Hermon High School - Microphone Yearbook (Hermon, ME)

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The MICROPHONE THE FUN OF BEING SICK We always look at sickness as something to dread. People have always seemed to feel sorry for themselves when they are sick. Did you ever stop to think of the fun of being sick? It does sound a little silly I know, but there actually is some fun in being sick. Certainly you have been sick in bed some time or other and have had mother and the rest of the family waiting on you hand and foot. Don’t you like to be waited on once in a while? Remember how good it makes you feel just to have a little attention. We always like to have the mailman come while we are sick, for surely we’ll get at least one get-well card. It’s fun to open the card and see who is thinking of us. Boy, doesn’t that fruit that Aunt Martha sent taste good? How did she know that fruit would hit the spot as it did? Those flowers in the vase surely smell nice. Just look at those red roses! That plant with the reddish colored leaves is beautiful. Someone was thoughtful to send it. I agree with you that being sick isn’t any great pleasure, but don’t you agree with me that there is some fun in being sick? When people start feeling sorry for themselves be- cause of illness, let’s remind them to look at the good things in life and enjoy the fun of being sick. This article is not intended to make people want to become ill, so for heaven’s sake don’t start getting careless with your health. David Somers ’51 Haste Makes Waste — Not Always We were hitting sixty miles an hour as we came to the letter S curve. The tires squealed. The car swayed and lurched as it finally straightened out, about fifty yards beyond the turn. Nobody spoke as the speedometer hand rolled up near the eighty mark. The next curve, wet by falling rain, came into view. The speedometer read the same as it had a few seconds before. Quickly it dropped back to sixty, as the brakes were applied. The curve came and went. Where did we go? Well, read on. The reason for all this death-defying driving was that we were taking a woman to the hospital. This woman was slowly choking to death. Before we left the house the doctor exclaimed, This woman will die within a half-hour, if she does not get to a hospital.’’ The doctor, sitting on the edge of the back seat, was wondering how much longer he was going to live. Fifteen minutes later the woman was in an oxygen tent and was slowly recovering. Haste makes waste, but not always. Ronald Adams ’51 AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A COIN 1 am a poor, thin, battered dime. My sis- ters and brothers have left me. I am old and lonely. No one cares anymore. But it wasn’t always like this. There was a time when I was wanted by everyone. Years ago, when I came from the mint, I was bright and shiny. A picture of President Roosevelt was on my face. I glowed when I was handled. My first owner was a little girl with long flying curls. She took me with her wherever she went. One day while we were walking the little girl saw a big all-day sucker in a window. We went into the shop and she passed me to an old man who in return gave her the lollipop. I stayed in a cash register for days and days. I grew dusty. Then a tall thin man

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The MICROPHONE 21 MAGAZINE DRIVE This year, as in preceding years, the school held its annual magazine drive. The total magazine sales in this drive amounted to $1,002.20, of this the school received $356.94 which was used to improve the school in various ways. The school extends its thanks to Carla Bowen, Business Man- ager; Marilyn Phillips, team captain of classes 7-9-11; and Alden Smith, team cap- tain of classes 8-10-12; who did a very fine job of keeping things straightened out dur- ing the drive; The highest class total was $259.20 for the Freshman class. High sales- man for the school was Lawrence Eaton, with the amount of $102.80. For his out- standing work in this drive he received a very fine wrist watch. Second highest was Avery Boudreau, with $55.25, and George Hall, third highest with $51.90. Those who sold over the amount of $30.o0 received certificates of achievements. These were: Lawrence Eaton, Avery Boudreau, George Hall, Ronald Adams, Lloyd Robinson, and Marvin Willey. For the school’s great work in reaching the $1000 mark the Curtis Circu- lation Company presented to the school a plaque which will be kept in the trophy case. The school wishes to thank the Curtis Circu- lation Company, who make it possible for us to sell magazines, and the students at Her- mon High School who sold the magazines. This drive was a great success this year, and we hope it is a better success in years to come. DRAPES Part of the money obtained from the magazine drive was used to purchase maroon cloth for gymnasium drapes. The drapes were made by the senior girls with a head committee of three: Charlene Lindsey, Betty Griffin, and Shirley Rideout. These drapes improve the appearance of the gym and also darken the gym for film showing. SWEATER DANCE The Hermon l.O.O. F. Triumph Lodge sponsored a benefit dance, February 27, 1951. This is the second year the dance has been held for the purpose of buying awards for the basketball teams. The Odd Fellows and high school students sold 198 tickets. There was a large attendance. A fund of $99.00 was the gross amount, with a profit of $51.50. The school appreciates the inter- est this lodge has taken in our school’s un- dertakings. CHEERLEADING Led by an ambitious little leader, our six girls, dressed in their new blue and gold uniforms, have cheered our team on to one victory after another. In the face of defeat as well as victory, they fought continually to keep up the morale of both team and fans. The girls in the squad as well as the stu- dents want to express their gratitude to Mrs. Andrews who designed and made the new uniforms. STUDENT COUNCIL The officers of the student council for 1950-1951 are: Marilyn Light, president; Alden Smith, vice president; Ethel Bates, treasurer; and Sheila Webber, secretary. The student council has led several projects this year that have helped toward improvements in our school. They took charge of equipping a game room, buying practice equipment for boys and girls, and the purchase of a new lighting system for the gymnasium. They sold sweaters and “T” shirts, took charge of a paper drive, and gave a dinner to raise money for basketball awards. They have also helped to establish regulations for social activities, supervised the freshman initiation, and helped establish the National Honor Society.

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The MICROPHONE 23 came into my life. I was given to him in change for a bill. He looked at me and dusted me off. “You are very pretty,” he said. I will never part with you.” I think he really meant to keep me. But he was poor and his family, large. One day, when there was only some butter in the house, he gave me away for a loaf of bread. I have been pushed around and changed hands many times. 1 missed the little girl and the tall thin man. They took good care of me. Now 1 have grown rusty. My face no longer shines. Sometimes people flip me in the air, and it hurts me when I roll on the ground. My life has been long, and I have many happy memories. Soon I will leave this world and return to the mint. I shall be happy when I am new again. Patricia McGinley ’54 BOOKS A book may be big, Or it may be quite small; The tales may be short, Or they may be real ‘‘tall.” A book may be fiction, Or perhaps it is true; But the best thing about it, It’s for me and for you. A book may tell stories, Of France or of Spain; It may show late styles, Or tell how to win fame. But we have this enjoyment, Here’s what we all need; The first fundamental We must learn to read. Marilyn Light ’53 THE TROPHY It was a Thursday night in March, The air was crisp and cool, That was a lucky night for us, We won a trophy for our school. With Mr. Dwyer as our coach, It was our aim to win. Of course we wouldn’t let him down— You should have seen him grin. The trophy now belongs to us. Of course we’re very proud, The play goes on just one more time, We hope to have a crowd. Mary Bragg ’51 THE WALLFLOWER Well—here I am sitting in a remote cor- ner trying to hold back the tears of remorse, hating the very idea I ever had of coming to this dreadful party. Oh, it’s really not dread- ful. Everything and everyone look so lovely. All but me—the ugly duckling, the wall- flower. They try to be so polite about it, but I know. I see their pitying side glances as they glide by on winged feet, laughing gayly and having such a wonderful time. If I were only beautiful or even pretty, 1 would be so happy. But no, I have to be a plain Jane destined to be only one thing—wall- flower. I’m not so bad, if you look at me from a different point of view. I have light brown hair. It does look rather drab, but right after I wash it it’s very shiny, and my eyes —they are big and brooding, but pretty in a childish sort of way, and I can dance well. Oh what's the use of trying to fool myself— I'm plain. Now look at that nice looking boy across the room. If he’d just smile at me. I’d be so happy—but I shouldn’t think of such things. It will only make me feel worse than I do. I’ll just glance at him again. He’s what I call a perfect guy—Oh! He’s looking this way. He’s smiling! Oh! But he can’t be smiling at me—not me! The wallflower. There must be a pretty girl somewhere near me. I’ll look. Behind me? No. Over there? No. Over here? No. But it can’t be me.