Mechanic Falls High School - Pilot Yearbook (Mechanic Falls, ME)

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dad and of how glad he was to have her back. Then she thought of Dick, how could she repay him? Then a breeze brought the trilling song closer and she fell asleep. Hertha Ridley, '32 THE QUALITIES OF A LEADER By H. H. Kroll Unsellishness, fearlessness, farsight- edness, courage, and confidence, sus- stained energy in the face of opposition, distrust, and even abuseg tolerance, belief in human nature, consideration for others, even when they are wrong- all these qualities, and many more, con- stitute the leader. A big order? Assuredly. That's the point-it takes a big-souled per- son really to lead. It is a big order. But-and mark it well-the results are big. You are playing for big game. If you aren't made of big stuff yourself, you won't do much at the job. In that event, try to face your deficiencies and become a good follower. Don't be a grouchy one. Don't use what talents you have to be a monkey- wrench in the machinery. If you can't be boss, you'll not pitch the game! Earnest, faithful followers are as essen- tial as leaders. And if you can set the pace for sensible subordination of yourself to intelligent leadership, and so keep others from beeting and growl- ing and throwing wrenches into the works-well, I'1n not at all sure you won't be pretty good leaders in that respect. A clipping from Young People's Paper . Beulah Ridley, '31 S. PILOT 23 THE LION TAMER Are you a sailor ? No, I'm a lion tamer for the circus . Did you ever get bitten ? Bitten l-I guess I have. I've been chewed up and spit out a good many times, by the wildest of African lions . f'Do you like your job ? Oh yes, pretty well. I'll admit I sometimes get a little scared . How long have you been a lion tamer ? About twenty years. I started when I was two years old. My mother used to do it when she was a girl . I should think it would be very exciting work . Yes, and dangerous too. Why, I remember, before I was born, I saw a man chewed up and swallowed by one of the very lions I am taming now . That lion must be pretty old . Yeah, old fellow, but sly and foxy . How long does it take you to tame a lion ? About three months. They all seem to like me pretty well, but I used to get chewed up pretty often. I remem- ber once I was taming old Nig and somehow I brought my lash around and cut her tail just right and she sprang at me. There I was, helpless, in the corner of her cage. She was- Land sake, how did you get out ? I didn't. She ate me and I vowed I'd never tame another lion . sr at rr Grace Burns, '32 THE GOSSIPS A conversation between two Juniors: Have you heard the latest news from the Junior Room ?

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22 M. F. H. thing about the house was beautiful and well kept. David Johnston had seen to it that everything any girl could ask for or want was supplied. He knew that Silvia would be homesick but thought that she would soon forget her old home. In his way of thinking girls of fifteen forgot easily, but he thought wrongly. Every evening Silvia would think of the Whip-poor-will who always sang and of Wild Acre Farm lying calmly under the sky. Two months of Silvia's life went by so quickly that she nearly gasped at thinking of them for her uncle had dropped her into a gay social life. At first it seemed wonderful but gradually she was becoming tired although she herself did not know it. Two weeks later a telegram came to her saying that Dick, her beloved Dick, was gone. Lost! Nobody knew where. He had started off to hunt on the mountain behind the farm. The woods were thick upon the mountain and they supposed he was there. This news coming to Silvia with her nerves at such high tension completely un- nerved her. For a month she was very ill but a' last she gained her strength. One day she told her uncle that she was going to return to Wild Acre Farm and help in the search for her brother who had not yet been found. Her uncle was very angry and told her that if she re- turned her father must pay him every cent he had loaned him. After his tirade, Silvia regardless of consequences and aided by her cousin, Franklin, managed to reach home. Her father and mother were glad to see S. PILOT her for they were sorry that they had let her go. Nearly as quickly as she reached home Silvia set about making arrange- ments for a thorough search after Dick. She would dearly have loved to listen to the song of the Whip-poor-will but she was far too busy. The mountain was searched through and through, but still no Dick. They had nearly given up in despair when one day just four months from the time she had gone to her uncle's there was a knock upon the door. Mrs. Morgan answered and then as she opened the door she screamed! Silvia rushed to her mother as she thought possibly it was a tramp. When she reached the door she gasped, for there with an old suit on, looking just as she had last seen him was-Dick. After he had been welcomed in every way possible he told them what had happened. He had gone over the mountain and down to a station on the other side. He had taken a train to Portland where he had gone with the idea of earning enough money to buy Silvia from the uncle. He had worked in a machine shop and had been so handy that they had given him re- markable high wages. He had just about enough to pay half the money his father had borrowed of his uncle but in another four months believed he could clear the debt. Four months later Silvia Morgan was sitting again at the wondow in the darkness listening to the sweet, soft wail of the Whip-poor-will. Today the last of the debt was paid and the family was once more united. As Silvia went to sleep that night she thought of her

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24 M. F. H. S. PILOT No, I haven't. To tell the truth they are so active that I can't keep track of them even when I am right there. What is it now? Well, Mrs. Aaron has established a system by which she can produce pic- tures of those Freshmen who have to stay after school for English. There has been a screen put up in the Fresh- man room and the pictures are shown every night before the bell rings. The list was growing so long that it took almost a whole period in which to write it. This way saves lots of time and as there aren't any twins in the Freshman room there is no confusion whatsoever . ' Very good idea. You have to admit the teachers are bright around here. Have you heard about Miss Nelson s w a p p in g cars with Mr. Thomas? No? Well you see, Mr. Thomas has been wishing for a long time that he didn't have to stop and pick up so many people on his way to school at noon, so now he has Miss Nelson's car he has taken out the rum- ble seat and used the space for a locker room. He stores all the baseball equip- ment in there. Miss Nelson doesn't come down through the village so she doesn't mind having a larger earn. I heard Mr. Pottle talking about his A divison of Freshman Algebra again today. What with his F r e s h m a n Algebra and Mrs. Aaron's Freshman Latin people, we Juniors don't have a minutes peace. They are always and forever telling how good those Fresh- men are. I wonder if we really shouldn't offer to change places with them . Perhaps we should. Let's suggest it anyway. That wouldn't do any harm and perhaps it would stop all this discussion. 'The Freshmen could do that with their eyes shut' and 'The Freshmen could do that blindfolded' is all I hear and it's getting on my nerves. I don't think we were half harsh enough when we initiated those Latin students to the Latin Club. Weariiig one black stocking and one white stocking isn't anything. We should paddle each of them twice every time Mrs. Aaron or Mr. Pottle starts boast- ing about them. However we'll be paddled for loitering in the halls if we don't get moving. These rules are so strict around here I can't move without breaking one. Here comes someone now. Probably a teacher, Let's exit! Agnes Hueston, '31 THE FOND PARENTS' DARLING CHILD APPEARS ON THE SCENE Why! Mary Eliott, is that you! Come right in. Here let me take your wraps. Have a chair, that one over by the window is the comfortablist an' it's cooler over there. I'm so glad to see you. How did you happen to be in town ? While Mrs. Brown was running on in this fashion she bustled around the room, whisking things into place. She seemed very glad to see her old friend, as indeed she was, for in the old fashioned country villages it is quite an event to have an outside visitor and to get all the news of what is going on some where else. And Mrs. Brown did like to get the news and have the honor of telling it to the neighbors.