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

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JEST US FOLTS I live on too of a very high mountain with my Ma and Pa. Our nearest neighbors is the Martins. Ta git ta their house you hafta go down the road thet goes in front of our house 103 miles and turn r-ight. They isn't very neighborly. Us mountain folks aims very educated cause we dcn't got much time for book larnin. We is too busy loafin. .One day Ma told me to go shoot some stuff for supper cause Grandme and Grandpap were a-comin over. I got three field mice, a rabbit and two crows and we had um in a stew. We is so high up thet them poor crows had to wear oxygen masks. Grandma loves ta tell stories and when she heerd tell thet there was crows in thet stew she lit up her corn-cob pipe and begun ta tell this one. NWall,u Grandma begun, uwhen I lived out in Kansas we used ta raise corn.n Every spring right after we had planted it a whole flock of crows would come. One of them we called Herman and he was so big thet when he flew over we didn't see the sun for three days. 'He used ta love fresh, young corn and he liked ta lug off scarecrows we put out, too. We decided ta send l Grandpaw here out as bait and when Herman come down ta git him I was suooosed ta shoot him. Thet is, Herman. I aimed thet gun right smack at him and pulled the trigger. Afore I knowed what haopen- ed I was a-layin on the ground and the buckshot was a-whizzin over- head. The ding-busted buckshot had jest bounced off of him. I look ed up and there was Herman a-starin me in the face and a-lookin awful ugly. Jest then a tornado come along and blowed Gramp and me clin into the house. We sure outsmarted him thet time. One day Gramo and me was out a-ridin in our flivver. The road was awful bumpy. Furty soon we noticed it warn't so bumpy as we

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A My Favorite Hobby Playing an instrument can be a very entertaining and profitable hobby. That is my definite opinion now. A few years ago I enjoyed listening to someone else play an instrument and produce exciting music but as far as I could see I was wasting my time practicing scales and pieces such as NNarciss- usn, uBarcarol1en, and Beethovens', NMoonlight Sonatan which were included in my piano lessons. My parents insisted that I would be very sorry someday if I didn't sit down to that piano and practiceu But this advice went in one ear and out the other for I didn't care what they said. I knew they were wrong because I didn't want to be a second nJose Iturbin anyway. When I did go to the piano it was much more interesting to render an exciting arrangement of uChop- sticksu or the nB1aek Hawk Waltzn more interesting, that is, until someone heard me and decided I wasn't practicing. I always managed to get through my lessons somehow. One teacher I had died and one gave up teaching soon after I started taking lessons from her, At this point I began to wonder if I were ujinxe edu or if my music were really that bad. After a while I came to the stage where I could pick out my favorite popular pieces to go along with my scales and serious pieces, I was older then and my interest grew from this stage on. I did not take piano lessons in the hope of becoming a great concert pianist but I took them so I would be able to play for my own enjoyment and that of my family. I have just recently found that it is very interesting to buy a song you especially like and then see if you can play it immediatel or if you have to work hard to be able to play it to your own satis faction. Music as a hobby is very expressive. For instance, I play the piano in my spare moments and among the many songs I have I can number to fit the mood I am in. If I feel Sly and happy number is what I want. If I feel sentimental, sentimental ballads to be played. usually find a carefree, some there are many I now enjoy playing very much and I really wish I had practiced more when I was told, for now I would be able to play more easily and quickly the pieces I enjoy. One can spend many hours at the piano or any instrument in gen- uine enjoyment if music is one of her interests. Norma Brown S39 1.l.......-..........T... O 7

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thought fer. We looked down and there was Herman, that consarned crow, a-carryin us along on his back. Below us was a whole mess of clouds. Grampap hollers, WBa1l out, Lizzie,N so I bailed. The both of us landed on thet there cloud and we had to stay up there all night. The next morning we hollered and hollered till one of our neighbors come along and got us down with a ladder. We never did see thet flivver agin. One mornin we woke up to find our bed was a-floatin around in a awful lot of water. Grampap says, nLiz, it's that crow agin, sure as thet's our chicken cooo a-floatin by.n And sure nuff, it was. He was a-takin a bath in a lake near our house and got at foolin around and a-sclashin and most drowned the whole country- side. A Herman used ta love ta play tricks on us folks. Grampap was in swimmin onct and Herman swiped his clothes. Fe tuk um and hid em in all sorts of different places. It tuk Grampap three years ta find them all. Beings as how this was his only clothes it was purty tough on Grampap for a while. Herman was a awful sensitive crow. He used ta make friends with the chickens. One of the roosters got uppity and snubbed him one day. It hurt Herman's feelings and he cried and cried. He cried so much thet the barn and two chicken houses floated away. This was too much for Herman as it was quite late in the fall. He caught pneumonia and died. Eleanor Holmes '55 Q--