Hermon High School - Microphone Yearbook (Hermon, ME)

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The MICROPHONE A Fisherman Tells His Young Son of His Catch Home comes the fisherman—tired, hungry, and sometimes a little unsteady on his feet. The worn-out fisherman finds that by some force of nature it is hard to stick to the truth when telling of his catch. Joe Garland had gone into the back-woods to his favorite trout pond, which incidentally is named Trout Pond. He arrrived home late, as fishermen usually do. The minute he entered the yard he was greeted by his young son, Billy, who shouted lustily, “Hello, Dad. Did you have good luck today? Joe didn’t want to disappoint the boy, so he led him into the house. On the way he was thinking hard, trying to find something to say. When he was comfortably seated in his easy chair, he started his story. The story progressed well until he came to the number of fish he caught; then he stopped. Billy looked at his dad, who had dropped off to sleep. Billy, even though a young lad, knew when his dad went to sleep what the day’s luck had been, and he said softly to himself, “No fish. He ran off to bed, while his dad dreamed of the next trip to Trout Pond. Leroy Duplisea, ’51 “Only a Child” Only a child, but ah so sweet, Kind and gentle to those she’d meet. All who saw her loved her at sight And wished she were theirs to hold tight. Only a child who walked this day To the Church just a block away: But she knew not of her date, With Eternity as her fate. Only a child, over whom they wept, But a stillness over them swept, As they remembered that all Must at one time answer eternity’s call. Bevely Libby, ’50 26 GOD’S BLANKET The snow is cold, And the weather is bold; The sunlight isn’t warm, And it doesn’t shine long. In the air there is no song. Why? The bluebird is gone. The nights are long, the days are short. The fire eats the wood we bought. People wish the snow would go. They don’t realize, they don’t know This is God’s way of covering the land, With a soft blanket, shimmering and grand. What a lovely gift God did bestow. When he gave to us this beautiful snow. Derwood Hillman, ’50 CHRISTMAS EVE The moon shone down on new fallen snow; The night was crisp and clear. This night all men would know Peace, for this night God wras near. The moon shone down on a tall white spire. And numerous sleigh bells rang. Children in their nighties gathered around the fire, And let their stockings by the fireplace hang. The children at last slipped off to sleep, Their hearts light, looking forward to the ’morrow. Their souls entrusted to God to keep. May these little angelsf?) never know sorrow. Isn’t that a sleigh I see over yonder. Filled to the brim with toys? Does Santa know just how much he means to chil- dren, I wonder; He brings them so many joys! The sleigh settled down on a snow-covered roof; Santa looked so happy and gay. The only sound was the stirring of a hoof. Santa would visit each house before day. He lifted the pack over his shoulder; Down the chimney he squeezed. He turned his head over his shoulder, And tried to suppress a sneeze. At once he started to go to work. To fill each stocking there. Then all of a sudden he turned with a jerk, And returned to the clear night air. Loretta Dyer, ’50

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24 Thi' MICROPHONE The cattle graze contentedly in half-brown fields, Whose summer foliage of Lincoln screen To man, long since, is lost. A blue fly buzzes drowsily, and here alights A tardy bee upon a withered flower Destroyed by autumn's frost. Somewhere a rooster crows, callins: out to his mate. The locusts and the crickets keep in tune Their orchestra of strinses. The call of the geese comes clear and wild and free, And here and there the flocks of smaller fowl Pause to rest weary wings. Dorothy Keith, ’50 GRANDMOTHER Sitting before the window, With eyes of shining blue, Sits a lovely lady With hair of snow-white hue. She sits and dreams of pleasant things That the future will bestow. And thinks of things now gone by As they flow back row on row. Her eyes betray the by-gone years, The thoughts her mind contains. She bravely holds in her eyes the tears For memories that still remain. She has grown old with the passing time Rut still her beauty's there, For gentleness and kindness shine In the face of loving care. Lois Kitchen, ’53 NATURE’S COLORS The trees are a beautiful green, And the flowers all colors it seems. A clear blue lake I’m sure no one else could make Nature’s colors. High purple mountains, Nature’s white foaming fountains, Rocks peaked, jagged, and high, Where only clouds and eagles fly— Nature’s colors. A valley so smooth and green, A stream long, blue, and slender. As beautiful as a rainbow’s colors, Outward stream Into a valley, Clean with splendor— Nature’s colors. Christine Fletcher, ’50 SCHOOL School sure gets me down. I’d really like to pout; Rut what’s the use? I might as well Jump about and shout. Though I do the best I can, I sometimes feel great shame, And when report cards come around I have to forge a name. I get the high school kids To do my work, and then When a test comes up, I’m really ashamed again. CH ARI OTTE K IKK STEAD, ’53 DAY TO NIGHT The sun in the east is rising; The horizon is lacy with gold. The birds from their nests are surmising The dawn with its wonders so bold. The sun has risen completely; The day is now in full bloom. The birds are singing discreetly Of the day like a peacock’s plume. The sun now sinks down slowly; The horizon is again like gold; The darkness of night so lowly Again comes as nights of old. The stars in the heavens are dancing, The sun has gone out of sight; The moon across the sky is prancing, Glowing through the darkness of night. The dawns and the days and the evenings Are splendous beauties of youth; The sun and the moon in the heavens Are treasures of love and of truth. Mildred Kitchen, ’50

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26 The MICROPHONE BOYS’ BASKETBALL This year our team consisted of Captain Richard Byers, John Simpson, Alden Smith, Leroy Duplisea, and Charles Thayer, with Gene Byers, Wayne Bishop, Derwood Hill- man, Guy Brown, and Linwood Libby as sub- stitutes. They made a very outstanding rec- ord for our school, due to the excellent coaching of Reginald McLaughlin, who started the year with three lettermen and wound up the season with a co-champion team. With an outstanding record this year, Hermon applied for a berth in the Eastern Maine Class M Tournament. When the com- peting teams were compared, we found our- selves in sixth place, as rated by the point system. This made a play-off necessary be- fore we could enter the class M tournament. Our opponent in this play-off was Winthrop. We were victorious in this play-off, because of the outstanding playing of Alden Smith, who scored thirty of the forty-eight points. Dick Byers also had a good night, scoring fourteen points. By defeating Winthrop, we entered the class M tournament and were scheduled to p'ay with Milo. We lost our game to this great state championship team. Although failing to receive honors in this tournament, we were victorious in the Cen- tra! Maine League Tournament and were presented with the trophy by Mr. Joseph Devitt of Carmel, president of the Central Maine League. Hermon and Carmel tied for the Central Maine League Championship trophy, and a play-ofr was scheduled. Conflicting events prevented this. However, the Central Maine League decided to give two trophies and de- clared Hermon and Carmel co-champions. rmon 22 Clinton 41 rmon 32 Alumni 39 rmon 29 Hatch Prep. 26 rmon 48 Hartland 34 rmon 36 Carmel 41 rmon 56 Hampden 45 rmon 52 Corinna 39 rmon 43 Newport 88 rmon 48 East Corinth 35 rmon 50 Hatch Prep. 40 rmon 32 Hartland 21 rmon 37 Hampden 16 rmon 38 Carmel 33 rmon 68 Newport 39 rmon 54 M.C.l. 36 rmon 66 East Corinth 38 rmon 59 Corinna 40 rmon 48 Winthrop 35 At New port rmon 47 Corinna 37 At New port rmon 49 Hartland 47 At New port rmon 47 Milo 74 Home games Won rnament 17 Lost GIRLS’ BASKETBALL The season of 1949-1950 was a successful year. The members of the team were: Cap- tain Carmelita Andrews, Carla Bowen, Gayle Lovley, Dorothy Keith, Barbara Bart- lett, and Charlene Lindsey. Substitutes were: Donna Hillman, Pat Leathers, Van- essa Lord, Golda Overlock, Barbara Norton, Marilyn Brown, and Marilyn Lord. Joan Lindsay played a number of games before she moved to Bangor. The good team work and sportsmanship, plus the excellent coaching by Mr. McLaughlin, made this a successful sea- son for the girls of Hermon High School.