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

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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

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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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28 M. F. H. by gosh, you'll pay me for those lob- sters. I've kept watch for three nights and now I've caught ye redhanded. You give me those lobsters, ye thief, or I'll take ye to the lockup and explain to the judge myself . With a gasp I turned and faced a large man of about forty years whose countenance was blazing with wrath. The moon suddenly came from a big cloud lighting up my face. I will briefly conclude my narrative. The shadows of the prison walls rapidly disappeared when I heard a man's hearty laugh at his own expense. I did not tell my friends then, but under the orders of Miss Nelson, I am herewith setting down on paper the most realistic and vivid experience of my life. Certainly most vivid, and schoolmates do me the honor of believ- ing it. Olive Cole, '30 POET'S CORNER Viney plays the violin, Gene, he pounds the drum, Who makes the biggest racket, I cannot tell, I swum. B. I. goes out for baseball, And faith, she is some batter, 'Twas Jimmie Keene that taught her how, He's going to be the catcher. Reg Edwards thinks he's a fisherman, To hear him talk, it's a sing For the smelts are a hundred and ten feet long That that young lad pulls in. Olive Cole, '30 :H S. PILOT The schoolhouse stands beside the road, and all, seldom there call. Its bell calls one lint one big boy is To hear the duty late at school, This boy is always But really not to blame, For he is such a sleepyhead, I hate to give his name. I think we should remember that Poor Mac needs lots of rest, And though he never comes on time, I-Ie really does his best. George Waldron, '30. u Beet Strout dashed up to Waldron, His face all rosy and red, You made the honor roll? Beet cried, I did, George calmly said. u u Oh! Do not be so cruel, Pleads Ella Walker's cousin. ,Ies' one more little picture, dear, I've only got a dozen. Said Haze Salls, to the teacher, If you want this school to win, Send O for the shorthand contest And me for typewritingf' Ina Cole, '30, Smiles bright and sunny, Complexion so fair. How sweetly they blend With'Reg's curly hair. Edward Tucker, '30. - SPRING Hark! we hear the voice of Springtime ringing, Through the pines and hemlocks on the hill, Then we hear the echo faint responding, As the stream flows over rocks and rills. When silver buds begin to swell and grow And look from last year's leafy bed, Greeting the world with their faces aglow, Each one knows that the world is not dead. Annie Pulsife r, '30.