Hermon High School - Microphone Yearbook (Hermon, ME)

Page 29 text:

The Mu unrnoxh: 27 JUNIOIJ CLASS First tow: C. Harris, E. Byers, M. Phillips, E. Bates, B. Bridge, G. Overlook, A. Smith. Second row: M. Brown, R. Bemis, J. Hatch, J. Burgess, G. Shields, J. Overlook, Mr. McLaughlin. Third row: D. Wiles, B. Bishop, M. Kitchen, P. Porter, W. Bishop, C. Honisted, P. Woodard. SOPHOMORE CLASS First row: E. Burgess, S. Lindsey, F. White, P. Leathers, M. Light, G. McKay, N. Hacket, L. Kitchen, T. Voudoukis. Second row: Mr. Smith, M. Johnson, B. Wilson, I». Hillman, V. I ord, B. Wiles, R. Willey, I . Pomeroy, S. Nelson. Third row: S. Judkins, V. Libby, M. Teague, M. Lord, M. Griffin, C. Kierstcad, A. Torrey, A. Nowell, L. Robinson. Fourth row: H. Ellingwood, C. Heughan, 1 . Kirstead, C. Lindsey, R. McLeod, S. Andrews, A. Boudreau, W. Hammond, M. Dysart.

Page 28 text:

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

Page 30 text:

28 The MICROPHONE FRESHMAN CLASS First row: D. McGinley, J. Stewart, C. Tapley, C. Pickard, A. White, R. Campbell, T. Reynolds, Mrs. Patten, J. Frost. Second row: B Dean, T. Somers, S. Patten, M. Bragg, S. Burgess, G. Bragg, J. Russell, J. Hillman. Third row: N. Phillips, J. Simpson, P. Dole, R. Tozier, S. Hatch, R. Goodspeed, W. Allen, P. McGinley. Fourth row: A. Lawrence, L. Eaton, H. Treadwell, L Lufkin, R. Manson, S. Clark, P. Teague. FUTURE FARMERS OF AMERICA First row: A. White, G. Lawrence, P. Porter, A. Nowell, R. McLeod, G. Ellingwood, D. McGinley. Second row: Mr. Smith, W. Allen, L. Eaton, M. Dysart, L. Robinson, R. Willey. Third row: C. Homsted, F. Wiles, A. Boudreau, E. Byers, S. Andrews, B. Bishop, S. Clark.