Harmony High School - The Ferguson Yearbook (Harmony, ME)

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aunt discover the deception? If so, how? What will happen to the roommate? to the nephew? Each student in the class wrote a story on the plot. This story was judged the best by the class members. No changes have been made by the instructor. PLANE GEOMETRY Geometry is a subject That's about squares, rectangles, and such, But although you study and study, It seems you just can't learn much. Parallelc-grams, quadrilaterals, and equilat- erals, They all have certain names, But as far as I'rn concerned, They all sound just the same. Then get over to circles, With radius, chord, and secant, VVhen it comes to learning parts of circles, I simply say, I can't. D0n't think that's all there is, There's the altitude, basre and area to find, And though you figure and puzzle, You just can't leave these behind. Now speaking of Plane Geometry, Oh, how could they call it pla'n ? Though it's study, study, study, It's always just the same. -A. Rowell, '39 MY STUDIES Each morning at eight-thirty I have to go to school, And stay there 'bout six hours, To figure, write, erase, and rule. The first thing is my algebra With X-y and a-2 , I really don't quite understand How letters fit in this, do you 'Z And then about nine-thirty My English class is due And I must study Ivanhoe And English composition, too. Then I study for two periods And sometimes kinda look Out the window and around the town And wish I'd never seen a book. But soon I hear the history bell, And then I have to learn 'Bout Hannibal and the men of old, Each man must have his turn. Just time enough to change my books For science is the next, I know I'll always be aware That studying is a pest. But each day I remember When bored with figures and olrations, That socn it will be June And then 'twill be vacation. -Norman Willis, Freshman ADVICE T0 UNDERGRADUATES Don't run up the stairs my children, We don't! Don't slam the doors, my children, We don't! Don't paste pictures on the wall, Don't skip up and down the hall, Don't disgrace the names of us all, We don't! Don't d'sturb your teachers while they work, We don'tl Don't ever show yourself a shirk! We don't! Don't stand in the hall and thus be late, Always be friendly, don't ever hate, Don't ever fight with a good classmate, We don't! Never seek rank you have not earned. We don't! Never forget what you have learned. We don't! Don't ever be late when you go to school, Don't get excited but just keep cool, Don't disobey the Golden Rule, We don't! Don't break the furniture in any room. We d0n't! Don't hide erasers or spoil the broom. We don't! Don't plan on doing just as you choose, Don't ever show you have the blues, Dc-n't alwavs be telling' all the news. We don't! Don't ever show yourself a flirt. We don't! Don't substitute ski pants for a skirt. We don't! Dear 'friends to whom these words are ad- dressed, Perhaps by now you may have guessed: That we always do as rules request, but- We don't! -THE MIGHTY SENIORS Editor's note: The Last of the Forgotten Tribe , Christmas Among the Pines , and The School Boy were written by pupils of Mrs. Grace Brown, English teacher. 16

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up at John. So he sang as Daisy played. He couldn't help it. The song was in his heart. Finally she got up from the piano. Dud- ley, do you swim? Sure. You? Uh-huh. We'll go tomorrow if you wish, she yawned. As la rule, John thought it was awful to see a girl yawn, but Daisy looked like a beautiful cat stretching. We must go to bed, Dudley. I'll call you early in the morning and we'll go for a swim before breakfast. Suit you ? she questioned. Sure, any time-with you. He was sorry the moment he spoke those last two wcrds. What would she think of him? Besides, he didn't even know who she was. John went to his room and sat down on the edge of the bed. What had happened to him? Could a man fall in love in so short a. time? He was sure that he loved Daisy. But who was Daisy? At last John undressed and went to bed. Pl' lk Ill Bk 'lf 4' Dudley! Dudley! Who was that calling him? Then he recognized that voice and again, Dudley! Why! She was right out- side his door. Yes, D-Daisy, he answered. Aren't you going swimming with me this morning? The sun's been up three hours, she told him. Sure, I'll he down in fifteen minutes, he replied eagerly, leaping out of bed. 'Five min- utes later, he was bounding down the stairs. If only Dud's aunt didn't come today, John thought. Daisy met him at the foot of the stairs. It's just a little way to the beach, laughed Daisy gaily, we're going to Walk. Sure, I'm game, John nodded, smiling. ll' lk lk lk fk Ik A half hour later she came out of her lock- er, running along in an orange bathing suit trimmed with white, no back and none too much front. John had always thought that girls looked pretty showy in those bathing suits, but Daisy looked sweet. I'll beat you getting wet, she shouted, and headed for the water. But John wasn't far behind her. For a half hour they swam. Then they started back to the house for breakfast. if 12 lk if if 1' John was in the parlor listening to Daisy play the piano when he said, Listen, Daisy, can I trust you with a secret? Why, of course, she replied, turning and stopping in the middle of the piece she was playing. I'm not Dudley Brooks. Don't tell Dud's aunt when she comes, but he had a date to- night and asked m-e to come in his place, John stopped for breath. But why do you tell me? she asked, gaz- ing into his eyes. Because, I could deceive his aunt, but not you. Whether you're his cousin or just a neighbor or whoever you are, I doin't know. I don't even know your last name but Oh Daisy, Daisy-I-love you. He dropped onto the piano bench beside hier and took her slender hands in his. This was what Daisy had been waiting for. She ran her beautiful Hngers through his cur- ly hair and said, So you're not Dud! Oh, please forget that, Daisy. I want you to marry me, he went on. I will, John! John! echoed John, with surprise. Of course. I saw your picture in the paper that time you won the swimming race. I saw you coming up the walk last night when you came and I recognized you, but I was too astonished to see you then, so I told the but- ler that I'd see you at dinner time, Daisy explained. But he said, Dud's aunt would see me, John interrupted. That's me, Daisy answered. Bk Pk 31 ak 14 Dud couldn't tell what to make of it that night when he received the telegram: Won't be back -stop Am going to be married tomor- row stop I'ts your Aunt Daisy stop Come down and meet my wife sometime. John. A Junior Student Editor's Note: The above story, Once in a Lifetime , was written in the advanced English class. It grew from the following assignment: Work out a plot and write a story suggested by the following situation: A boy in his freshman year at college is invited by his wealthy aunt, whom he has never seen, to spend the weekend with her at her home in a neighboring city. A conflicting engage- ment causes him to persuade his roommate to impersonate him and go in his stead. De- cide upon an appropriate outcome. Will the

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SENIORS HATTIE MABLE RICKER Midget Let thy words be few, thy wisdom great. Born July 23, 1918 Harmony, Maine General Course, Student Council 1, 2, 3, 43 Sec- retary and Treasurer of Class 23 Prompter of Student Council Play and of 1936 Graduation 33 Irene White in Aunt Hetty 35 Amy in Amy from Arizona 4, Valedictory. Here is the most studious girl in our class. But she also finds some time to fool with us. We had thought it must be dull to study all the time, but we found out that she doesn't, for once in a while we see her go to the window and wave her hand to a special car which is passing. Through some detecting we found that this car belonged to a certain young man from Dover, so that must be the attraction up there. Hattie's ambition is to be a teacher' and recent- ly she has been looking over booklets from Normal Schools so we have decided that she is planning to carry out her desire. We all hope you do, Hat- tie, for we are sure you'll succeed. Bonne chance. LUCILLE EVELYN TAYLOR uLuCiuSn, mlwourn Happy am Ig from ca1'e I'm free, Why aren't they all contented like me? Born October 23, 1918 Harmony, Maine General Course, Student Council 2, 3, 45 Class Secretary and Treasurer 43 Basketball 3, 45 Per- sonal Editor of Ferguson 43 Sally Parker and Aunt Hetty in Aunt Hetty 35 Cora in Amy from Arizona 45 Salutatory. Lucille is our good-natured classmate. Have you wonde1'ed who the young girl is to whom Mr. Lam- scn has to speak to often, saying: You in the back seat, be careful of that whispering or I'll change your seat. By any chance could it be Lu- cille? We have heard Lucille talk about taking a Beauty Culture Course. We hope she does, and in any case we wish her the very best of luck. Lucille, be careful of the JewsC?J won't you!! VIDA VIRGINIA FOWLIE Vi A merry heart and true. Born August 2, 1920 Harmony, Maine College Course, Student Council 1, 2, 3, 45 Class Secretary 13 Class Secretary and Treasurer 33 Basketball 2, 3, 4, Assistant Editor of Ferguson 3, Editor-in-chief of Ferguson 4, Ethel Ashley in The RedJHeaded Stepchildu 2, Ted Parker in Aunt Hetty 35 Laurette Hemingway in Amy from Arizona 4g First Honor Essay. Everybody is asking Why is Vida so studious? We have asked her many times but no answer, so we will have to guess! Vida has done very good work in basketball. Although she has not told us what she is planning to do, we wonder who the lit- tle fellow is that has her attention. We think that he is the reason for her going to Guilford so much. Best wishes, Vida. 17