Hermon High School - Microphone Yearbook (Hermon, ME)

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The MICROPHONE 11 Literary Lx W'-' A., I -G 1 . 'O I. X U Q I I . - Idlkgll MRS. RASTIIS AT THE TELEPHONE Hello, Operator, give me Highland two- twenty-twog yas, mam, thas' right-tWo- twenty-two. Hello, Doctor Jones? This is Missus Rastus Johnson, thas' right, used to be Lily Jackson.-Rastus' powerful sick, doctor.-No, it can't be somethin' he et. Why no, doctor, just a couple hamburgers and a half a chicken and some roast beef and five- six pieces of cake and pie and three dishes of ice cream. Naw zir, can't be nothing he drunk, neither: jus' a couple 'o quarts of that beer and a fifth of gin an' a big jar of lemonade and two-three cokesg that's every bit he drunk. Where '? Oh, yes, down at that amusement park. Rastus' head hurts too, yeah, his head, where he fall out of the roller-coaster and hit the door. The water fixed that though, yes, the water, when he fell out of chute de chute into the pond. Sa- funniest thing I ever saw, stayed down five minutes before they could haul him out. They rolled him on a barr'l to get the water out but that made him bleed again. Yeah, bleed, bleed blood, where that rascal, Tom Jackson, cut him with his razor. Cut him here an' here and way up here before Rastus could get his revolver out. You better come on down to the police station. Said he was toting conseeled weapings. He kept fainting 'till I gave him a little gin I had. No, not Jim, gin-G-1-N-, gin. I gave him about a pint., got another pint to give him if he faints aginf' Huh'? What's that you say, Sonny? Oh, excuse me, doctor, that was one of the fellows down here. Say, doctor, I don't think you'll have to come down after all.- Rastus' daid. CHARLES GORDON '45 ' THE SCARE Cautiously Bob Arnold opened the door of his room and peered into the dark hall. Hea1'ing nothing, he stole noiselessly down the stairs, his shoes in one hand and a flash- light in the other. Swiftly he unfastened the bolt on the heavy door and stepped out of the house. With a last anxious look behind him he crossed the field and disappeared into the dense woods. When he reached a clearing he sat down, laid the flashlight be- side him, then put his shoes on. Hearing a twig snap he jumped up and listened cau- tiously. Another twig snapped. There was something or somebody coming! He picked up his flashlight, stood very still, and listened. The steps came nearer and nearer. Then Bob cried, Who's there '? No answer. Bob shouted again, Who's there? Still no answer. All the time it was coming closer. Bob wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't move. He Wanted to scream or faint, but he couldn't. All he could do was stand there listening and trembling. He was petrified! Finally Bob got up enough courage to run but a twig caught his foot causing him to he fell he fainted from fright. fall. As When he came to, he felt a warm breath on his neck from something which was hover- ing over him. When at last he raised his head to get

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The MICROPHONE WILLIAM CLEVELAND MCCARTY Bulls Willie is for everything TIIIIVS fun-He'lZ not shifrlcg But the thing he likes best to do Is just this- NO WORK. General Course, Basketball 1, 2, 3, 45 Baseball 1, 2, 3, 45 Dramatic Club lg Glee Club 1, 2, 3: Aircraft Recognition 25 Sportsman Club lg Dancing Club lg Class Treasurer 25 Radio Code 25 Victory Corps' 25 First Aid 2, Etiquette Club 2, Junior Exhibition 3, Editorial Board 45 Class Will. MONA IRENE MCGINLEY Pill Mona likes boys short She likes them t-alll And we all lmoiu She likes them SMALL. Commercial Courseg An American Is Born 15 Curse You, Jack Dalton lg Basketball 1, 2, 35 Glee Club 1, 2, 3g Dancing Club 15 Spelling Club lg Dramatic Club lg Etiquette Club 2, First Aid 23 Aircraft Recog- nition 2g Cheerleader 35 Softball 3, 45 Class Secretary 35 Junior Exhibition 35 Aaron Slick From Punkin Crick 45 Editorial Board 43 Salutatorian. ROBERT WILLIS TAPLEY Tap Bobby is a, little boy Just about so high, When he goes to See Joan, My! My! My!My!1 General Course, Class Treasurer 1, 33 Dramatic Club 13 Aircraft Recognition 23 Civilian Defense 23 First Aid 2, Spelling Club 23 Junior Exhibition 3g '44 Class Marshal 3, Editorial Board 3, 43 Aaron Slick From Punkin Crick 45 Class Gifts. MYRON EBEN GOODELL Bud lllyfron is now a, Sea Bee, Who has gone away to rolling He'll soon be building aifrfielris Far from Hermon, his old home. General Course: Basketball 1, 2, 35 Baseball 1, 2, 35 Vice President 33 Aircraft Recognition 2g Radio Code 25 Dramatici Club 15 Spelling Club 23 Joined Navy in October.

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12 The MICROPHONE complete view of his pursuer, he laughed at his own foolishness, for there stood Pinkie, his dog, wagging his tail in friendly greet- ing. GERALDINE BATES '47 Dreamville Oh! in the land of dreamville I would live for long, For time remains still And life is like a song. The children are gayly dressed, The streets are like a winding stair, They tar and feather the ones depressed But no-one has a care. It is like a three .ring circus Wlhich will never, never end, You will never feel unwelcome, On that you can depend. Dreams are never hurried The people are the same, They never wind the clock Or call the hour by name. There's a prince for every princess To go marching through the race, And each one wins his own So the dream has taken place. The sun is always shining Like a beacon in the sky, Birds are always singing And' dreams will never die. Oh! in the land of dreamville I would live for long, Where time remains still And life is like a song. ROSEMARY GARLAND '46 Winter When the wind howls down the chimney, And you shiver in your bed, You can hear the winter calling, But you'll wish 'twas spring instead. You pull the coverlets up closer, Just as far as they can go, And you'1l wake up in the morning, With two more feet of snow. DOROTHY TAPLEY '47 Unsuccessful License Test I went down to Bangor to take my test, And I can assure you it wasn't the best, No! It wasn't to the Draft Board to be sure And it was by no means a pleasure tour. All I had was a Ford for a car, And it wasn't the latest by far. He started me off by stopping on a hill And part of my Ford lies there still. Of course we got a bruise or two, If you were in my place you would too. So the test was quite unsuccessful Of money, the judge got a vest full. ALFRED WOODARD '48 Old Hermon, We Leave You The year is 'most over, We're preparing to go, We have no regrets We want you to know. We have been in this school For the length of four yearsg And now that we're leaving, We will dry up our tears. We'll forget all the time That we spent in our classes, Forget all of the failures We received in large masses. So-long, good old Hermon, We had good times, all 3 We'll always remember you Each Spring and each Fall. MONA MCGINLEY '45 My Poem One day when we came into class We were unsuspecting, each lad and lass. The teacher handed us paper and pen And said, For a poem, I have a yen. I cannot write it, was my first thought, But of my remark she thought not. She told us all to, start to write And at that, I lost my sight. Now as you may know, I'm pretty numb And I'l1 still be thinking for years to come. GORDON SOMERS '47