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

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BOREAS 17 to look at the rest of the group, a new bewilderment followed. He knew the room, his brother, but he stared at the rest. Then young Doctor Sawyer knew that the time had come. Now he could begin to work with the patient who found himself, but lost the mem- ory of thirteen years. Iklklkt THE SUNNY HILLS OF CONCORD MY HOME The sunny hills of Concord Are the best for you and me. f 'lhe scenery is the finest From Maine to 'I'ennessee. The trees you find are many, All kinds are to be seen, Maple, ash, and hemlock, And all the evergreen. The spring hnds all leaves budding, The summer finds them brightg In autumn they are glorious. ln winter trees are white. in winter there are sleigh rides, 1've never had such fun, 'lhe harness bells are tinkling And how the horses run! 'ine gardening starts out easy, All you do is throw the seedsg But the only thing I hate is Pulling up the weeds. 'lhen there comes the haying, 'Ihe animals must eatg But please don't start yelling, When the thistles pierce your feet. Then comes the harvesting, Potatoes must be dug. Be sure and wipe your shoes outside Don't dirty up the rug. The sunny hills of Concord Are the best for you and me. The scenery is the finest From Maine to 'I'ennessee. A. Cahill '48 4: ir as xr WHAT A LINE! It was gossip all over town by now. Peg Hardy had a black eye! She had been down town when she got it. But then, let's start at the beginning, The rumor had started Saturday morning when Mrs. Avery had called Peg to tell her the news. Did you know they really have some at Brown's? I got some myself this morning and then I sent John down to get me some more. But you'll have to hurry, Peg, because they won't last long, said Mrs. Avery. Oh, have they really? I'll go right down. Thanks for telling me. Good- bye, replied Peg. She slammed the receiver and hur- riedly dried the rest of the dishes. Snatching the coat nearest her, she ran out the door like a whirl-wind. When she got to the corner, the bus had just left and she had to wait fif- teen whole minutes for the next one. Finally the bus arrived and Peg board- ed it, but there were so many people already there that she had to stand. At the next stop Mrs. Green got on and made her way toward Peg. Hello, Peg, Did you hear about that awful Clark girl? She was over to Jean's party last night and she act- ed so nice and polite, but I didn't let that fool me. I know her type. Why, when they started dancing she just hung on to that Batcher boy. She wouldn't let go. He likes Jean, you

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16 BOREAS clash of thunder was followed by a brilliant Hash that revealed nothing of Markus Anderson. The rain drove against the window, and young Doc- tor Sawyer, rising from his chair, wished that the family had seen best to have someone else living with their lost relative other than the faithful Albert and the cook, who were both in the servants' quarters. True, he was quite harmless, but it would have been a bit more pleasant under the circ-umstances, not to be alone with this queer lost genius. The lightning no longer helped him as he groped a- cross to the light switch, it had lost its brightness, and came faintly and at long intervals. He was thankful that the storm was breaking so soon. He slid his hands along the smooth sur- face of the wall, feeling for the switch. A sound filled the room, that was not thunder, and he Spun around to face the piano, Dimly he made out the form leaning over the keys. The music filled the room and drowned out the noise of the wind and rain outside, it was a series of chords each one a deaf- ening sound. Sawyer found the switch, and the room was Hooded with light. The player did not notice the light. Sawyer thought quicklyg here was his chance. The storm had brought back a little of the memory. If only he could complete the picture! He was startled as Albert appeared suddenly in the doorway, staring in amazement to- ward the man at the piano. It's the piece, he murmured to the young doctor. Yes, I thought so, Sawyer whis- pered. You must remember every- thing that goes with that piece. Every- thing! Who came to hear it that night? Albert, bewildered, remained silent. Quickly, urged Sawyer. All the family? And the friend, is he living? The critic, I mean. Come Albert, think fast! Finally Albert left to call those who were available and near at hand, as he had done thirteen years ago. Sawyer turned his attention to An- derson, who played on and ong and as he listened, he knew it to be the com- position that had failed. There was no theme or tune, but a series of notes that went on endlessly. The doctor watched his patient carefully. He showed no signs of fatigue. Sawyer crossed the room to see the musician's face. It had the same blank expres- sion as before. His eyes did not show interest. The young doctor felt that his scheme was hopeless. He went back to the door and called ffoftly to Albert who had finished tele- phoning in the hall. He talked with him in the doorway, together they ar- ranged the room as Albert remember- cd it had been thirteen years ago. The young doctor appealed to the family to help him, as they hurriedly gathered in the study. The playing ceased. They heard the clock on the mantle ticking, then ap- plause filled the room. Slowly Markus Anderson turned, and he looked be- wildered. Oscar Anderson arose, and all eyes watched him as he approached his brother. Markus, that was a masterpiece! he boomed. The musician's eyes grew bright at the familiar voice, and the longed for praise. He smiled. But when he turned

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18 BOREAS know, but he just couldn't get rid of that Marcia Clark. He had to dance every dance with her. She does that at all of the parties, and she even asked him to take her home! Jean told me so after they left. Oh yes, did you heal' about JeE Corners? Why he is going over to Mrs. Grey's every Saturday night, and her husband's only been dead a year. I'd be ashamed if I were she, wouldn't you? I never saw such goings on. Why this town will ruin all of our decent young people. I know, said Peg as the bus stop- ped, but I really have to go now. It was nice to see you. Do come over some evening. Oh thank you, gurgled Mrs. Green. I surely Will. Peg got off the bus and hurriedly went into Brown's. She saw the crowd ahead of her, several lines. There must be at least fifty people. She elbowed her way through the crowd and joined the shortest line. She waited for some minutes. Finally she was fifth in line. Five minutes later she stood at the counter. She looked at the clerk a- mazed. On the counter were several different kinds of cigarettes. VVhat brand, Miss? asked the clerk. Why-oh-er-oh my goodness! I'm at the wrong counter, mumbled Peg as she turned away. She made her way to another line, her face red with embarrassment. In practically no time there were several people behind her. Someone pushed, and Peg fell forward. She stumbled and hit the lady in front of her. Well, what do you think you're doing? You're not going to push me around. I'm staying right here. Don't you have any decency? asked the old lady crossly. Peg straightened up and Bang! the lady's elbow hit Peg squarely in the eye. I guess that'll hold you, grumbled the old lady, Peg's eye was swelling and she could feel it getting sore. She glanced at a mirror near her. She had a beauti- ful scarlet eye. In a few minutes it would be a marvelous shiner . The crowd moved slowly on. Exact- ly thirteen minutes later Peg emerged, battle-scarred, from the throng with her box of Kleenex tucked safely un- der her arm. B. Lane '46 PK Dk Ik PF WOODLAND STREAM I have a favorite spot in the woods Where I always like to go. It's beside a bubbling brook Where the water is extra low. It seems as if all the animals Like to go down there to drink And there are a few who live there Such as the slippery mink. My favorites though are quite timid That is, the doe and her fawn. I hardly ever see them Except in the early dawn. 'lhere is also the large racoon. With his paws he catches fish. Although I should not prefer them raw, He thinks it a tasty dish. There are many other animals Who this quiet pool like to view And I like to go there best of all When I am feeling blue. J. Palmer '48