Maine Central Institute - Trumpet Yearbook (Pittsfield, ME)

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ersg Miss Alley had to send to Waterville, Portland, and Bangor, to get the forty yards of cloth necessary to make my clown suit. Action! I ights! Camera! All seniors wear their best and smile their pretti- est. Senior Class pictures are to be taken. Orono or else! What am I reading. Everyone is going to the basketball tournament. Busses were engaged to assure the team that they had plenty of backing with school spirit. It certainly was a thrilling game, and the opponents found it hard to defeat us. Other students who had the privilege of being admitted to the National Honor Society are: Martin Kelley, Paul Morrell, VVinnifred Ellingwood, Gladys Gould, Shirley I, awler, and Marjorie Tilton. We have come far these four years, and by constant studying and honest loyalty, the following have well earned the highest honors of the graduating class of 1941: Valediclorian, Shirley Lawler, Salulalorian, Jean Purintong First Honor Essay, Arlene Bryantg SefondHonor Essay, Audrey Davis, ThirdHonor Essay, Paul Morrell. N.: Must buy new shoes. That's a funny thing to write in a diary. Oh, I see. John says that he has worn out three pairs of shoes while rehearsing march- ing for graduation. He says that he would like to weigh the same as Floyd james instead of his own five hundred and forty pounds. G.: Indeed, that was a remarkable class and I'm sure that every member will make a great name for himself. N.: I.et us close this diary now, with future a wish for happiness for our classmen. Gladys Gould Neal Ward 'l97l

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May, Brenda Burton and Clair Cianchette each received a twenty-five dollar award. listen to this: Night life and glamour if you like that sort of thing. Our junior dance was held in the Enchanted Gardens of Park's Gymnasium. The walls were decorated with fluffy white paper lambs, beautiful flowers, and gay tittle blue birds. John certainly blesses the day of the birth of Betty King and the other fair damsels who pasted the decorations on the walls. He had to scrub them oFf with bon-ami. John lends a sentimental touch: All the gay, attentive Fred Astaires and breath-takingly lovely Ginger Rogers whiled away the wee hours to the beautiful music of Watie Aikins and his orchestra. The world is assured that romance is as strong as ever. I've been wondering ifjohn forgot to make a note on the members admitted to the National Honor Society. Why, anything so outstanding as that he couldn't possibly leave out. Everyone at that time becomes a bit hopeful and excited because persons chosen must be outstanding in scholastic ability, leadership, service, and character. The faculty-yes, here are the members-the faculty has chosen: Burton Hammond, jean Purinton, and Douglas Stafford. Once more the proud and successful juniors uncovered their hidden talent of writing by publishing the M. C. I. magazine under the able direction of Editor- in-Chief, Douglas StafTord. Now, after three long years, the happy group that proudly occupies the front seats in assembly are dignified seniors. At an important meeting for the fourth consecutive year we chose as our President, Clair Cianchetteg Viee President, Robert Smallg Treasurer, Gladys Gould: and Secretary, Shirley Lawler. We don't know whether it was connected with the present defense program or not, says John, but the gymnasium was decorated in patriotic red, white, and blue colors with large silver eagles for the great social event of the year. Every- one, American-minded, but gay, danced to the tunes of Lloyd Rafnell. The senior play was one of the most spectacular events of the year. The three-act-play, Meet the Millionaire, was presented in Powers Hall February 13, 1941. The actors and actresses proved that M. C. I. has superior talent even though they feel safer in staying clear of Hollywood for at least a few more years. John writes, I'm sure that play made good business for the clothing deal- 'l96lL

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PRIIPIIECY Ah, good afternoon, my young friends. It is, indeed, a delightful pleasure to gaze out upon such a sea of shining faces. This afternoon, Madame Winninsky and I shall have the extreme delectation of endeavoring to prognosticate the events which will take place in your lives. If you haven't already surmised the fact, we are fortune tellers. However, we are not of the ordinary species. YVe combine present day methods with those employed by the witches-hence, the enormous black cauldron. From this, the future will immerge to our eyes as if it were the present. In the past, we have correctly anticipated the future of many famous per- sons. In 1919, we stated that Mr. Purinton would still be principal at Maine's leading prep school, M. C. I. And true it was. In I93O, we forecast that Mr. Louder would be a famous science teacher, but that in 1939 he would run afoul with a great deal of trouble. Right again. In the fall of that year, Martin Kelley entered his physics class. To heap on more misery, Kelley came back the next year to teach chemistry. I. ike all people, we make mistakes. In 1936, we made a grievous error concerning Mr. Shields. We said that in 1940 he would run for state representative in Vermont on the Democratic ticket. Sad mistake! But enough reminiscing. I et's face the future with a smile. All right, Madame, what have we Hrst? Madame WinninJky.- Ah, I see the Hammond-Havey Style Shop has opened in Pittsfield where business is progressing rapidly under the influence of the Cook- Howard technique. Their latest styles, designed by Marion Keith, is the ankle length, hoop-skirt style of grandmothers day, which is making their shop widely known. Monsieur Berlinsky: I hear a merry whistle, well, no wonder. Charlie Chase who is employed by the National Broadcasting Company as one of the three chime-ringers during station breaks has just been advanced. Instead of ringing the second chime, he now announces call letters as his station. Madame Winninsky.' Why, I can see a young girl turning a dial but I hear nothing except strange noises. On the flames floats the name, Rowena Wiles who is exercising her vocal cords by singing for the benefit of the Cote Cos- metics, Inc. The song she is singing sounds like, Clarence Is My Darling. Monsieur Berlinsky: An army recruiting station comes into view. There's Red Dunton looking sad. I'll see ifI can find the cause. Wait, I hear an oflicer: he says Red's teeth are perfect, his arches arched and his eyes were excellent, as was witnessed when a beautiful blond flew over at 1o,ooo feet. He was rejected because the officer found out Red wasn't on his knees while saluting. Madame Winnin5ky.' Ooh, what a beautiful home! The door is ajar, so let's take a peek. Why, there is Betty King and Arlene Bryant. Betty has just tried on a dress she has finished and now turns to help Arlene who is writing an article for the Pittsfield Advertiser on, The Road to Happiness, or How to Win a Man's Heart. Monsieur Berlinsky: A quick change and here is Cecil Coombs, the brilliant novelist, seated in a publisher's oflice. In his hand he holds a sequel to his recent masterpiece, She Wax Only an Engineerir Daughlern which sold eleven copies. 'l98l-