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

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THE SEA BREEZE Well, Polly had a date for to- night-and I don't mean may- be! And such a date it was! With a young god of startling blue eyes, blond hair and bronze skin, whose muscles rippled 'neath his fancy silk shirt. She came in early in the after- noon and announced with a brisk enthusiastic manner to Lithua, Well, I'm dated up 0. K. tonight, sis. And is he grand? Gee, six foot, blond hair, blue eyes and what not. And nifty! Say, he's the keen- est looking boy you ever laid eyes upon. He's sure the goods, all right, and to think-I got him instead of that cat Mable,- and Dorothy? Is she mad? Mmmmmmh. And Iim gonna wear my swell new green velvet gown. Ta, da, boop-bOOD a doop! And away she tripped, her short skirts flying, slingillg her gay beret on the chair as she passed. Lithua gasped with amaze- ment and shocked incredulous- ness. How did Polly dare to do it? Howshe admired her cour-. age, and wished she could be half as brave! Meanwhile, step-mother had learned what the rumpus Was all about. Determined that Pol- ly should mind her promises, she marched heavily up-stairs and with a stern face and black brow which meant trouble, she presented herself at Polly's door. Polly was engaged in laying out her clothes for the big time that night, and was aroused from a dreamy reverie of bliss by her step-motheiris loud Wellll-an' where d'y1ou think youire goin'? Ya know this is YET last night, and yer ain't stayed home one night this week yit, so ya don't git out to- night, see? Aw, Sadie, be good. I can't lose this date-why, all the girls are after him, and I got 'im! You don't know what this date means to me or you would not even suggest giving it up. And when you see him, you'll probably want to go out with him yourself. Oh, yeah? Well, you little double-crosser, you ain't gonna have no date tonight. You stay in like I said, or- Or What? Polly eagerly caught her up. What'll I have to do? Stay in like I said, you little runt! Bang went the door be- hind her. Polly fumed-she stormed-she begged and pleaded, all to no avail. She could NOT go out. Finally Sadie, growing weary of Polly's heart-rending sobs and angry words, decided that she must do something before she went mad. Her nerves weren't good enough for her to stand much of that noise. So she, taking the idea from the old-time fairy tales, took a large mysterious box up to Pol- ly's room. Without ceremony, she banged open the door and marching in, deposited her bulky body on the bed, causing it to creak and mourn in anxiety fPage 181

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THE SEA BREEZE partner. What a fool Stanley Holton had been to leave the donkeys and supplies with him. When he had returned they had vanished. Then ha-d that night- mare trip across the desert be- gun. When he had been almost ready to give up, help had come. Two years later he had en- countered John Adam. Word- lessly, but with deadly intent, he had sprung at him, knife in hand. Some on-lookers had separated them, but not before the knife had bit deep, and John Adam had been carried away, blood dripping from his back and shoulder. Stanley Holton now lived the scene over again, and relished it. Awake, Mr. Holton? 'asked the doctor bending over him. Blinking, Stanley Holton said, How's he doing? Doin' fine,', the doctor as- sured him. Who is he anyway? Someone by the name of John Adam, D. Brennan, '31. A MUDERN FAIRY TALE .. ..i- Polly was one of those calm young things who detest staying at home, even to dance by the radio or entertain the boy- friend by the light of a thickly shaded lamp. And she could hardly keep from passing right out when her step-mother posi- tively made her promise to stay in one night a week at least. For cryin' out loud! Did she think a girl wanted to stay at home ALL the time? Now Polly had the misfortune to be a step-daughter whose step-mother was very jealous. Polly didn't begrudge her this, for why shouldn't she be jealous of Polly when her own daughter was so dumb-looking and out- of-date? And yet it was Sadie's own insistence on old-time cus- toms that kept her daughter in such a state. Poor Lithua. She was SO old-fashioned. She never had any of the cute little sport dresses Polly could fash- ion for herself. She was forced to wear drab clothes, very digni- fled and innocent of the frills and ruffles which help to make a girl cute. Her feet were encased in sensi- blei' shoes, an oxford of very low heel. And her hair! It was pulled straight back, laying all the little tendrils which were brave enough to curl, flat, and a huge pug was coiled high up on the back of her head! Lithua -barely twenty and looking like a positive old maid! But Polly never stood for such non- sense, and why should Lithua? If she would only develop a sense of independence such as Polly had! QPage 17j

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THE SEA BREEZE -the box she dropped careless- ly on the floor. Now, me fair beauty, she cried, we'll see who's the boss 'round here. If y'ain't gonna shut up them noises tonight,- I'l1 do it for ya. Here's some- thing that'll take up yer time and won't leave much to cryin'. Yer to pick out the big buttons in this box and put 'em here fshe indicated with her pudgy hand the spotl and the small ones goes here, fagain she pointedj. There y'are-and if yer gets that job done before yer big boy comes, yer can go out. If yer don't-in yer stay- finish it,- an get to bed. I reckon yer'll be glad to when thet job's done. She grinned hatefully and trotted to the door happy in the thought of causing pain. S'long. I'll be seein' yer-after yer get it done. With a sneer on her homely, fat face, Sadie slammed the door and clanged noisily down the stairs, chuckling joyfully to herself. Polly looked at the box, which seemed enormous to her, and then threw herself across the bed, sobbing loudly. Kind-hearted Lithua could hardly bear to see dainty Polly kicking her four-inch heels in an agony of tears, so she crept upstairs by herself to recon- sider. She sat on her bed, her brow furrowed in thought. Suddenly her brow cleared and with ia happy exclamation she ran to another small room, grabbed an object which was swinging upside down from a rod, stretched from wall to wall, hugged it eagerly though gently to her, and rushed silently but swiftly to Polly's room, first glancing hastily down into the living room where her mother was sitting chuckling to her- self,-never dreaming that Lithua was not in league with her and happy because Polly could not enjoy herself. Safe in Polly's room, Lithua put the object down and went to where Polly was seated sorting out buttons, gently crying to herself in self-pity. The pile was piigfully small, and to Polly, each button seemed to sneer and smile as they fell from the pile with a will, while her tired fingers plucked them and threw them back. Oh, Polly,-look, Lithua cried excitedly. See, I've brought Chink. He can help you-I can teach him to do any- thing. The darling-I forgot all about him. Her face, which had lighted for a moment, now darkened, and she sank back to her former dejected position from which Lithua's entrance had made her rise. But WILL he? Chink is so obstinate at times! But Lithua went and picked up the object, a chattering little brown monkey, and clasped him to her. You dear, I knew yould be reliable in an emergency. Now, Chinkj' and Lithua gently and patiently went about show- ing the tiny fellow what to do. Fin-ally she put him down by fPage 191