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

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THE MUSSUL UNSQU Orris Burchard Richards - Orris Preliminary Speaking Q31 Q-11, Baseball Q31 C41, Track Q31 141, Address to undergraduates L41. Orris has been in our class only one year. He has always been interested in athletics. His favorite sport is baseball, and he seldom has to jump to catch the ball. We are told that English is his favorite study, twhen he can stay in the classroom long enough so he can say he has been there1. He drives a Nash car, and for that reason is very popular with the girls, Orris is a fine speaker and we expect to hear from him as one of the leaders in the Pine Tree State in a few years. Orris is also interested in the Poultry Business and as Treasurer of the C. M. P. A. is O. K. Frank Edward Spear - Frank First Assistant Business Manager Mussvi. LlNSQUIT 141, Vice President Athletic Association 131, Secretary Athletic Association 111, President N. F. l. P. S. C. 431, Preliminary Speaking Q21, lissay Q41. Here we have a very bashful young man t?1. He is quite a business man as you will see if you look at the list of important oflices he has filled to the satisfaction of all. We hope he will be as successful in the future as he has in the past, and we haven't the least doubt but what he will be. Bertha Marion Vining - Bertha Presentation of Gifts L41. Bertha has been with our class four years, and is well liked by all. She lives on a farm in Avon and is especially interested in her neighbors. Although Bertha is very quiet she enjoys a good time as well as anyone.

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THE MUSSUL UNSQUIT Vivian Lucille Hammond - Viv Class Secretary 131 141, Editor-in-chief Mussur. UNSQUI1' 141, Chairman of the Standing Board, Student Council 141, Valedictory 141. Have you ever seen Viv during the whole four years not smiling? She has always been cheerful and willing to gratify our far too numerous clamors for help. lt is very fort- unate that she is so patient as she intends to become a school teacher. If her pupils love her as we do, her success is assured. Fred Arthur McCleary - Art, Curley Orchestra 121 131 141, Track 141. Class Will 141. Curley is famous for his wig and his temper which nothing disturbs except the disturbance of the aforementioned wig. Seriously, though, Arthur is a very gifted person. He is very clever at his studies and does all things well. not the least of which is playing the violin. He hails from a farm down in South Strong, but we have heard, 1and hope it's true1 that he intends to develop this last named gift further in Boston. Elmo Morse - Elbow Essay 141, Track 141, joke Editor l11lllSSL'L L'NSQUIT 141 Last year Elbow was our champion hot dog eater, but this year he has changed his occupation to become our champion story teller. We hardly know what to write about Elbow as he changes his mind so often, what we might write now may be ancient history by the time you read this. There- fore we will tell you of him as he is at present. Elbow, like Orris, is specializing in English under the same condtions. Elbow also is a radio Wizard. Martha Ellen Richards - Matt, Bobbee Class Treasurer 141, Assistant Editor-in-chief MUssUL Uxvsgurr 131, Judy in Little Clodhoppern 131, Preliminary Speaking 121 Exchange Editor, Mussm. UNSQUI1- 141, Prophecy 141. Matt, or Bobbee as she prefers to be called, is about the livcliest girl in our class. When it comes to whispering and turning 'round in her seat, she has us all beat. Somehow she and Helen always have something to tell the other just at the wrong moment, and so get caught. We expect Matt will be a great Editor some day as she has had great success writing Themes this year. We have tried to copy her style of writing several times but each time have failed. Here 's hoping she has the best of success.

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8 THIE MUSSUL UNSQUIT 'Min .222 C A FLOWER AMONG WEEDS OT far from a little town, a lonely shack hid itself among the foothills away from the grasp of civilization. Here lived a man and wife with a family of five children. They were very poor and barely earned sufficient bread and clothing and other necessities of life by selling farm products. The father was indolent and provided for his household only what might be absolutely necessary to keep them alive. The poor worn mother plodded daily on, caring as best she could for her children and bowing meekly under her husband's cruelty. Four of the children were too young to give life a serious thought and spent their childhood fighting with each other, for that marked the limit of their knowledge of conduct. However, there existed one beautiful exception in this wretched group, that of a young girl. A girl who seemed a living part of the wild beauty-steeped hills wherein she dwelled. They called her Sylvia, though it wasn't her given name, for always this daughter reminded them of enchanted woods and silvery moonlight, the luminous stars that looked down upon them at night and all the beauty about them. Little these people thought of beauty but they had sensed from the first that Sylvia was not one of them, that she was far. far above them, and, be- at ro cause of this they were in turn awed and angered. As for Sylvia herself, life was both sweet and sad. Her sensitive nature realized and loved the magnificence of all natural life by which she was surrounded. The continual quarreling among the rest of her family and the poverty in their home made her very sad. Sylvia had been sent to the village school for a few years where she had learned to read and write and had firmly implanted in her a desire to learn. Then her father would no longer earn money enough to send her and would not let her go any more. So, with a broken heart this child of the woods was forced to turn her back on civil- ization and turn for consolation to her only friends the trees. the blue sky and the fiowers. Still Sylvia could not choke back that longing to know more, to see more of the great world from which she was shut out. But she had no money, no one who cared, and without these things life seemed hopeless. Sylvia had one pastime from which she received her only real enjoyment. She loved to make pencil sketches of her mountains and sky and the surrounding all. One day in Autumn Sylvia was sitting at the foot of a fir tree on the summit of a high peak. Before her stretched a view that she had, somehow, never felt able to