Hermon High School - Microphone Yearbook (Hermon, 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.

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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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26 You go to bed And have just begun to dream, When suddenly you hear A wild unearthly scream. With shivers running up your back. You say, “What does this mean?” Oh, now you remember— It’s Halloween. Janet Brady ’53 THE BOMBSHELL It was at the end of a quiet dinner in the Martin household that the ‘‘bombshell” hit, and exploded. “I’m going to get married,” calmly an- nounced Cynthia, who had always claimed that she would be an old maid. A dead silence. Mr. Martin was shocked, Mrs. Martin was stunned. Their little baby girl! Why, she was only a junior in high school. It seemed only yesterday that she had stepped on a rotten board in the floor of a neighbor’s barn and had come running into the house. “Mummy, Mummy,” she cried, “ that mean ol’ barn bit me!” Then the words started. “My dear girl!” exclaimed her father, ready to launch a lecture. “Do you realize that you are only 16 years old? Your mother was 21 when we were married. You’re much too young, and you haven’t even finished high school. Your mother had finished high school and----- Her mother burst into tears. “Aren’t you happy, dear?” she sobbed. “We’ve always given you everything you wanted, or have we been too lenient?” “Now, wait,” said Cynthia, laughing. “I mean that I’m not going to be an old maid all my life. I plan to get married eventually, but not in the near future, anyway.” The MICROPHONE “By the way, Mum,” said Cynthia, as she got up from the table, “did Peggy call while 1 was gone? I’m going over to her house to- night to study for an English test. I’ll be home early. ’Bye.” She went out the door, leaving a stunned silence behind her. Pat Leathers '53 A MEMORIAL The soldiers lie beneath the ground, As flowers deck their graves; Millions mourn these valiant men Who died their land to save. They were faithful to their country, Their lives were the most they could give; In combat on the battle field They died so we might live. Above all, they died for us, They faced the enemies guns; They died for you, and you, and you, As well as their own loved ones. The best way that we can thank them Is by making this a land of peace. And by making the powers of prejudice And bigotry decrease. Janet Brady ’53 SATISFACTION When you have accomplished something That you long have tried to do, You work and slave to get the thing, Then make it good as new. Then, when the finished product To perfection you have brought, Satisfaction is the pinnacle For which you long have sought. Joyce Stewart ’54