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

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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.

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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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M. F. H. S. PILOT 45 Of course, her old friend Mrs. Eliott was a quiet woman and not much of a talker, but that was all right. She was at least, a good listener. How is everybody up your way, Maryn? and without waiting for an answer she went on, Lettie Smith calledon me this afternoon. You used to know her, didn't you? Say! do you know, that woman has grown to be 11.11 awful gossip, and brag! lJoesn't she boast about that son of hers, though? You'd think he was an angel to hear her talk. But I happen to know a thing or two myself. I know that he ain't perfect. But to hear her talk you'd think he was. I hate to hear people boast about their children, don't you, Mary ? It is very uninteresting , replied Mrs. liliott, guardedly. Uninterestingl Well, I guess! I can't bear it. I just had to say some- So when thin' to bring her down a bit. she began to rave 'bout her boy's man- ners, an' how he always does what she tells him to, an' how he keeps himself so clean, why I just told her a thing or two 'bout my boy. I guess my Ted would outshine that brat o' hern any day. Why I never known him to dis- obey me, never. He'll always answer, 'Yes, Mother', to what I tell him. liven if he is a mite disappointed he never lets on. And clean! Why that loy o' mine never gets dirty. He washes hisself before every meal, an' he keeps his clothes so clean! Ile is real considerate about savin' me work. lt's never any job to wash his clothes. he keeps 'em so clean. That's the kind of a boy I like. e that don't get into all kinds of fracases an' dirty him- self all up. We are real proud of him and we let him do about as he likes because he always acts nice of his own accord . just then there was a terrible noise out in the street. With a woman's curiosity Mrs. Brown went over to the window where her guest was seated, to see what was making such a racket. Well, I- she exclaimed as she saw a group of boys running up the street. They were so dirty that it was hard to recognize them. The one in the lead was the one who had so taken Mrs. Brown aback. He was the dirtiest of them all. With his face smeared with dirt, his clothes ragged and dirty, his hair dishevelled, he was racing up the street yelling like murder. Whose child is that ? Inquired the visitor. That? Oh, that's the brat that lives across the way, here. I forgit his name . VVell it seems too bad that a child should be allowed to grow up like that , said Mrs. Elliot. I The boys came closer and it was soon evident that they were coming to the house. The one in the lead came right up to the door. He was coming in! Mrs. Brown was almost frantic. You keep out of this house or I'll skin you alive ! she yelled, but it was too late. Wliy', what's th' matter, Mom? Why not? Guess I'll come in if I want to. 'Cos me'n the fellers wants some more o' them cookies. Frances Carter, '31