Woodland High School - Jewel Yearbook (Woodland, ME)

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14 THE JEVVEIL ney. The automatic control jerked us to a stop rather quickly. 'flt certainly did, the girl assured him, as she straightened her saucy pill- box hat. Then with a smile that display- ed an even row of pearly white teeth, she said, ttlim afraid you weren't watching the controls very closelyf' Jack blushed, then looked up and stammered, Huh?--Oh, I--that is--well, no. I guess I wasnlt . To be truthful, l was really looking' at you. If you have forgiven me, would you mind telling me your name if' UOf course I have forgiven you. My name is Connie Bryan. I came here look- ing for a job. You see, I wrote to the manager, Mr. Manship about the secre- tarial position I saw advertised in the paper. He suggested that I come down for an interview, so here I am!,' Jack looked surprised as Well as pleased. I hope you will get the job, he replied, Hthen I could ride you up and down often. VVith a bump included each time, I supposefl laughed Connie. Say do you realize we have been stopped here for 20 minutes? Hear those buzzers! You'd bet- ter let me out and get on the job. Jack was so happy that he could only stare at Connie and smile. Finally he managed to say--tWVell, Connie, I'll have to lower away, but please believe me when I say this is the nicest elevator trip I ever had. Incidently, I'll be around when your interview is over. Going down! Going down! Pl? 16 as Sis THE CONSPIRACY If I could only get away from it all! Just one short week is all I'd ask--- just to rest and read to my heart's con- tent, and not have this incessant worry over bills! bills! bills ! ran Lillian's thoughts as she emerged from the subway and wended her way through the crowd, which, like herself, was homeward bound, after another day at the office. She was not a beautiful girl, but there was about her an indefinable something which caus- ed passerby to think, 'tHow attractive she is! NVith her vivid blue eyes, fring- ed with long, dark lashes, and with satin- like skin, tinted blush pink by the wind and exercise, she, indeed, presented a lovely picture. A thrill of excitement entered her being as she noticed the new green of the grass, buds bursting forth on the trees, and the feeling of life be- ginning anew. She hastened her steps until she reached the apartment house, where her mother greeted her with a smile, saying, ttDinner is ready, dear, you must be hungry' after your walk, so I'll hustle things on while you get ready. Lillian hastily? put hat, coat, and scarf in the clothes press, performed her ablutions, and sat down to eat lunch. A few minutes later Mrs. Bennett went into the dining room. ttLillian, why aren't you eating? she exclaimed. At the sound of her mother's sympa- thetic voice, the girl burst into tears. Oh, Mother, she wept., I can't stand this continual strain of not knowing where the next cent is coming from. Mrs. Bennett replied grimly, 'tThat settles it! You are going to have a vaca- tion and--- But, Mother, interrupted Lillian, where shall we get the money? NI value my daughterls health more than money,', her mother quietly replied. YVe'll plan to go back to Maine. It was good to be back in the quiet, little town of her childhood. For the first time since her father's death, her mother really seemed happy and content. They spent hours walking by the sea, re- newing old friendships, and relaxing as much as possible. On the third day of their vacation, Mrs. Bennett went to call on a former school-mate, and Lillian decided to stroll along the coast. As she rounded the point, she came upon a man, seated upon a stone and gazing out to sea. He looked up quickly, then stood up, smiling, and advanced toward her. '4Am I dreaming or is it Lillian Bennett who approaches? he laughed. At once Lillian recognized

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THE JEXVE-L 13 controls became even harder to handle. At times the storm would start to abate, only to return its attack on the plane with renewed fury. If his luck and the radio beam held out, he had a small chance of reaching -Chicago. Once there his job would be only half done. He would have to land and---his eyes suddenly flashed to the for- gotten gas indicator. Ile switched to the reserve tank in just a nick of time. There were twenty minutes flying time left with the gas in the reserve tank. His gas dwindled from twenty to fif- teen--twelve--eleven--ten and then like a lighthouse to a storm tossed mariner there came a short silence in his headphones. Ile had passed through the cone of silence directly over the beam station at Chicago. The silence spoke as loudly as the deep- est roaring fog horn ever did. By the time he had circled, fiown back, and circled once again, his gas had dwindled to five minutes flying time. Somewhere below lay the Chicago Air- port--but where? IIe knew the beam sta- tion was at the near end of tl1e runway. but it was up to him to judge exactly right or--. Already he was racking his brain for an appropriate prayer. The huge ship began to settle slowly. Sud- denly, at 600 feet he sighted the airport through a rift in the fog. He had swung to the right too far. Quickly he side- slipped to correct his error. The big ship shot over a line of telephone wires and between two hangers. Ile brought her to a perfect landing and rolled up to the Administration Building. 'With a sigh of relief he opened the window on his side and shouted to the attendants for a doc- tor and an ambulance. He forced his tired body out of the chair and back into the cabin. YVith Mr. Young-'s help they carried Taylor into the building. After Taylor' had been taken care of, Mr. Young turned to XVarren, placed his hand on NVarren's shoulder, and began to speak. My boy, any man who can handle a plane like that is worthy of my daughter regardless of his pay. Since it was my influence that got us into this trouble, it should be my influence that brings about a happy ending. I don't imagine that it will take much to persuade Jessica, but I will have a talk with the Superinten- dent. and don't be surprised if the name of a certain Yvarren Jackson appears on the promotion list soon. Francis Brown, '38 ae :lk 9? :lk ROMANCE IN AN ELEVATOR f'Going up! Going up! shouted Jack Evans, the handsome elevator boy in the Chandler Department Store. Several peo- ple answered his call by stepping into was a short opened up a business-like the elevator. Among them stout man., who immediately newspaper to readg a tall fellow wl1o might have been an insurance agentg and a woman with a little girl, who kept making fun of the other pas- sengers. At the last minute a girl came running just as Jack was about to close the door of the elevator. She was a girl of medium height with taffy-colored hair and blue-grey eyes. She was smiling and looked very pretty as she stepped in. Jack Evans did not fail to notice how pretty his last passenger was. The two men got out at the first floorg the lady and little girl got out at the childi-en's department on the third floor. The pretty girl was the only pas- senger leftl Top floor, please, she said presently. Top door, thought Jack. She must be after a job or something because thatls where the offices are. Then he began to whistle softly, looking at the girl all the while. The girl, conscious of his intent gaze, fiushed and looked down. Suddenly the elevator came to an abrupt stop. The girl slid into one cor- ner, and Jack came down with a thud in the opposite corner. They looked so fo0l- ishly helpless that neither one could re- frain from laughing. Finally Jack com- posed himself once more, 'Tm terrible sorry, he apologized, but I didn't real- ize we were so near the end of our jour-

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T H E the voice and smile of her childhood champion and friend. Frank Randale. The following days found them often together. Frank told of his father's bank failing. and his having to work his way through college. Ile was now a lawyer, and had returned to the town of his birth for a few days of well-earned rest, after having won an exceptionally long, drawn out, and bitterly fought case. All too soo11 the two weeks passed and Lillian. her mother and Frank were spending their last evening together. Be- cause it was a pleasant evening. Frank suggested they take a final walk along the coast. Mrs. Bennett pleaded last minute packing as an excuse. for, being wise, she thought they would prefer this last night to themselves. UI believe you understand how much I respect and love you, Lillian, said Frank quietly. She. however. was start- led and not a little upset. He went on. 'tl have a feeling you love me too. IYill you marry me ? Lillian turned a deep red and tllen became very pale. Iler' heart ached to give him the satisfaction, which he de- sired. but pride and fear prevented her from uncovering her true feelings about him. Frank she broke the silence. In- stantly he turned and was about to take her in his arms, when she sobbed. NI ean't marry you I Knowing that she was not a girl who would change her mind or ever hint at the mystery which necessitated this reply. Frank determined to solve it. UI will be over to help you tomorrow afternoonft he promised her. she entered her home. 'tYVhy don't you go to bed dear? asked Mrs. Bennett thoughtfully. t'XVe are going to have a hard day tomorrow. IVhat time does the train leave D? Two-thirty. Good night V, called Lillian as she ascended the stairs. Peep- ing through her window, she smiled sad- ly, thinking she might have been out there with Frank. t'Lillian Bennett, she at- tacked herself sternly, without a cent to buy' a trousseau or leave your mother, how can you ever dream of getting mar- ried 'F' E W E L 15 The next morning Lillian didn't no- tice the beautiful sunshine, as she ate her breakfast. Her lids were swollen from long hours of weeping. Suddenly the door opened. Telegram for Mith Bennettf' lisped a tiny barefoot boy in blue overalls. Lillian jumped from her seat and grabbed the letter. Oh, mother, scream- ed Lillian. Look at this! Rushing in- to the kitchenette, she fiourished a certi- fied check for +1000 before her mother's astonished eyes. HI never dreamed--I for- got about--It's first prize for- For what? excitedly questioned Mrs. Bennett. HThe first day we come, I was so happy that I sat down and wrote a short. story, and sent it in to the Liberty.', Oh, mother, we can pay the hospital bill, our outstanding accounts, and I can mar- ry Frank, she blurted. Then her face fell. I refused him last night because of--well. circumstances! However, if he still wants me-- You bet he doesll' grinned Frank from the parlor doorway. How did you get here? inquired L-illian joyfully. Then. looking at her mother's dancing eyes-- So it was a con- spiracyl' -sr Althea Barstow, '38 UN ACCIDENT La journee fait clair et soleil, les oiseaux ehantent, et les fleurs sont tres belles. Tout le monde a ltair d'etre heureux. I'ne jeune fille, une tres belle fille avec les yeux bruns et les cheveus bruns fait H119 promenade. A cote d'elle est sa petite chienne. Le nom de-cette iille est Marie Scott et elle a dix-huit ans. Elle demeure avec ses parents dans une grande maison sur une colline. Les parents de Marie sont tres riches et Marie a tout ce qu'elle veut mais elle n'a pas tout. Elle n'a pas son ami qui s'en est alle. Son