Hermon High School - Microphone Yearbook (Hermon, ME)

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24 The MICROPHONE He's getting up. He's walking this way. Now he's standing in front of me smiling—at me!—Just me. “May I have this dance? Gayle Larky '51 MYRON Myron drives the G. M. C. That takes us kids to school, We all laugh and have much fun And obey the Golden Rule. In the morning at eight or past, Around the corner he appears; Laughing and joking with one and all Throughout the tiresome years. Up the Wing Road we do go, And then upon the York; Over ruts and through the mud, We’re racing with the clock. When all our roads are safely made, We hurry off to school; But we’ll see Myron again to-day, If we’re good and obey the rules. Natalie Phillips Ruth Campbell “54” THE MARCH OF DIMES There’s much excitement in our town, A parade is marching through; The containers are many and empty, Waiting for dimes from you. There are girls on every corner, Boys on every street, Gathering dimes for the children Who cannot use their feet. A nickel for a coke at noon, Another for a bar; A quarter or so for some cigarettes, Why not put it there? So when you see a container, Think of the lonely times, Of a polio victim who wishes you To “Join the March of Dimes.” Ruth Campbell ’54 THE FIREMAN’S DREAM Flames and smoke, And the glass that broke, And the fires that rise, Into the skies, And scorch the stars; And motor cars That hurry along When they hear the gong, And the Wh o o o o, And the Wh e e e e, And the ding dong dong. These are all the things To sing about; O yes, O no, There is no doubt The finest fire is the fire that’s out. Shirley Rideout ’51 THE RED-HEADED COWBOY When I saw him the first time, he was playing: baseball in the Texas League. I saw then that there was a ballplayer of major league calibre. That day he made two start- ling catches. They were really amazing. He got four long hits and stole two bases. Here was a player who could run, hit, and field with the best. He was a large boy with red hair, broad shoulders, and ears that stuck out like wings. I found out that his name was James “Red” Carver. I found that Red had a fiery temper and knew how to use it. That was his only weakness. If prodded and teased enough he was like a mad bull. Red lived on a ranch

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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.

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The MICROPHONE 25 and punched cows for a living. One time he had been called the lop-eared cowboy. That person never called him names again. It was near the spring training season, and I was headed for Arizona. I was going to take this boy with me, if I could get him to sign a contract. The first question I asked him was, “Do you like baseball?” He replied, “There’s nothing 1 like better.” 1 asked him about a contract. “I’d love it,’ he said. “I’ve waited all my life for this chance.” We left the next day for Arizona. From the first meeting the manager did not like Red. When Red stepped up to the plate and blasted the pitching all over the park, the manager was angered. How could a young upstart do that? In the first day of the season Red was in left field. He got two hits and walked twice. That was very good for a rookie. That day he made a mistake which got inside the manager’s skin. He didn’t start the next day and was very glum. The other player who took his place was doing fine until he sud- denly broke his leg sliding into a base. The rookie started the next day and again played a startling game. He finished the season in that position. He had a batting average of .1329 and was named the rookie of the year. The manager apologized for keeping him out two weeks of the season and became Red’s good friend. This paid off in the end for the manager, for many years later, when the team was in the doldrums, Red was re- sponsible for keeping that same manager on the team. That year the team spirit was high. The team won the pennant. This shows that if you have a real friend once you will always have him. Wayne Bishop ’52 SPRING RAIN Have you ever stopped to listen, To the rain upon the roof? Or the small splash of water, As it hits the horse’s hoof? Or the rain in the barrel, As it splashes to and fro? The rain comes down from Heaven, And sinks in the ground below. The clouds open freely, And the lain is spread afar; The lightening hits the treetops, And the world is all ajar. If you are in the country, And you see the clouds on high, Then you wonder what will happen Way up there in the sky. If you are in the city, And can’t even see the sky, You won’t have time to wonder What will happen in the sky. I love to sit and watch the rain, And see the lightning strike. To see the cows come up the lane, To come in for the night. But if you’ve never seen it rain, Nor lightning, nor thunder, Just move out to the country, Where there is nothing to get under. Roscof, Tibbetts ’51 MIDNIGHT SURPRISE You hear a footstep on the stair; A hand is on the rail. For a moment all is silent, Then you hear a dreadful wail. You look out through the window, My, what you see there. The weird things you see Would raise the bravest persons hair. There are ghost and goblins, Witches and bats, Skeletons and monsters, Spooks and cats.