Standish High School - Crimson Rambler Yearbook (Standish, ME)

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8 THE CRIMSON RAMBLER losing teams. The school received The party, the Trip to the Moon, fifty cents on each subscription and was held in the Commercial Room. each person who brought i.n three or 'Both the winners and losers took part more subscriptions received a prize. in the stunts. Lunch was served by We earned around sixty dollars during the two losing teams. the week. W

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.airs 4' io THE CRIMSON RAMBLER ten that the city was the only place to live. It was Johnls duty to light the revolv- ing lamp each night and to keep the light- house bright and shining. Near the lighthouse was a life-saving station, which was almost always busy during the storms. There had not been a storm for several weeks, but there was one approaching. Tl e waves were beating on the shore and the rain and wind were making we-'rd noises. While John and Martha were listening to the storm, they heard the life- sz'.'.'e s !aunch'rg their boats. ,lohn had not been very well for several weeks, but he felt that he could not miss the joy of leng out in the storm. By t e time he reached the shore, the life-savers had gone As he was running to one of 'he clilfs where he might watch them, he slipped and fell among the rocks. Ve Wit his h ail in falling and lay there fgr some time When he came to his senses. someone. was bathing his head I-Ie looked up and saw a young boy who certainly was not a sailor, as was evident by his clothes. Who are you and where did you come from P asked john. The boy answered. I am Arnold I-I-ale from Cambridge. I have always lived in the city. but I hate it. I am going to visit my grandfather at Stony Point. He is a lighthouse keeper and I would like to be one. Do you know him ? John was so happy that he took the boy hcvzre to Martha and told her that they had company who was going to stay with them always. Arnold Hale became the lighthouse keeper of Stony Point and a very proud and delighted grandfather assisted him in his duties. B. M. S., '26. A WILD DREAM It was one bright sunny day in winter. It was one of those days when it seemed almost impossible to stay inside. It seemed as though I must get out on my skis or snowshoes and take a hike: but there was Latin staring me in the face, and I decded if I wanted to get out in the afternoon, I must get busy and trans- late. I began to study. All at once I seemed to be going up. The teacher's voice be- gan to grow faint. I looked around and found I was in an airplane. Latin was forgotten, for the sensation of riding in this plane was wonderful. At one time we were skimming through the air at a rapfd rate, then we were dfpping and turning. I was somewhat frightened, but still. I enioj ed the ride. After we had ridden, what seemed to me, quite a few minutes, we began to descend. VVe were landing on an island and as we came nearer I could see a small crowd of people. When we had landed I was astonished to Find Miss Brewster and my Latin class with Cicero under their arms waiting for recitation. I did not have time to ask why they were there nor how they came, for Miss Brewster called class. I was the first to translate. What a change had come over mel How easy it all seemed! How simple the pronunci- ation! For the first time I heard Miss Brewster say, Excellent, Marion. She called 'on the rest of the class to read.