sand and tried to be patient. The crowd was already gathering. Soon the officers opened the rear doors of the hangar. Everyone flocked around to see the aeroplane. How small. it seemed, with its silvery body and its one broad wing! Was it possible that it had really crossed the wide Atlan- tic? We went back to our seats some- what encouraged. Before long the front doors of the hangar were pushed back. This time, as we had a front view, we could see the name. The crowd pushed against the ropes, anxious to see everything. We took pictures, how many .cam- eras we saw! We sat down again for the seemingly interminable stretch of time that must pass before we should first see the hero of the day. Nearly four hours! Could we ever stand it? We walked down to the drug store to get another film, we watched the waves break, we watched the bathers, we listened to the specu- lations as to what Lindbergh would do. The time passed somehow, for at last a member of our party who had strolled away returned with the wel- come news that Lindbergh had ar- rived. The young tlier, he said, had ridden up to the rear entrance, had paid absolutely no attention to the crowd, and seemed to be anxious only to see if his plane was safe. Soon we heard shouts and the clapping of hands. Oh, why weren't we near the ropes so that we could see? VVe might have saved ourselves that worry, however, for everyone had a chance to see the famous avi- ator that morning. He walked the length of the roped-in section, climbed upon his escort's plane, and looked the length of the beach, to see how far out the tide was, apparently to judge how soon he might take off. How young he looked! He seemed to hurry, as though he wished to finish his business and return to the seclu- sion of the hangar. He did not give us the privilege of seeing his famous smile, but looked as if he resented the presence of the crowd and as if he would prefer to have the beach cleared of the last person, thus mak- ing it perfectly safe for his plane. All too soon he jumped from his vantage point and walked back to the hangar. Then followed more wait-

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14 THE until eight? My, you must burn out a lot of kerosene! Oh, you have your house wired for electricity. Do the wires give as much light as lamps did? You don't have wires? VVhat is it, a wireless? Some one wants the line, I guess we'd better hang up. It seems as though I'd-just begun. Well, if the radio is good tonight, I'll call you up and let you listen. Yes, you can hear. Illl call up tonight. Good- bye. ' -H. A., '29, .. -T-0 i-1 A MUSIC PERIOD. I think we will take this period for music, Mr. Flye informs the de- lighted students. After some com- motion the students are arranged in various seats, altos in one row, sopranos in another. Meanwhile, Mr. Flye has been putting a staff on the board and writing in a scale. Miss Brown, what is the signa- ture of this scale? Mr. Flye is be- ginning the drill. B flat, answers' Miss Brown, promptly. McOarthy? One flat, answers John, some- what doubtfully. Right The11 in what key is this written, Miss Ferguson? Key of F, replies Miss Fergu- son, after some hesitation, during which whispered sounds of F-F- F are heard all over the room. After a little more drill Mr. Flye sounds a note on the piano. Now give do. A rather feeble response. Good big do. A much louder tone is the encouraging result. All right. Then pointing to the staff on the blackboard, Sing, COMET Do-re -mi- fa-sol-sol-fa-mi- re - do, sings the school joyfully. Again, requests the teacher, and again the school sings up to sol and down to do. After this demonstration, Mr. Flye says nothing, but walks to the piano, sounds do, and looks at his charges with a very expressive face. After the general exclamation of surprise, he explains, You see you iiatted. Now give do. And again the school responds weakly, calling forth the usual exclamation, O, a good big do After the students have sung up and down the scale a number of times, Mr. Flye begins pointing to the notes in irregular order. After a particularly harsh note is heard, he sighs deeply and sounds the note on the piano. A group of girls seems to find something irresistibly funny in the discovery that they have been the correct 'pitch is start anew. girls are very sure which note Mr. Flye 17' . wrong. Again given and they Some of the that they know is going to point at next, but pride gets a fall when they confidently soar to sol when the note designated is mi. Some are singing mi on the pitch of sol. The effect is disheartening and calls forth a corresponding lecture, after which they wait very cautiously to be sure on just which note the pointer will fall. After many dis- cordant tones, Mr. Flye's supply of courage is exhausted. He erases the staff, he writes a new one, placing on its lines and spaces an easier scale. Now give do! very pa- tiently Only one voice is heard, and that on a pitch far from correct. The process of sounding the note on