Maine Central Institute - Trumpet Yearbook (Pittsfield, ME)

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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-

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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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I can see the title, She Was Onlv a Conductorks Dauglzlern or Should a Tiekel Whirh Is Puncl1ed,Hit Back Madame Winninsk-v.' What is all the shouting on the street? Oh, I guess the boy is saying, Extra! The news of the day seems to be that Gladys Gould is leaving for Alaska, where she is planning to continue her vocation as a hair dresser. It says that she feels the Eskimo women should look as attractive as the American ladies. The paper also reveals another name, that of Audrey Davis, who is going to accompany Miss Gould on her trip. She will offer a course for the Eskimo women in How to Iose a Pound of Weight in Twenty-four Hours. Monsieur Bertinsley: Do you hear that music? It's the circus, Iet's look in the big top. Oh my! What's that confusion? Goodness, Trigger james, one of the mighty mites of the James-Sinclair Strongman Act is up at the top of the tent. I can see it all now. There was too much helium in the three hundred pound dumbbell. Madame Winninsky.' Included in this same circus is Dorothy VVelch who now stands five feet nine inches and tips the scales at four hundred and twenty pounds. She is doing a tight rope act on a one-wheeled bicycle. Monsieur Berlinsky: The presses are rolling. Now we are in the of!-ice of Neal Ward, publisher and editor of the Daily Bugle, the Pittsfield Advertiser's new rival. Beside him stands Ben Stearns, the Bugle sports reporter who has terminated his bi-yearly featured article in the Farm Journal. Madame Winninsky.' What is all the cackling that I hear? A girl with auburn hair is gathering baby chicks in her apron. Oh, it is Barbara Temple, who is now half owner of the hen Hatch-ery located in the heart of Palmyra. Monsieur Bertinsky: Paris in the spring and there is the eminent French professor, Charles Partridge, gazing at the Eiffel Toweror is he looking at the cute mademoiselle in the third story window? Partridge is in Paris to show the Pari- sians his new French dictionary. He says it was inspired by his work at M. C. I. Madame Winninsky.' All I can see is a map of Maine, and Pittsfield seems to be the center. Now I see why! Edith Atwell has completed her latest novel, which sold one thousand copies the first week. It is entitled, Man Is a Queer Creature. Monsieur Berlinsley: Sh! Quiet! This is a hospital zone. Let's step inside a moment. This is the place where Dr. Ray Cook has his clinic for ingrown toe nails. There's Dr. Robert Anderson in the operating room. He's performing a delicate operation on a wealthy Burnham patient. But where is Dr. Cook? I-Iere's a card on his door. Out, Have gone to Franklin Street, Pittsfield, Maine, to perform an emergency toe operation on 'Skippy,' valuable canine of E. M. Purinton. Madame Winninsky.' What is that delicious odor issuing from that struc- ture? It smells like cheese, and I guess I am right because Margaret York, owner of the famous York Cottages and noted for the Dairy-Rich Finer Foods, is just stepping from a little Green Ford. MonsieurBertinsky: Ah, sweet music! I recognize that piece. It's the third movement of Brill's Fifth Unfinished Symphony in three parts, written by Earl Brill. Vesper Boynton, concert violinist, is making his debut at Carnegie Hall. 4991