Wilton Academy - Eagle Yearbook (Wilton, ME)

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in-Aa 0 Spirit unconfined! Thy ways are free As is the wandering windf, GRANDMOTHER Harriet Rowe, '36 HE grandmother you have known may have been cranky and bigoted or as infinitely youthful and sportive as the one I extol. In either case a grandmother is a great teacher. I like to look at my grandmother through the light of her girlhood and wonder if I have inherited any of her goodness. Today I can tell just what kind of a girl she was while she studied at the little country school. I can picture how she looked when she was sixteen and the master told her she would be as fit a teacher for the school as he. She tells me that she was much older for her age than I, for at ten years she worked her own board and attended school. Shortly after her seventeenth birthday she was married. My mother was her oldest girl and how glad I am to be her grandchild. Some people grow more narrow-minded with every year of life past middle-age, but not she. Each day adds something of beauty to her character. She marvels at how life has changed since she was a girl but she accepts it all, never scolding or criticising unjustly, and although she may disapprove she is never shocked. And what is best of all, she is really understanding for she knows how it feels to be young. She is glad for me when something makes me happy and is always laughing at me or with me and saving me from embarrassment. Ever smiling, always cheerful, she is more full of fun than any of her score of grandchildren. With such an example before me is it any wonder that I revolt against an old age with no enthusiasm or interest in life? I want to grow old like my grandmother. THE WAX SHIP Paul VVheeler, ,35 'I' was September, 1729, the weather had fallen sharp, a flighty piping wind, laden with showers, beat about the town, and the dead leaves ran riot along the streets. Foam-flccked billows frisked into the coves, swashed, against the stone pier, and guggled in its deep crevices. Off against the horizon mottled lowering clouds were sweeping in across the waters. An old sailor, couched against an uprooted granite block on the edge of the pier, looked out across the bay, contemplatively stroking a grizzled jaw. Behind the old man stretched a distance of broken cobblestones between which straggling mosses and tough witch-grass grew. Against the side of the quay a straining bark scraped. Wind whined through the rigging, hawsers and guys, the ship's harness, screechedg a port- hole covering slammed dismally somewhere. The ship was painted black. A snarling wolf, a large gargoyle from Paris, leaped out from the prow, straining at its lease chain. At the other end of the cobbled dock was a paved square which was partly walled in by several salt-stained brick warehouses, whose windows were mere barred slits. A few 15

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THE ,E,A,GLE 1935 r RUTH VERA WELLS 3 Friendship is constant in all thingsf, Home Economics Courseg Home Economics Club 1, 2, 3, 4: Treasurer 35 Chorus 1, 2, 35 Glee Club 4g Athletic Council 45 Field Hockey 45 Basket- ball 2, 3, 43 Captain 45 Junior Production Chorus 1, 2, 35 Eagle Board. A quiet little person? But there's a roguish glint in her eye, and a hint of mischief in her smile, that prove this outward reserve only a mask for the good-will within. A good sport in all things, her warm friendliness is as unlimited as her friends, and friends she will surely make wherever she goes. PAUL LeBARON WHEELER He only is a well-made man who has a good determination. Classical Courseg P. G. Diploma5 3-year Honor Rankg Commencement Speakerg President of Class 45 Co-operative Store Manager 45 Class Plays 2, 3, 45 Junior Production Chorus 25 Football 45 Prize Speaking Contest 35 Basketball 35 Debating Club 3, 45 Eagle Board. Wheelie will long be remembered for his dashing smile and ready wit, his strong determination to succeed, and his marked qualities as a leader. But he will longer be remembered for his friendly sympathy and the mischief which is always lurking, ready to appear at odd moments. And who could resist his persuasive salesmanship? PAUL STILLMAN FARNUM The way to cheerfulness is to keep our bodies in exercise and ou-r minds at easef' Classical Courseg Secretary of Class 45 Athletic Council 4g Class Plays 2, 3, 45 Basketball 2, 3, 45 Captain 45 Baseball 35 Tennis 45 Eagle Board 4. Swish! Paul has just sent another basket home., To see him in the basketball hall or on the dance floor one would never guess that he is famous for a schoolroom slouch. He combines drama and comedy in his Latin translations to a rollicking degree. A wide grin is his passport to popularity. FACULTY MAURICE EARLE. A.B., Bates Summer School, 1927, 1930, 1932, 1934. Taught, New Salem, Mass., 1922-19273 Sub-master, New Salem, 1922, 19233 Principal, New Salem, 1923-19275 Principal, Can- ton, Maine, 1927-1929. Appointed 1929. Principal, Departments of History, Economics and Sociology. SUSAN WESTON. A.B., Colbyg University of Maine Summer School, 1929-1930. Appointed, 1908. Vice Principal, Departments of Mathematics and Physics. DOROTHY DUMAIS. A.B., Bates, Bates Summer School, 1929, 1934. Taught, North Bennington, Vermont, 1926-1928. Appointed, 1928. Departments of French and Latin. CLARENCE SPEARIN. B.S., University of Maineg University of Maine Summer School, 1928, 19345 Cornell Summer School, 1929. Taught, Island Falls, Maine, 1928. Appointed, 1929. Sub-master, Departments of Agriculture, Biology, and Chemistry. ' LILLIAN BECKER. A.B., Middleburyg Oxford University Summer Session, 1933. Appointed 1931. Department of English. ABNER TOOTHAKER. B.S., University of Illinoisg Colby Summer School of Coaching, 1932. North Eastern University Coaching School, Summer, 1934. Director of Physical Education, and Coach, Livermore Falls, Maine, 1929-1930. Appointed, 1931. Director of Physical Education and Coach. HAROLD KARKOS. A.B., Bates College. Appointed, 1933. Departments of English, Arithmetic, Algebra, and General Science. KATHERINE MEAD. B.S., University of Maine5 University of Maine Summer School, 1934. Dietitian of the School for Girls, Park Ridge, Illinois, August to January, 1934. Appointed April, 1934. Departments of Home Economics and Bookkeeping. EMILY STUART. A.B., Wheaton Collegeg B.S.E., Music, Lowell QMass.j State Teachers' College. Taught, Plymouth, N.H., Teachers, College, Summer School, 1934. Appointed, 1934. Substitute Music Supervisor. 14

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T H E E A G L E . 1 9 3 5 dingy shops and offices huddled about the head of the wharf. A faded hostelry edged with baroque trimmings squatted at the foot of a low hill capped by a cluster of neat cottages. Opposite the hill and separate from the warehouses, a commercial establishment unique in all England loomed over the waterfront. There were no windows on its outer face. A spire-like turret gazed over the harbor and the ocean beyond. The large Central room was as strange as the building itself, there were nine sides and the nine separate planes of the ceiling sloped upward to a central peak. From the peak swung a silver chandelier with twenty-seven slim candles. Nine glittering sconces clung to the walls. About the room was placed in grotesque order a collection of fantastic furniture. There was Oriental statuaryg there were ugly consoles whose slim mahogany legs were fastened to polished balls of silver, curious mirrors with satyrs glaring out of their depths hung over the nine sets of candles, several tassled lounges upholstered in gaudy tapestry squatted under these wall lights, and there was a massive fireplace over which the twin brother of the wolf on the black ship hung by his lease chain. Stretched out on a lion's skin, head resting on mane, a youth lay gazing intently into the flaring tragedies of the hearth. He was a delicate stripling of some seventeen yearsg his shoulders, a symmetrical base for an intelligent head, tapered gracefully into slender hipsg bare legs, comfortably lazy, entangled each other on the soft rug. An elderly man was humped in a great chair looking out into an inner court. A hawk face with a foreign cast dominated all other physical characteristics, a moustache drooped pathetically, drawing his face into longer linesg eyes gazed moodily out of deep sockets. His fingers drummed impatiently on the intricately chiseled arm of the chair, three Chinese signets dangled spasmodically from a fob pocket in his gold-laced vest. Finally in exasperation he jerked to his feet and started pacing to and fro before the warm but cheerless hearth. '6Abba is late. I wish the man would comef' The boy rolled over. Is there anything I can do for you, master?,' No, no-but yes. Come! Get that black teak box in the tower? The master hastily made a decision. Here, master. The boy returned, carrying a small box whose black surface shone as though greased. Now, Ronyon, get your cape and mine, too. Weire going outf, Presently they were passing from the heavy atmosphere of the empty warehouse through a stone door into the salty breeze whisking about the square. Well, Ronyon, the old man hesitatingly began, I guess we'll have to see Mupha Abba. We are going to leave tomorrow on a long journey. I'd like to know its out- come-or at least a signf' he ended weakly. He was a little ashamed of his failing, which he at times half suspected to be a warped notion. Ronyon smiled sympathetically. He understood this man to whom he had been apprenticed. He was grateful to him, for he had given him an education and fatherly care. The boy wished earnestly that the man wouldn't believe so utterly in the control wielded by fate. Now they were approaching the Arab's dwelling, a little shop tucked under a grilled slit of one of the great storehouses on the other side of the square, a sign warped by damp age read: Abba, dealer in imported horses, harness shop, and alchemist. They entered the musty stall over a moulded threshold. Abba was seated on a little platform stitch- ing harness. 16