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

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In the long, long ago there lived a THE BoREAs -5 L 6 1 Efirzviv Vsmvvvgemuirifimrpwvfftssiiigussmsitmslim gi Qz'Q?'3f'gflCQv1mEf',Q3mrr'W'xow5tmnn?f5QlF5m11r ., - L5 L l l E R A R Y aff E APPLE SAUCE little apples on a tree in the back yard, and there were seven starving children to eat them. The widow was poor widow. This unhappy woman was the sole means of support for seven unusually healthy, always hun- gry children. These offspring, three big, fat boys and four still larger and fatter girls, possessed enormous and ravaging appetites. Food was scarce- ly placed upon the table before it would disappear, and a clamor for more would be heard. Such a craving for food as they had could not be imagined. The poor widow lived in agony. What should she do? Her children seemed to be all mouth and appetite. Indeed, their stomach must have been of rubber and the funny thing about it was, the more they ate the hungrier they became. The despairing mother's life became a tortured existence, Night and day she toiled, washing and scrubbing, scrubbing and Washing. Night and day her ever hungry children devour- ed and cried for more, cried for more and devoured. And alas! The time came when there was nothing to eat except four faced with the great problem of divid- ing them equally among the clamor- ing young ones. All day and all night she puzzled over the task. Fractions, division, addition, subtraction, and multiplica- tion became but a muddle of confus- ing figures in her tired brain. She even resorted to algebra, but it Was all in vain! She turned to geometry. Circles whirled through her exhausted brain. They whirled in giddy move- ments before her tired eyes, yet it was to no purpose. She could not solve the problem, yetit must be done. They must be divided equally and be- fore morning. Suddenly a word leaped out of the darkness at her. It was written in letters of flame-- Apple Sauce! A. W. '30 CUPID Snooty, whose real name was William Desmond, was the promising

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BINGHAM HIGH SCHOOL - L 5 1 + far happier and better than the boy or girl who did not learn that great lesson. Thus in order to be success- ful in this big world, one must co- operate in all things and at all times with one's fellowmen. L. M. C. '29 THE VALUE OF MANUAL TRAINING IN HIGH SCHOOL To the question, Does manual training have its place in high school? we would answer, Yes . More and more high schools have in- troduced this course each year and the value of the work has been noted. No other course for boys offers such an opportunity for practical work as Manual Arts. Most boys have a desire to manipulate, to handle, and to fashion things with their hands. Manual-Arts offers an avenue for the satisfaction of this desire. Aboy may not find the academic courses attractive. He becomes rest-- less, dissatified with school and the result is his leaving school to engage in some form of handwork. This boy, with the motor type of mind, would undoubtedly remain in school longer, if he were able to direct his energy towards a more desirable course. In this way, he derives, in addition to handwork, a general edu- cation from his academic courses, Whereas, if he left school, the educa- tional benefits would be lacking in his career. Along with manual training some academic studies are required. Thus a boy is trained to do both kinds of thinking, by both mental and manual work. He may belong to both types, may be both an indoor and an outdoor man. Manual Training may lead to self- discovery. Drawing is intimately re- lated to manual training. By draw- ing plans a boy may discover that he wishes to become an architect, or through other branches he may wish to become a carpenter or painter, etc. Manual-Arts may also create an in- ventive genius in a boy, which may later lead to an important invention. Manual training also helps to make aboy efficient in his home. He can furnish for the house beautiful pieces of exquisite design made by his own hands, and his knowledge of hand- work surely comes in handy when things need repair. Even though a boy does not intend to enter any of the occupations for which manual training prepares him, it isa good course to take in high school. For men engaged in profes- sional and business life, there is no better avocation than some form of manual-arts work. Iam sure you will all agree that Manual Training has its value as a part of the high school curriculm. K. H. B. '32 ' QXQQXQQXQ QJVQQJVQ QXQ

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BINGHAM HIGH SCHOOL young sheik in the third grade, the pride of his mother, and envy of the boys. For three days now he had scraped up enough courage to walk home with Gertie Pretzle, amid the hoots, howls and cat calls of his fellow- men. Before, he had always worn dirty overalls to school and had his hair all mussed upg but for three days he had appeared as though he had just stepped from the latest fashion magazine. Saturday it was reported that they were all to go to the town hall to pick out the characters and practice for the play, The Gallant Knight , which they were to give the following month. That night Snooty prayed as he had never prayed before that he himself might be The Gallant Knight , and Gertie Pretzle the fair heroine whom he marries and lives happy with ever after. Saturday afternoon the third grade had assembled and the teacher was reading the list of characters and their impersonators. Snooty's heart paused an instant as she read, The Gallant Knight, - William Desmond . Then witha whoop he went sailing around the room. He stopped in mid air as he heard the fair heroine allot- ted to Ethyl Doolittle, the freckled face girl in long pigtails and a finger in her mouth. Then came the practicing part and Snooty, very reluctant, was forced to put his arm around Ethyl and kiss her stubby fingers. With a sigh of relief he bounded to the door when it was over to walk home with Gertie, but Gertie sailed by very haughtily with the Harris boy. Witha lump in his throat, he turned homeward. His bubble of happiness was broken. The following Monday he again appeared in his dirty overalls until another divine inspiration should come along. P. C. '30 1...-. HOW MY FRIEND LANDED A TROUT There I stood on a smooth sloping ledge, overlooking six feet of foaming black water, trying to keep that trout I had hooked from tying up all the sticks and rocks in the river. I was having all I could do when my friend offered to assist me. ' Now, when a person weighs about one hundred and seventy pounds, and wears a pair of hobnailed boots, he has some difficulty in crossing a slip- pery ledge as smooth as glass. After three or four timely escapes from a cold bath, my friend finally reached a sandy point on the farther side of the ledge. He secured my patented dip net, consisting of a crotched alder stick with a fifty cent net attached, and was ready to land my fish. There is a right and a wrong way to net a trout. By the right method the trout is slowly pulled in until he is within reach of the net. The man handling the net then very slowly and carefully siips the net under the fish, making sure to have the fish enter head first. My friend was evidently an amateur at this trick. As I worked the trout within the reach of his net, he grip- ped the handle of the net and made a