University of Maine at Portland - Reflection / Umpire Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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THE PUYIAN e ! $tnriw es! A CUBlS NEW ADVENTURE- AND AN OLD REWARD. By PHILIP IL SHARPE, l2-l. Morgan was new at the gameithere was no doubt about iLehe was new at the game. He had been with the Daily Timer for two weeks. and all he had done was handle a few notes that were alnmst routine. Then it would he, n.X- lorgam. go down to the Police Sta- tion and get the newsflelCive the so- ciety editor a lift, and such things as that. Harold Morgan was attending col- lege and had secured the position of cuh'l reporter for the Titties during his summer vacation. And he was be- ginning to think that newspaper work was dead stuH. He was ambitious and was a lover of adventure. He was of the take-awehance type of young man, and good luck usually favored him. Just now he was beginning to think it had deserted him. While he was considering the situa- tion. the gong rang for Number 13. As that was his number, he went to the in-phmie. l'The Editor-in-Chief wants you;I was what he was told. Visions of a callwduwn for something or other surged through his mind. Perhaps he was even hredl T he chief was a man of few Words, kind, yet guilt, and, to be truthful, l'lotgart was afraid of him. He en- tered the office with confidence in his face. even though he did not have it. in his heart. iiSit clown? said the chief. and without further preliminary he began: Morgan, you have been with us for two weeks. I have been watching you and believe that there is good ma- terial in you. I am going to find uut. You have heard of the Haunted House at liVinChester? N0? Well, a very valuable estate there is owned by a rich Xew Yorker. His father had it built for him about 233 years ago and had all modern improvements installed in 1.019. In 1990 he died of heart failurbno. a natural deatheand the property passed to his son by his will. Hstbout six months after the death of the old man, queer things began to happen On that estate, and it worked up quite a. flowery reputation. None of the villagers will go near the place after dark. and the pmperty, although valuable, cannot be sold at any price. Now, I donlt believe in spooks, do you? I thought not. Well, I am sure that there is :1 good reason for them and I think it will be a good story. You are going up there, your expenses will he paid, and you have ten days to clear it up. If you donit make it, donlt come back. White in for your cheek. You leave on the 9.12 train tomorrow mom- ing. Thatis all, Morgan did not know what to say, so he made a hasty exit after mumbling his thanks He went back to his typev writer with his head in the clouds. Next morning he was fifteen minutes early tor the 9.12. Just before noon he stepped off the train into the little station of VVin- Chester. He looked up a hotel, made arrangements for his room, and then decided to take a stroll before

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4 T ll E I have thought a great deal about this statement. and I am Firmly oi the opinion that he was absolutely correct We du not support our advertisers as much as we should. They advertise to help us. perhaps. but the chief rea- son is. because they want our business Every advertiser in our paper is with usewhy shouldnit we be with them? 'l'lay square. The editors will do their part. but the student hotly must co- npernte with us. .Nnd when you lmy anything from these advertisers, he sure to mention that you saw their ad in the Portland University PUVLiN; otherwise they will not know that their advertising in this medium is bringing results. We do not think that we are asking anything unreasonable when we make this requestedo you? Pump B. Stumps. The Erlitots wish to express their sincere gratitude to Elise; Doris Covey, Miss Katherine Kearneyr and Miss Annie jutlkins for their assistance in bringing out this issue of THE PUVIX? The Staff at the PUVIAN wish to ex- tend their thanks to the Portland- Etimn'ng Express for their kindness in loaning us the cut of the Editorial Hoard which appears in another part of this issue. Miss Muriel V. Kezar. who attended Portland University last year, claims the distinction of being the first sub- scriber to the PIEVMN. She asked to become a subscriber when the paper was in its imaginary stages. and the editors feel that the first copy of our paper to come from the press should he sent to her. Hence the very first copy is being reserved. PUVTAN ' After you read this issue. do not be afraid to give friendly criticisms. Of course 0111' faults do not look as large to us as they do to you. so if you will kindly help us out the Editorial Board will appreciate it. The follmring news item was taken from a southern newspaper: Yesterday the Courier was the hrst p-ar-er to report that Colonel john l'lamilton was dead. Today we are the first to deny this report. The Courier always leatlsf' That we haw artistic talent in Port- land i'oiversity is shown by the fact that our Exchange Editor, Frederick ll. Wilson. is again playing as an actor with the stock company at the Jeffer- son Theatre. Did our Editor take his position with our paper to heart? It would look that way. as he has recently see cured his old position as a cub reporter for the Express and Taiegram. Let us hope that he will at least learn something about the paper game. HELPFUL THOUGHTS FROM MANY SOURCES. I. The chains of habit are too small to be felt until they are too strong to he easily broken.-A-non. 2. A little nonsense now and then is relished by the best of men. 3. There is no man but knows more evil of himself than he does of other people. Anon.

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l: Tll l'C lunch. He was wandering tlowu Weston Street when whom should he 5133: but f'lianrtl llargraves. a elassv mate at cnllege. Their greetings were nmist and good natured. H'hat brings then to our thriving metmpnlis ? l'Well. Cliff. was the reply, hthe Thurs sent me up to cover the 'H auntetl l-Iouse' proposition. Tell me what you can about it. W'ell. .I don't see as there is much to tell. Chick. batesay. you're coming you're coming over to the house for ltlnehino. it's all settledeand we'll talk it ever afterwards. On the way over Hargraves told his story. Noises had been heard and a lot taf regulation spook demonstrations were to be had. But although many people had tried to solve the mystenr no one had met with success, moreover. although they had heard noises. no one had ever been seen there. . At lunch, Morgan met CliEls mother and .his sister. june. He became so interested in the latter that he almost fnrgot his misasion. He was dragged away by Hargraves with the promise that he could come over every evening. Letls go over to the house. said Cliff. They gave the house and groands a hasty examinatien before entering. Apparently all things within were in fme condition. The two chums seated themselves on a sofa and talked the matter over for almost two hours. All right. we sleep here tonight, they said as they went out. lIt will be fun even though we dotft come any nearer to the end of the mystery than hetere.'I At aan they were settled for a night of peace CU. At any rate. they were prepared for anything. Each young questioned Hargraves.' PUYlAX man had a small but effective black- jack and a powerful flashlight. Be- sides. theyr had one small lantern and two blankets each. At last they were ready. let come what may. The lantern had been placed on a table in the living room and with its dim light things began to take on a weird, though nut unpleasant look. They chatted about spooks, but soon their conver- sation wandered to various subjects. 'Itme. school, and coming football. At a point where Breton was win- ning a hard-fought game with Cossnl, the band began to play. hV'Ve win! we win! shouted Cliff, but was inter- rupted by Morgan. 'Come down to earth! music? The two were silent. Upstairs at band was faintly playing. Net a word passed between the two. Hargraves picked up his flashlight in his left hand and took the blackjack in his right. Morgan did likewise. Slowly they tiptoed up the steps. Morgan led and noticed that the seventh stair step was quite soft. He stopped and marked it and then went on. They had reached the top of the stairs when the music stopped in the middle of a bar. A thorough search disclosed nothing, so they returned. On the way down Harold stopped on the seventh stair and pulled off the carpet. Underneath was a thin flat board which was held up by springs. When it was stepped 0:1. it closed a switch. ttLook here! he whispered. point- ing to a pair of wires leading through the main step. They cut both wires and went on down. In the living mom again they talked the matter over. Somethings tells me that there is a radio set here, Cliff. was Morgan's Do you hear