Upper Kennebec Valley High School - Boreas Yearbook (Bingham, ME)

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6 THE BQRIQAS from babyhood. It was his desire that some day Raye would win glory for his college and himself. Ben Fraser sent his boy to Har- vard and his parting words were, Remember, son, courage and loyalty count above all else. It was Raye Fraser's third year in college. He had been chosen for the varsity team. Yet he did not accept the position with eager joy for he knew that he was a coward. Raye feared the rough and tumble fights. He had tried to overcome his fear for the sake of his Alma Mater and his father, but he could not. He knew he was afraid, but overshadowing that was the fear that he should break his father's heart. He was a coward. Raye lost his usual appearance and cheerfulness and on the day of the final and famous game with Yale he was haggard and worn. The bleachers and grandstand were full to overflowing. Harvard's crim- son banners streamed in the cool air while opposite them were the blue and white symbols of the rival. Suddenly the door of the training house opened and the teams ran onto the field. Roar upon roar, cheer after cheer filled the air. Every fan seemed to go wild with the appearance of his favorite. High above the others rose, Raye, Raye Fraser. Ben Fraser and his classmates were there. The heart of Raye swelled until he felt it would burst, it swelled not with pride, but with shame and fear. The game began, but Raye saw little of it. He sat upon the bench. His body was bathed in a cold sweat, his face was white, beads of clammy perspiration stood on his pale brow. He had failed. He was a coward. The coach had not allowed him to play. A touch roused him. He looked into the anxious face of Coach Carl. The coach's voice was kind, Raye, my boy, I am going to send you in. It all depends upon you. I know how you feel, but, remember the game stands zero to zero and our only hope is that you find your courage. Do your best, lad. Raye rose and lurched his stagger- ing way toward the field. He was unconscious of all about him until after what seemed an eternity. He saw the ball coming toward him. He leaped to meet it. Hugging it to him, he ran. Out of empty space sprang a mountain of flesh. His cour- age was failing, but just in time rang the clear, strong voice of his father, On, lad, down him Raye. Like an electric shock that voice pierced his blurred brain, and with stiffened arm he warded the attack. His mind cleared, and with a speed unknown to him, he bounded toward the goal. Crash! Had he run into a land- slide? He disengaged himself from a whirlpool of arms and legs. There lay the ball. He snatched it up, and sprang away. Like a deer he sped over the ground. Bang, smash! He came up against another avalanche of human bodies. The sound of the whistle was drowned by the happy cry of the fans. Slowly the players disentangled themselves. There lay Raye Fraser, protecting the ball with his body, a foot over the line. The fans went crazy, wild. Raye

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THE BOREAS 5 One day in August one of the large statues toppled over on to a servant who was cleaning its silver name plate. The injury to the servant was so severe that he died a few days later. Death continued to take its toll: many of the servants died after suffering for a few days with an un- known disease which baffled spe- cialists. Mr. Holden, the owner of the Castle, decided to conduct an in- vestigation to find the source of the mysterious disease. While in the midst of this search another series of events took place. Mr. Holden's daughter and her hus- band came to spend the remainder of the summer at the Castle. They were not informed of the superstitions connected with it 5 nor were they told about the death of the servants. They looked forward to a delightful and restful vacation. They spent most of their time strolling about the grounds or mountain climbing. It became a custom for them to spend the twilight hours inthe gardeng then, as the shadows deepened, they usually re- ti 'ed to the drawing room to read. One evening they were so busily engaged in reading that they were unaware of a peculiar odor which gradually filled the room. Their heads droopedg and they were found the next morning-dead! This last incident caused further investigation, especially in the draw- ing room where the young people had died. Mr. Holden secured the services of a skilled detective, Bertreau, who had an unusual reputation for cases of this type. He found that he was confronted with the most extraordi- nary case in his lifetime. He could find no indication of violence on the bodies of the dead, he failed to find any traces of poison. The former trouble among the servants could be explainedg but this last trouble cer- tainly baffled Bertreau. One day, while a group of laborers were working under the supervision of Bertreau, one Workman discovered a separate chamber in the fireplace. He found in it a metal container, which contained a residue of powder. After analyzing the residue the last mysterious accident was explained: the powder was capable of giving of a deadly, odorless gas under proper heating. The fire in the fireplace had gradually heated this, and it had found its way into the room where it had done its deadly work. Mr. Holden was willing to sell the Castle after so many misfortunesg but various stories about it prohibited its sale. Again it was abandoned, and it is still unoccupied. O. A., '28. FOUND: COURAGE Raye Fraser was the son of a fa- mous and excellent football player, who had saved many games for his Alma Mater. He had upheld the reputation of his college at several instances when it appeared that the game belonged to the opposing team. He had won these games by courage alone, when it seemed that he could not move his bruised and weary body. His disgust and contempt for a cow- ard and quitter was unbearable. Thus he had drilled his son in the game

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THE BOREAS 7 Fraser had won the game. The coach was the first to grasp his hand, and with a happy smile on his face, Raye said, I found it, Coach,- my courage. A. W., '30. A TRIBUTE TO MAINE At night the darkness and the rain, Upon the earth did fall, But, ah, it could not hide the land My mem'ry does recall. Beneath me, like a rolling plain, My Maine spread far and wide About me stretched the wonderous No darkness, it could hide. land, As if by glorious sunset lit, . The land of childhood lay, Observant to the eye of love That sees by night or day. Oh glorious land, my native home, My heart has turned to thee. I long for thy sweet scented air And pungent old pine tree. Oh bcauteous land of joyful youth, To thee I must return, To thy familiar sylvan haunts Among thy flowers and fern. Oh lovely land of babyhood, To thee my heart does cry: To thee I pay my homage due, Thy memory ne'er shall die. A. W. '30 SAILING Far, far out on Senior Sea Ten noble Seniors go sailing away To a place where some day I hope I'll be, Sailing into life where hope holds sway. In Junior Bay, what's this I see? Seven brave Juniors hard working away: Striving to conquer the Senior Sea, And sail into life where hope holds sway. Here on Sophomore Beach there stand, Striving and working to leave some day, Seventeen, who are happy and glad To sail into life where hope holds sway. . P. C. '30 THE LAND WHERE LOST THINGS GO It has always been a profound mystery to me where lost things go. I uttered these words almost uncon- sciously a few days ago. I had retired, but had not gone to sleep, for that day I had either lost or misplaced the theme which was due the next morning. I had not discovered this fact until quite late in the evening. I was quite sure the theme was in the house, but to find it was an impossibility. But where do lost things go? These were my last thoughts, as I fell asleep. In had just closed my eyes when I was suddenly awakened by a voice saying: Rise, dress, and come with me. I did as I was bid. I dressed so quickly that I had had no time to notice my com- panion's appearance until I paused in put- ting on my hat. It noticed she was a girl no older than myself, dressed warmly in furs. Wrap up well for we are going a long Way. I am going to take you to the land where lost things go, she said. I was delighted at this prospect and soon found myself comfortably seated in a flying machine, which soon started at full speed in the direction of the moon. It was a glorious starlight night, and as the machine, which my companion told me was called the Queen of the Sky, soared straight up among' the stars, the sight was one not to be missed. I had hardly dared to speak. At last, gaining courage, I asked her where we were going. To the moon, to be sure, where I have charge of the department of 'Lost School Supplies', was the answer. As soon as we had reached the moon she hurried me into a tiny sleigh. We again sped away until we came to a large build- ing, which my companion told me was made entirely of rulers which the pupils of Bingham High School had lost. The door opened and we passed in. Here my guide left me, saying that I could look about me all I wished. Noticing an open door at the end of the hall, I went into the next room. Here I recognized many familiar objects. On a long shelf there were numerous piles of different articles. Over these were the names of pupils of B. H. S. There were pencils, pens, erasers. Seeing my own name, I went to the shelf, and among the first things I found was my theme. The people up in the Moon have not the ability to make and manufacture their own supplies. So once a week the year around the Queen of the Sky is sent to earth to bring back lost articles. l l