Hermon High School - Microphone Yearbook (Hermon, ME)

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We would like to compliment on some of our last year’s exchanges. Sedan” Hampden Academy We liked the class reports after each class. Islander■” Bar Harbcr High School We liked your sports section. Rocket ’ East Corinth Academy We liked the way you wrote up the Department of Study. “The Muse” Corinna Union Academy We liked your editorial section. Other exchanges: The Chrysalis” Greenville High School The Crescent” Lee Academy The Sachem” Old Town High School The Rocket” Carmel High School ‘Spindrift” Sumner Memorial High School Marion Tozier Exchange Editor No, the Other Way H. Buchanan: “Is there a brook that runs over your road?” S. Archer: “No, but there’s one that runs under it.” And Howl Mrs. Myers (during shorthand test) : “Now the word ‘reward’.” S. Archer: “REWARD?” Mrs. Myers: “Yes, like the kind you get on your report card.” Wish I Had I Mrs. Bowen: “Won’t you tell us more about your book Jackie?” J. Palmer: “I can’t, I haven’t read it.” Ten Years Later R. Ormsby’s daughter: “Tell me, Dad, when you were a young man were you the romantic or the wolf type?” You Eat It? Mis. Bowen: “Abbreviating in letter head- ings is caloused and is not in good taste. R. Duplisea: “Yea? Who’s going to eat it any way?” Whew! Mule in the farmyard lazy and sick Boy with a pin on the end of a stick Boy jabbed the mule Mule gave a lurch Services Monday—at the old white church. Edgar Judkins Class of 1959

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Literaiy God’s Creation When God made this world of ours Truth was meant to be; He also sent the Holy Word That dwells in you and me. Little did he know the love That lives within a heart, So filled with wanting to do right Sharing more than another’s part. 1 bring his rosary to you As he would have done, And caution you in every way The battle is not won. For ’twas his son he sent to die So that we might be free; And thus was born the sacred tie The blessed trinity. Remember in your tasks each day The virtue you may see. As kindness lives within his heart So lives a love for thee. Marlene Duplisea Class of 1958 That’s One on the Teacher! P. Hunt: “Why is it that you alw-ays say that the boys are making all the noise, the girls talk too.’’ J. Palmer: “That’s right!” Mrs. Bowen: “Boys, toys, stop that noise, who’s being the noisest now?” J. Palmer: “You are.” The Morning After! P. Buell to E. Libby: “Late to bed, early to rise, can make a girl ‘dead’ and baggy eyed.” Ever Try It? Mrs. Hardy: “Where is a good place for a woman to meet a man ?” D. Dean: “Ever try the Odd Fellows Hall?” Senior Class Trip D. Jewett (to E. Lawrence) : “If you take your heels you’ll to sorry.” Mr. Bemiss: “I’m sorry but they’ll have to go, they’ve paid their class dues.” My Goal or My Despair? What are my goals, my hopes, my dreams? As a high school senior I should know, I’m ashamed to admit that I don’t. How many of us are there who are in the same predica- ment? We all want a rosy future, a happy life, but how to attain it? Out of the mist before us there arises a solution. I could be—what? Why that’s it! That is something I have always been interested in. not talented enough to make a career of it by itself, so why not teach it? A dramatic teacher, a coach of plays. To do this would mean a further education, possibly four years in a school where I could major in drama. To think of this is child play, play acting. Hearing someone else I’d wish it were me and I’d never be satisfied. I could go into the secretarial field, what is there to stop me? I’m too slow and I don’t particularly like it. My stomach isn’t strong enough for nursing and I haven’t much patience. What is there left? Marriage? Not for a while. I’m not a misfit, I’m an average human being. Mixed up, undecided, is this the way that I must face the future? Only time will tell! Sylvia Archer Class of 1956

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