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

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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.

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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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M. F. H. S. PILOT 29 Johnny Mains is tall and skinny Her legs are bent with weight. She said she wasn't hungry But this is what she ate: A hot dog and a soda, A salad and a steak, Some custard pie and ice cream And then she ate the plate. Gene Thurlow, '30, A LASS She seems so very still right now, A busy little lass. Hut wait 'till teacher's back is turned, A note she'll slyly pass. And now she's turning 'round so cross A frown from her is cast, She's calling down her peaceful friend Her words come thick and fast. 1 1 She's scolding 'bout her yellow pen, Been lost since yesterday. I know yo11 have it, so, says she, For it, you'll have to pay. O, say! Who might this lassie be? You say you cannot guess? VVell, then I'll have to tell you, huh? It's saucy little Bess, Hazel Salls, '30. MY GUIDE As I wearily climb up the stairs at night, And enter my chamber nearby, Thc vision that first meets my wandering sight ls a great lighted dome in the sky. The great lighted dome is on Ricker's Hotel, Sending forth by its rays bright and strong, A message of cheer, soft and clear as a bell, To those who have started out wrong. The beckoning light high above th e , ground, Shining out so steady and sure, Can be seen for many a mile around, And calls with a friendly lure. This famous hotel by name Poland Springs, Is known all the world around For its golf links, summer and winter sports, And the water which made it renowned. Below this big dome, another light shines From a structure whose fame is wide- spread, Iior the Maine State Building now nestling in pines From the St. Louis Fair has been led. And so, wherever I happen to roam, Be it far from home or to bed, I always see n1y big, bright dome And the Maine light just ahead. Beulah Ridley, '31, AN EXPERIMENT Mr. Thomas, so they say, Likes to play with fire, So he thought one sunny day His scientists he'd inspire. A fire extinguisher he took, And it he did explore, To find out just what thing to do To make the water pour. A little flask he then did grasp, A glass tube and some salt. He filled the flask with water, too, NVithout a single halt. He added this, and added that, And then some drops of acid. He held it up 'for us to see Then 'round the class he passed it He shook it right and shook it left Then added a sulphur pill And put it in a bottle And left it there, until- You wish to hear the ending? This tale so sad yet true? Ask any of the Scientists, They'll gladly tell it to you. It might be well to tell you this: That since that day so fair, Experiments have been taboo. Ask Thomas-if you dare! Kitty Davis, '32.