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

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26 M. F. H. A FAIRY TALE Georgette was a little Princess. Oh, dear men, she sighed, l thought all princesses were supposed to have adventures . ' just then a tiny figure appeared on the seat beside her. He was a most curious figure with fiery red hair and pink eyes, which clashed so violently that they could be heard miles away. Would you like a ride , asked the ellie, politely. You bet your natural , said the little princess who had once been in America. Leading Georgette outside he indi- cated a beautiful car, a 1930 model Packard. Hop in , said the elhe, so in she jumped. The Princess was a trifle daring and when the elf was hitting 95 she com- plained of not going fast enough, thereon the elhe kicked her to the moon and left her to perch, while he went home to supper. Ina Cole, '30 THE WOMAN IN THE ROW BEHIND EXPLAINS THE MOVIE She had barely got seated behind me when she began to talk. Well, I've never seen this picture before but 1've read the book. There! They're beginning and l'll explain it so you'll understand it. The man on the right-whe's the hero. And the other man-he's trying to get the girl away from him. At this point the man beside me said, with a sigh, Well, I suppose we'll have to endure this for a while . The woman continued her talk. M S. PILOT Therel I've forgotten just what happens here. Oh, yes, I remember now and I'll tell you. it was like this. This other man kidnapped the girl and our hero declared that he'd rescue her if he had to go to the end of the earth. Now look! There he is entering his car-Cthe car looks like a Buick, but. still-- it may be a new Iiordj-ready to go seek heru. Thus she continued telling every little detail until the man beside me, more nervous than I, turned around to the woman and said, l'ardon, me, madam, this show is what is known in common as the silent movies. In the talkies so-called, the characters do all the talking during the show. Would you kindly favor me by doing your talking after the shown? The woman sniffed and said scorn- fully, f'Some people don't like to be told anything ! Helen Harmon, '31 A COMMON OCCURRENCE Every town and community has its Walking Newspaper . In this par- ticular town that I am going to write about it was, as in most cases, an old maid who had been brought up there and had lived there most of her days up until now. Judging by the move- ments of her face she will live for the next half century but judging by what she says of her aches and pains, which exist in every part of her body except, maybe her mouth, will die before to- morrow night or at the latest the next night. The other day as I was in the Grocery store who should come hurry- ing in but Aunt jane, in spite of the

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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

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M. F. H. S. PILOT 27 fact that her legs were apt to drop off any minute was making good time. She opened her mouth and exclaimed almost in one breath, I have some news to tell . This was not out of the ordinary, but she didn't stop there. She went on. As I came by our new minister's who should .I see in the yard but the sheriff. Ile had right hold of the minister and was helping him into a wagon. It's just as I expected. Ile looked suspicious to me when I lirst set eyes on him. Last night about dark I heard two shots down in the direction of Deacon Harkins and now the minister has been arrested for kill- ing him. lsn't this terrible. Ile might have come up and killed me. I have run all the way here to tell- just then the door was kicked open and the Sheritf's voice boomed out, Come out and see this bloodhound I just got oil the minister for 31000. I gave the dog I had to Harkins as he was no good to me. Harkins shot him last night. Williaili Goss, '31 A FISHES STORY Once upon a time, I was swimming around with thousands of my compan- ions in a pond. People came fishing with worms on the end of a hook, for us to bite, but, I soon got wise to them and didn't bite very often . At first I had a hard time of it. The snakes and turtles would try to catch me and my companions . The sun shone down on the pond and made the water very warm. There were many frogs in the pond too . Every night the frogs would begin to peep, some in a weak voice and others in a very deep voice . The ducks used to dive down after me, and the swans would stretch out their long necks and dart their bills at me so swiftly that it almost took my breath away . ' Then the boys threw rocks and sticks at me. They never hit me be- cause I was too quick for them. I am a good diver and when I hear the boys coming along the bank, I do not wait very long, but swim off and hide. Annie Pulsifer, '30 IN THE HANDS OF THE LAW I hardly like to tell this story because most amusing and some will say it is it is not true, but let all that can, dis- pute me when I am done, or keep silent. It was in a little fishing town that happened to me. Schoolmates, this and the memory of it has never faded. The night was dark and after a bor- ing day, the trouble was with me I guess, but anyhow my friends seemed dull and I craved excitement, and I got it, listen I To return, it was a little fishing town and I becoming tired of my friends, skipped away and went down on the shore, unhitched my boat from its moorings, and without more adieu, seized the oars and departed for a little midnight row. It was very dark but warm, and I rowed along, hardly guessing how far I had gone and was about to turn back when something dark loomed over me, something heavy shook the boat to and fro and a heavy hand took me by the shoulder and a gruif voice said, Now