Somerset Academy - Athenaeum Yearbook (Athens, ME)

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LITERARY The Peter Piper Pickle Company The Peter Piper Pickle Company was started back in 1776 by old Peter Piper who set up the pickle business in an old shack on his farm in Lexington, Alaska. At that time he was 16 years old, and every year, generation after generation, it grew to be the world's largest pickle company. The company is now run by Peter Piper XXIV who has over zoo pickle factories and is a multi- billionaire. The company puts pickles up in ten-gallon cans, because when people buy a big jar of Peter Piper pickles, they would always want the largest one, so they sell all their pickles in ten-gallon cans. All Peter Piper pickles are imported from Si- beria and preserved in moth balls until they get to the United States, where they are taken by ox-cart to the Peter Piper pickle factory for manufacture. So why don't you try the small, economy, ten- gallon jar today? ROBERT HAYDEN '54 Woodland Voices Mother Nature created many wonders in the woods which change as the seasons come and go. In the spring while the ground is still damp, one can walk along almost noiselessly over soft mossy carpets listening to the birds chirp happi- ly as they go about building new homes. Scamp ering through the trees the squirrels and chip- munks can be heard chattering back and forth. Breezes threading their way through tender leaves hum an unpitched tune, while the sound of soft ripples in the brook may mean a young doe is quietly drinking nearby. Everywhere is sensed the new awakening in Nature's realm. Have you ever sat in silence on a blanket of needles among the pines on a warm summer day and watched little insects appear as they go about making the most of a short life? An ant scurries over the root of a tree, heading for a planned des- tination. Up the bark of the same tree works a small green worm, inch by inch. The only sound is the buzz of flies or the whine of an occasional mosquito. All is at peace with the world and a more restful atmosphere cannot be found. Fall is the noisiest time of the year. The leaves of the trees rustle as they fall to the ground in a multicolored shower. A deer, startled from its evening feeding, crashes off to safe haunts. Heard from beech to oak the steady jabber of the chipmunks can only mean that winter is hard by and time has come to hoard for long cold months. The whole forest world is ablaze in all its gay and boisterous parade. Tempus fugitf' A quiet has descended over hill and valley. ln one great sweep, overnight, an invisible band has erased the autumn splen- dor and color has given way to the purity of snow white. The hibernating animals have set- tled down to sleep and keep warm. The birds have long since left for sunnier climes. Only a huge white Snowshoe rabbit or stray mouse ven- tures abroad to view the silent winter wonderland. Yes, Mother Nature has provided for us an ever-changing panorama of sights and sounds that can never be duplicated by man. One has only to penetrate the deep woods to find a tran- quillity needed to heal the wounds of a hectic and chaotic world. MADELYN FARRIN '52 A Trip to the Moon It is the day of June 1, 1965, when the moon is closest to the earth and we are ready to start on man's first flight in outer space. The name of the rocket ship is The Great Dragon and it is the largest ship of its kind. Accompanyingrme on this trip to the moon are Dr. Carroll Hall, radio operator Delmar Barker, ccrpilot Douglas Farrin, Pvt. Eldon French and Pvt. Larry Butter- field, while I will be pilot and the one in full charge of the trip. We are taking plenty of oxy- gen, fuel, food, water and warm clothing. It is now ten o'clock in the morning, we in- struct someone to set off the rockets. There is a terrific roar, and I am set back in my seat so hard that l don't realize how fast we are going. Ar- riving outside of the gravitational region of the earth, I shut the motors off and coast the rest ,of the way to the moon at about the speed of light. U

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LITERARY plane in a small bay on the southwest side of the island. All went well for a few days and I had found where most of the ore lay. However, on the fifth day, as we were doing some last minute recon- noitering, all at once, out of the foliage charged 18 savage, bloodthirsty natives. One after an- other I fired my last six bullets and six of the can- nibals lay dead, to no avail, faithful Eatimup and I couldn't get ahead in the battle. We were taken to the native village and put in a hut to await our fate. Then Eatimup started groaning, Me got heap big ache. Last time me feelum this way was time me eatum baloney. All cannibals get heap sick if swallow baloneyf' Next morning we were awakened and dragged to a Hre over which hung a huge pot. When I learned that they were going to stew me, I got angry. In fact, I was boiling. I told them off. I reminded them how sweet, kind, and wonderful I was. The chief then interrupted and said, Ugh, too much. We not eat you if you last man on earth, begonef' On our way home Eatimup remarked, It heap- good for us that you full of baloneyf' I never did learn what he meant. I guess he just didn't ap- preciate my great speech to the chief. VVELDON FRENCH '53 lt Should Hove Worked As I was reading the daily paper, an article caught my eye and I stared in disbelief. A movie star coming to Athens! And believe it or not, it was Clark Cable, my one and only heart throb. I quickly read the article and noticed that he would be at a party three days away, but how could I stand a chance against Marion Tuttle and Pearl Small, the town belles! In dismay I went up to the attic and sat down by the window where I often spend my time when I am troubled. I was glancing around the room when suddenly I saw an old, dusty book. Curiously I picked it up. I was startled when I read the title, Modern Witchcraft. I was about to put it back when a sudden thought came to me. The Love Potion! Could it be in there? Quickly I looked through the index, there it was. IO Turning to the indicated page, I quickly found the recipe: 1 rotten egg, well beaten 1 cup stagnant water 5 cat claws, well ground 1 spear of hair from a person's head Boil at midnight and chant these words, I wish I may, I wish I might, I wish I'd get the Wish I wish tonight. With horror I closed the book and sat down, but my mind kept wandering back to it and soon I was making plans. Luck was with mel I had found an old rotten egg behind the barn only the day before. There was an old well in a vacant lot nearby, it was said to be stagnant. A neigh- bor's cat had been run over recently and was buried across the road, and my hair is always plentiful. I took the rest of the day to get these ingredi- ents togetherg but by nightfall I was ready. I went upstairs to my room and waited until 11230. Quietly I crept downstairs and found an old kettle. When the clock struck 12, the mixture was boiling and I started chanting, I wish I may, I wish I might, I wish I'd get the wish I wish tonight. Quickly I bottled the liquid and went back to bed to dream about the party. I got ready for my venture early and slipped out before' anyone saw me. My luck was still with me when I arrived at the party. A girl who was to be a waitress was sick and I was asked to take her place. Mr. Cable sat next to my table so it was easy to slip some of my concoction into his tea. I waited around, but nothing happened and to my disappointment Mr. Cable didn't even notice me. As soon as possible I left in dismay and hurried to the attic to read the recipe over again. I was ready to give up when I saw a small note at the bottom of the page. I read, This potion will not work if mixed -with tea leaves. In disgust I went to bed and decided, that once and for all, I was through with men. BEVERLY FINNEMORE '55 Christy: Elwood is an awful flirt. I wouldn't trust him too far. Marguerite: Huh, I wouldn't trust him too near.

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LITERARY There is no air now so I turn on the oxygen tanks. We can see a giant planet, but I cannot name it because I can't get a good look at it. The sun looks like a giant ball that is all afire, Hoat- ing in space. Nearing the moon now, I turn on the motors and put it in reverse, to try to slow up. CWe must land with the nose of the ship pointing upward so it will be easier to take off for the return trip back to earthj After a perfect landing we open the door and look around. Delmar Barker is the first one to jump out and he goes up in the air about 30 feet and when he finally comes down, he is almost scared to death. Now the rest of us are getting out with caution, we find that gravity on the moon is much less than on the earth and with even a little jump we will go several feet into the air. We find the surface of the moon is so hot where the sun is shining on it that we can cook bacon and eggs for our lunch on a hot rock. There are many great mountains here, some of them being sev- eral miles high. We make many tests of the ground on the moon's surface and Eldon French is busy for several hours taking all the pictures he can get. From the moon the earth looks exact- ly like a globe used to look to us in school. Dr. l-Iall, with the help of Larry Butterfield, is trying to find herbs to make new medicines and finds three strange-looking plants that show promise. Uranium is so plentiful that we are going to take some back to the earth with us. We are now getting ready to start back on our homeward trip, all are in the rocket ship but Del- mar, who has found some tiny men about the size of mice. Our time is running out so we can- not stop to talk with the tiny men, so with Del- mar aboard, we start the rockets and start off. Floating through space at about the speed of light, we are not long on the way home. We now find that Delmar has hidden three of the little men from the moon in his pocket, but it is too late to turn back. To my horror I sight the Pacific Ocean and we are heading directly for it. We try everything we can think of to turn the ship but to no avail, it is too late now, we must crash land. Splash! I wake up. My mother is standing over me with a pitcher of water. I am I2 in my own bed. It was all a dream, but how life- like it seemed! Erwoon Pnourr '54 On Christmas Shopping Here I am, home at last! My, but it feels won- derful to sink into my nice, comfy, easy chair! Never again will I go through such an experi- ence. No sir, I'll not wait another year to do my Christmas shopping at the last minute, and I'll tell you why. My back and head ache, my eye is turning black, and my poor old feet have corns as large as apples, if not larger. Why, there was such a mob downstreet, that it seemed as if the whole world was congregating in the stores! Have you ever been caught in a crowd like that? It's no joke, let me tell you. Everyone was bus- tling around, hurrying to do his last-minute buying, feet were stepping on everything and everyone, elbows were jabbing, and rough hands were shoving. I tried to buy a necktie for father and I ended up with a handkerchief. One has no choice in the direction that he goes! Next year I'll start my Christmas shopping in Septem- ber, no, I'll even start earlier than that-August! Well, here comes my friend, Sue! Come right in, Sue. How are you? Me? Oh, I'm Hne and dandy, feel just wonderful! I've been doing my last-minute Christmas shopping. Yes, isn't it grand! I love the last-minute hustle and bustle, don't you? It is really heartwarming to see hun- dreds of people scurrying around to end their shopping. Doesn't one get a marvelous sensation to see everyone so happy and jolly? Each one is goodnaturedly pushing and bumping another, ev- erybody seems to be laughing and talking among himself. What a merry time of year this is! What's that you say, Sue? Do my Christmas shopping early! Me? I should say not! VVhy, I wouldn't miss doing my last-minute shopping for all the world! Do my shopping early indeed! Where is your Christmas spirit, Sue? I would no more even think of doing my shopping early than I would of doing my Monday's washing on Sunday. GERALDINE Mrsnou '52