Strong High School - Mussul Unsquit Yearbook (Strong, ME)

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STRONG HIGH SCHOOL Marion Ella Smith- Man1e ,Xlrira Holcoinh in Valley l'iarni ill, Anne l'alll8Olll in liaty Dill till, Martha Spriggs in hliss 'l'opsy 'l'ttrx'y t-lj, L'lass Sahitatorian. linter l.asell Seminary in the fall of '23 anil take a Secretarial fottrse. Blame sure makes things hum, she's taken the High School course in three years. She sel4lom ever misses school anil never misses a ditch when tlrixing a liortl ller favorite song is Xl'hen lirancis Dances with hle 1 U so yon see she likes tlanc- ing, or anything that is lively. As you see hy this picture, she is extra good-looking, so it isn't any wonder she makes the hearts flutter. Floyd Earle Brackley :Xzariah Keep in Valley Farm QED, Baseball LID, Capt. HJ, Preliminary Speaking till, Ned in hliss lopsy 'l'urx'y tslb. liaskethall Capt. t-ll, Presentation of tiifts, llere's to lfloytl who hails from a farm up on the hill. lle always tintls a way out of tronhle. Wlien he gets stock in a drama he says, liness dis chile better fly, until he thinks of something else. NYQ all know he likes Strong from what he sings --- llow ya gonna keep 'em clown on the farm after they 'ie seen llroatlway ? Guy Howard Burns - Guypy, Guypus Frank tloltlen in Miss 'l'opsy 'llnrvy HJ, llaschall LIU LM, llasketliall t-lj. Mgr. liaskethall l-ll, Pres. of Athletic Association 1-U, t'lass Will. lt was thought in his Iireshman year that he was tlestinewl to he a dish-washer, hut now his only ainhition is to he a pro- fessional Heck During his four years' course. t1nypus has spent the greater part of his time figuring out the ntiinlier of times the average girl can he hugged before she slaps his face. Ask him about it. Grace Margaret Pinkerton Coonilis High, liowtloinham tlj 4121 tflj, Class Secretary til til till, Class History. lirace joinetl our class in the fall of our senior year, and has won the friendship of all. She exhihits a quiet, stntlions nature, carrying away thirtl rank. She is our class historian, an-l for that reason we think it well that slle does not know us front our heginning in 1918.

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THE MUSSUL UNSQUIT 15 X- if- O Hllh dlll! Ei 4 -ii B--1 if f ffiiiii 'T if E THE WORK OF JOE BLAKE Representative Short Story of Local Color OE BLAKE was a backwoodsman and no mistake. He lived in a small log cabin. Cabin? No! In reality it was nothing but a hut. He passed the long win- ter days in trapping and hunting, in the summer he fished and made many trips to a distant village for the purpose of bring- ing in supplies to last him through the win- ter. The cabin was very rudely built, the logs were rough, and as they had never been peeled, strings of bark could be seen hanging down on them. It had been lo- cated in a little clearing in the deep woods. At the hack of the clearing there was a dense forest, nothing but trees as far as the eye could see. Not far from the front, a river wended its way in and out like a great snake, breaking the silence of the forest with its dull, roaring sound. joe was six feet tall, broad-shouldered, and of grand stature. When shaved and well dressed he would make as Hne a look- ing man as ever put on a dress suit. But joe seldom shaved and never dressed up. One might get the idea that he was an un- clean man, drunk nearly all of the time, but this was not so. He did not know the taste of liquor, for he drank only the pure, crystal water from Nature's spring, and he clean, although than rags. old, but he was years ago. He had lived in this little cabin for twenty-five years, was always perfectly contented and happy there, but now that he was getting older he had a desire to get away from the loneliness and be with other men. Joe had started for Dorman's lumbering camp, some miles away, with enough food to last him until he should arrive. He had been to this camp before but it was fifteen years ago, and since then the landmarks had changed. But he plodded on, some- times singing to himself, more often listen- ing to the music of the birds. After four days he reached his destina- tion. It was a rough place. The camp was little better than a hovel, although it boasted of a cook, an all-around man, thir- ty-five lodgers, and 'I Old Dorman him- always kept his clothes they were not much more Joe was forty-tive years as spry as he was twenty