Hermon High School - Microphone Yearbook (Hermon, ME)

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16 The MICROPHONE For the brisk, cold winds had started to Blow ’round our cottage door. ’Twas to be a storm, a dreadful storm, Like we’d never seen before. The thin gray trees began to sway, They looked so sad and cold. The light brown grass on our front lawn Was turning white with snow. The fire in our fireplace Assured us we’d be warm. And good hot soup, my mother made, Helped to fight the drifting storm. When lunch was through, I pulled my chair Next to the open hearth To read my book of poetry, And once I wrote a verse. My mother hummed a sleepy tune And rocked in her favorite chair. Then very soon I heard her step, On our old and rickety stair. But 1 sat up and read my book, And as 1 watched the storm, I knew that during the passing night A new world was to be born. 1 added a stick to the dancing flame, In our old-fashioned fireplace. And then I, too, began to climb Our rickety dark staircase. The snow outside my window-sill Was drifting high and deep. I saw one lonely starlet shine And then I went to sleep. Next morn I woke with the dying storm In time to watch the sun Rise up to greet, with rays of gold, The new world that had come. Ruth Campbell, Class of “54” The Class Of 53 The class of ’53 awaits that Long awaited day. From last September ’til This June, which isn’t Far away. When the subject of class Trip arose, we all had Different views. After many pros and cons ’Twas voted, we take an Ocean cruise. Alas the final day has come, It’s graduation day. Although we’ve all had lots Of fun, it hasn’t all Been play. Theresa Voudoukis. Class of “53” Heidi” Heidi was a mixed breed of chow and collie and was the best watch dog around Emersonville. She had been with the John- sons for five years, but now they were mov- ing to the city and there was no place for a dog there. Mr. Johnson kept putting off the day when he would have to find a home for her. Mr. Johnson was working on his car on that memorable day of May 27, when he looked around him to see where his small son, Billy, had wandered. Suddenly he saw Billy down on the railroad tracks. Billy had never been warned about going on them, for very seldom did a train pass through there. There was a train coming now though, and Billy was too afraid to move. Mr. Johnson knew he would never reach his son in time. Suddenly a flash of black and white fur darted from the porch and bounded toward the tracks. Mr. Johnson knew that Heidi had reached the tracks, but had she been able to save Billy? Billy was lying on the side of the tracks shaken up but unhurt. On the tracks lay the limp body of the dead dog. Tears came to Mr. Johnson’s eyes, as he placed his hand on Heidi’s head and said, “Thanks, old Girl, I know you have the best of all homes now.” He took Billy by the hand, lifted the dead dog in his arms, and started for the house, still blinded by the tears in his eyes. June Wentworth. Class of “55” Hot Rod Race Around the track at full speed raced Ted Snow. He was now second behind the “Bullet,” the fastest car in New England. About two minutes later everyone was yelling, “Look out!” “Look out!” There was the Bullet cross ways on the track and Ted coming at him at a rate of ninety-five miles an hour. At that instant there was a loud

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 The School Beside The Road The School beside the road they called Our dear old Hermon High, When fire leveled it, one morn, And let just ruins lie. Bangor, which is located Just eight miles from our town, Offered us a school to use Until our new one’s done. We like it here at Hannibal; Advantages, we’ve found. As long as we are back on time, We’re allowed to go downtown. Another thing that’s really great: No detention anymore. But the office here is always full Of gum-chewers by the score. Even though we like it here Our hearts still go astray— Out to our new building Which is growing day by day. We’ve watched the progress of our school From cement to lumber loads. We’re anxious to see our school again— “The school beside the road.” Roberta Wilson, Class of “57” Freshman Initiation 1 have come to the conclusion that Fresh- man Initiation was really tough this year, but the Freshmen proved to us Sophomores that, as a whole, they were good sports. The Initiation was fun for everyone. I think the Freshmen dreaded it a little, but enjoyed it just the same. The stunts weren’t too bad. After all, why was George Noiles so bashful about propos- ing to Mrs. Stevenson? I also heard that Marlene Drew was a little discouraged about carrying the big Webster dictionary, weigh- ing about fifteen pounds, with her all day. Why did Robert Reardon think he had such a hard job? All he had to do was to bail a pail full of water out with a thimble. Ray- mond Ormsby should have enjoyed his stunt since he’s always talking, but evidently he didn’t. He was supposed to make a five min- ute speech on “Why I Think Freshman Initiation is Unfair.” It was short so maybe he didn’t think that it was unfair. Donald Lambert really got an eyeful; he had to count the number of pupils with blue eyes in the school. Beverly Hill saved Mr. Myers, the janitor, a job by sweeping down the stairs with a toothbrush. The Sophomores checked on Chandler Campbell’s drawing ability by having him trace a hand of each of the teachers and get their autographs. It was all topped off by the Freshmen reciting the following poem on bended knee each time they met a Sophomore. I am a meek and lowly Freshman, To you, Sophomore, I do bow, To be a Sophomore is my ambition. Please, oh, please do tell me how. If your slave I have to be. Please let me off my bended knees. Carline Grant, Class of “55” The Storm The white clouds looked too white, I guess. And the sky was a little too blue, That’s how my mother prophesied The storm that was coming through. She told me to prepare for snow And to chop her plenty of wood. We got some boughs and banked the house, As many as w'e could.

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Thr MICROPHONE 17 crash and everyone rushed toward the track. In rolled the fire truck, the ambulance, and the tirst-aid cars. The first thing 1 knew Ted was being carried from the burning car on a stretcher to the ambulance. He was badly burned and had a severe case of concussion. Three months later Ted was out of the hospital and as good as new but not quite so daring. ‘‘Next week is the big race, think you’ll try it?” asked Ted’s brother Bob. ‘‘Not on your life, go out there and nearly kill myself again? I’m not crazy,” remarked Ted. “The only trouble with you is that you crack up once and then get ‘chicken’,” Bob told Ted. All of a sudden Ted got a little put out with his brother’s attitude and told him to hold his breath until after the race. The big day finally came and Ted made the final race. Around the track at full speed. Ted is four cars behind, now three, two, and now he’s ahead!!! Closer and closer he comes to the finish line. “Hurray! Hurray!” were the calls from the people. Ted had won. After the race was over many went to Ted to congratulate him on his victory. Gloria Goodspeed. Class of “57” Her First Visit Yes, it was her first visit, And she hoped it didn’t come fast. She was very, very nervous. She wished her turn was past. She read all the books there were, She read each and every text. But how could she ever concentrate, When she knew she might be next! Finally, from the door of his office. At her he nodded—“Come.” Slowly she got up and followed, But her face looked awful glum. And one half hour later, Grinning at those in the hall. She had had her teeth fixed. And it hadn’t hurt at all! Marilyn Lord. Class of “53” What Christmas Means To Me Christmas means a lot of fun, Of giving and receiving, Buying gifts for everyone, And in Christ, believing. It means the “hello” of neighbors, As they pass you on the street, And as you go out the door, All the friends you meet. It means the joy of watching Someone in your family Give a great big smile When they, their presents see. It means the joy of everyone, Of kids especially, When they see the lights and gifts All over the Christmas tree. Terrance Reynolds, Class of “54” I Am An American Citizen In a small apartment on the third floor of a large rooming house in a poor section of New York, an old man lay in bed at the brink of death. His name was Mr. Papalos. He knew death was very near so he tried to remember the happiest time in his life. As his mind wandered back he remem- bered the day he became a citizen of Amer- ica, after many years of hoping and praying for that wonderful privilege. He recalled an incident of a few months back when his wife had become so discour- aged about being financially capable to care for her family properly since Papa was so ill. He had told her not to worry and complain so much but to pray and hope. “Believe in good and it will come to you. You are in America where all people help one another. Please remember, Mama, you are an Ameri- can citizen and America will take care of you.” Mr. Papalos passed away quietly, satisfied that his family was well provided for now. Marilyn Light, Class of “53”