Thomaston High School - Sea Breeze Yearbook (Thomaston, ME)

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F!!! i i E3 .EJEQ LITERARY !+x. J-PK. .-dl JM . 'FW' xf'r ' .- Q MM J-I-LJ-I-KQQJ-X-K. 1-l-YQ!-by THE BLO0D EXCHANGE Stanley Holton stared straight before him with eyes that did not see the busy traflic hurrying by. Instead he saw a small, white house, lofty trees shading it, and the fields stretching out on either side. Imagine me there!,' he groaned to himself. Spending the rest of my life in that out-of- the-way place, a worthy and peace-loving citizen. Ugh. Then he shrugged his shoulders and sighed. But I must do it. I'm getting too old to tramp around Africa the way I have been doing. The sooner I face the fact, the better. Besides, there's that book I must write and- His meditations were inter- rupted by a conversation taking place near him. A young man, wearing a taxi-driver's cap and leaning out of the window of his automobile, was saying to the girl who had eagerly hasten- ed to the side of the car, Have they been Working you hard, honey? Oh, St. Alban's isn't bad, replied the girl. But that old man you picked up yesterday and brought there is going to pass out if he doesnit get an- other blood transfusion. The poor guy looked as though he needed plenty. Well, anyway, he's too far gone now, I guess. But come on, Bill. I've only two hours. Let's get goin'. And the girl stepped into the car and was sped away, leaving Stanley Hol- ton with her words ringing in his ears. 1 St. Albanis-a hospital, no doubt, and in it some poor wretch who had been picked up out of kindness of a young taxi-driver. Life had probably not been over kind to the sick man, while to Stanley Holton it had given everything he had wished for. QPage 153

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li The Editorial Board and the Students of T. H. S. take pleasure in Dedicating the 1931 issue of The Sea Breeze to Miss Eleanor Seeber.

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THE SEA BREEZE Looking suddenly up, Stanley Holton, who had been walking aimlessly along, found himself before a large building which had incribed over its doorway, St. Alban's Hospital. A thought struck him. He almost laughed aloud. What a joke ! How very fitting! Since he had lived and was on the eve of re- tirement from that former life, why not give himself in order that a less fortunate being might be given one more chance to make up for what he had lost? Still laughing as though the joke was the most amusing he had ever heard, Stanley Holton mounted the steps of St.Alban's. Not long after, he stood before a doctor, Are you quite sure you are willing to undergo this, Mr. Holton? Quite sure, doctor. I know it's a bit irregular. It's really only a whim of mine, but I've always satisfied every one. This is my last whim and- Yes, yes? Plainly the doc- tor was not intereste-d in the personal side of the situation. You are a healthy man, Mr. Holton. This patient seems to have no relatives or friends. So if you are ready-this way please. PK: Pk Il? ASlowly and struggling, Stan- ley Holton tried to pull himself out of the abyss in which he had sunk. He thought he was still roaming through Africa. Under his feet was the wet, sweet grass of the jungle. Far off he could hear the trumpeting of the wild elephant. He smelt again the smoke of the fire around which the natives gathered to tell tales of superstition. And then it had come-that from which he had never recovered, that which had come to him night after night to cause him to wake up in a clammy sweat, unable to close his eyes for hours after. The desert! Those hours and hours alone on the desert! Without food, without shelter, without donkey or camel, and- worst of all-without water! He would always remember it-stumbling, groping under the glaring sun-sometimes en- .eloped in flying sand-skin dry as dust, and the sensation of thorns in his throat. The heat of the sand burned through his boots. His smarting eyes, blind- ed by the sun, played tricks on him. He thought he saw the blue of the river near him. Panting, praying, he had stag- gered to it and--it was not there! Farther off it lay, tan- talizing and mocking him. And the man who had caused this! The man John Adam, who had been his partner. A sneaky long-faced fellow. He had of- fered to cast his lot with Stan- ley Holton's and indifferently the latter had agreed. Then there had come about that mat- ter of rubies which they had found in a native village. From then on, John Adam had only half-'veiled his hatred for his fPage 161