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

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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

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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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THE BOREAS 'L f 8 I 4' regular cave man plunge into the water over the trout. The trout, which must have thought that the world was coming to an end, started on another rampage around the pool. After several minutes work, I had the trout ready for the net again. This time my friend, who was in my mind at that time, anything but a friend, grapped the leader and pulled the fish into shallow water. The tense mo- ment had come. After missing that fish about a dozen times, my com- panion finally succeeded in getting the net tangled up in the dropper fly. Being unable to get the net untangled he resorted to another amateurish stunt, he began winding up the leader on the net frame. He wound about three feet of the leader before he stop- ped. Then, getting a solid grip he lifted the net, fish and all out of the Water. Perhaps you think that that trout liked this treatment, but he did- n't. He bucked, plunged, turned a tail spin, and took a nose diveg but still my friend held him over the edge of the water just to see if he was hooked solidly. After becoming con- vinced that the fish was hooked solid- ly, my friend laid the net and fish on the ledge. Just as soon as the fish touched the rock the hook was out of his mouth, and he was slowly slipping down the ledge toward the water. Something had to be done immediate- ly, and before my companion had de- cided what to do next, I had crossed the ledge and throttled the trout right before his eyes. When the excitement was all over my friend exclaimed with pride, I landed him, didn't I? C. C. '29 RAIN DROPS There's something sad and plaintive, Yet fills my soul with delight. About the patter of rain drops Upon my roof at night. Ah, how sweet are the memories, Revived by the dropping rain. How dear were they, the faces My eyes see once again. The images once so beloved Overflow my heart with pain As slowly before me they march In time to the pattering rain. In solemn review they pass Before my saddened sight, And with heavy heart, I pray For the ceasing of rain at night. A. W. '30 MAIN STREET OR BROADWAY Main Street with its funny little stores is so different from Broadway. This was what Sanford Marks was thinking as he walked into the post- ofiice, which was tucked away over at one side of a tiny grocery store. The grocery store boasted the name 'Carl and Son'. It boasted of this name because Enos Carl was the most im- portant man in the small town of Wakefield. Sanford Marks laughed softly to himself as he said to the tall, lanky girl with hair combed straight back over her ears, Box 24, please . He was not laughing at this girl. Oh no! Sanford Marks would not do such a thing as that. He was laughing be- cause he was making himself believe that he lived in a tiny toy town, where