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

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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

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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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8 THE' BOREAS It can be seen from this that the children in the moon take advantage of our care- lessness. Is it any wonder that we seldom find lost pencils, pens, papers, and books? I was about to conceal my theme in my dress in order to take it back to earth, when my guide entered the room, and told me it was time to go. I remembered noth- ing of the ride to earth. But, as the Hying machine neared my home, my companion roused me, and put into my hand a card on which was the motto: A place for every thing and every thing in its place. V. H. '28 HAUNTING MEMORIES It was Spring! Birds were carol- ing their joy to the world. Every tiny throat throbbed and beat with joyous song. Pure, trilling notes of happi- ness filled the air. Spring had come! The great hillside was as warm with life. Gay, bright spots of color dashed in and out among the bud- ding trees. The birds were begin- ning their spring home building. The tall maples were developing V their green leaves. The tiny blades of grass were springing up everywhere. Hun- dreds of pretty, odorous flowers cov- ered the ground in splotches. A' sweet, clean, pure smell prevailed over all. Spring had come indeed! So thought Joy Bells as she drove her smart little roadster along the winding road at the foot of the beau- tiful hill. Spring is the most glorious time of the whole year. It's great to be young and in love with life. Isn't it, Pal ? p. She 'addressed the handsome collie at her side. - Pal seemed to understand hisiz adored mistress' mood and wagged a silkendtail. It must be fad- mitted that although Joy had a voice like the tinkling of fairy bells, her voice was not the only lovable feature which she possessed. She was lovable from the tips of her toes to the last shining golden hair of her head. The slim boyish form, clad in white, told of athletic life. Everything about Joy was dainty. One was immediately impressed by her independence and strong character. She seemed wholly capable of caring for herselfg and she was. Joy Bells was an orphan. She cher- ished dreams of childhood happinessg she dreamed of the gentle, loving mother, the kind, adoring fatherg the beautiful, happy home. These were the thoughts that filled her heart and made tears come to her blue eyes. She stopped her car and sat gazing up the hillside. It was a place like-that where they had their last picnic. They had enjoyed that day, little realizing that within two days, fifteen, years ago, all of the family except Joy would be killed in a train accident. up L Joy was accustomed ito hiding her pain but-her voice broke: Such is life, Pal. We had better move along. The white roadster sprang for- ward. It sped along the road at a reckless rate. Its driver crouched over thecwheel. Her face was' white and tense, her eyes shone like stars. Joy was running away from her grief. The roadster darted over the smooth roadg on and on it speeded. The roadside was a swiftly moving blur, until-CRASH! Leslie Webster' sprangffrogm his horse and ran forward. A streak of white had come around'the' :corner