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

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M. IF. H. S. PILOT 15 A TEST OF COURAGE In two hours , Joan said, the races will begin and that means no more camp life until next season . That's right , I agreed, It's most over . VVe had finished our rest period in preparation for the races and were sitting on the bungalow steps. Here and there among the streaks of gold on the blue waters of the lake, canoes were idly drifting along. It's a warm day for dashes and swimming contests , mused Joan. I think Marion Marshall will win the quarter mile swim . You'll get the cup, Joan. Your speed has greatly improved in the last few days . Joan shook her head doubtfully. Marion is stronger than I. Never- theless, I shall do my best to win for the Blue Streaks. There were twenty-four girls at the Rainbow Lodge. They were divided into two groups of twelve, Blue Streaks and Red Flashes. Last year the Red Flashes had won many of the individual cups and the large cup offered to the group with the most points. During the practice periods this season the Blue Streaks were doing better work. i lf Ruth Bennett and I can win the half-mile run and the hundred yard dash, I have hopes for the Streaks , I commented. VVhile we were talking, Miss Ioyce, the swimming counselor, came out on the porch with a big glass pitcher in her hand. Will you and Joan please get me a pitcher of cool spring water ? she asked, Oh! -Ioan, she called as we started along, Will you take my whistle and call the girls to 1unch ? G1adly , replied Joan. just as I stooped to Fill the pitcher at the spring, a terrified voice came over the water. Help! Help ! it rang in pitiful tones. Without a moments delay I turned and ran to my boat which was hitched near the spring. The oars fairly flew and yet Joan was ahead of me when we reached the up- turned canoe of Marion Marshall. Blacky, the camp dog, was swimming vigorously around it and soon Marion's head appeared above the water. We managed to pull her into our boat. Blacky was struggling to climb into the canoe. I pulled him ashore with my com- panions who were too exhausted to talk. After we reached camp Marion ex- plained how she had thrown Blacky into the lake for a swim, how the canoe tipped over when she tried to help him into it, and how the sudden plunge and fright had given her cramps. I owe my life to you girls , she said, in tone of deep gratitude. Last night 1 boasted of my confidence to win the half-mile swim over Joan. In behalf of the Red Flashes, I announce that it has been unanimously voted to give the cup to the Blue Streaks and an individual cup to each of our hero- ines, with a postponement of the races until next season . M. Waldron

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14 M. F. H. S. PILOT zlfiy 1gi5.a.- e H I .- 1-A I - .41 2 E1 1 H 'Wm 4 Lila 'N ., -gl' . f ...ie I I ' - it .f ll Ill . A VISIT TO A TOMB Being poverty-stricken, my friend and I decided to obtain money by some means fair or fowl. After due deliberation, Phacis, my friend, ex- claimed, VVhy, Garno, who not do a little grave robbing? It would stimu- late our low spirits. You know the clammy touch of a corpse is thrilling . It all sounded very gruesome but nevertheless we agreed to meet at Pine Grove Cemetery at twelve thirty the following night. The next evening I had fallen asleep in 1115' dilapidated armchair only to be aroused by a familiar voice crying, Garno! Garnol Come quickly! The moon is just rising and we have to be under cover soon . I sprang up instantly and we were on our way. On approaching the cemetery, we both became stricken with fear. My hands could scarcely hold the huge key which I had made to ht the lock to the tomb. XVC' sensed a moaning sound which proved to be only the gurgling of a nearby stream. Of course this was our first experience of this sort and we felt, oh! so queer. Pachis, being the bolder, snatched the key from my hand and unlocked the door. VVe entered. VVe were greeted by a musty odor and on lighting our lantern saw a venerable place lined on either side and in back with tiers and tiers of coffins of various colors and sizes. It was as silent as death except for a whispering sound that came from an enormous purple coffin. VVe ventured to look at the name plate but could not decipher it. Vtfe were gently lowering the coffin to the fioor when the cover broke in several pieces. The covering over the body crumpled to dust when I touched it and behold! I was looking upon the face of my brother. l fainted and on regaining conscious- ness found myself on the floor under my brother's bed. He was tugging at 1ny night-clothes trying to lift me back into my bed. You may be sure I was dazed for several minutes but finally I recol- lected that I had eaten ham and eggs, pickles, cream pie and black coffee for supper. I advise everybody to eat moder- ately before retiring. E. Norton

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16 M. F. H. THE DESERT RAID Sand here, sand there, just sand for miles and miles , exclaimed Roger VVilson, as he rode along on his camel, under the burning rays of the desert sun. I should say sand, and it's surely a tough place to be lost inn, answered one of his companions, Gerald Lam- bert. Wilson, a young man of about twenty-five years, with two compan- ions, John Allen and Gerald Lambert, were looking for two lost aviators. The latter's plane had gone down on the desert and nothing had been heard from them since. It had been decided at the airport, by Lieut. Gray, that Wilson and his party should go on camels over the route that was sup- posed to have been taken by the avia- tors and look for the lost men. We must be at least half way across the desert by this time, aren't we E'nock? asked John of the Arabian guide. Yes sir, we're near mountains, that means wefre half way across , was E'nock's answer. By sunset that afternoon, an oasis was in view, and when they reached it, they found that some one had been there before them and had left re- cently. To this E'nocks decision Was, Arbui and his band been here, just left, we look out, he hate white man, want to kill . Although this made the Americans nervous, they managed to pass a rest- ful night under the sheltering palms, bordering the oasis. Before the sun was hardly up in the S. PILOT morning, the four men were again on their way. They rode peacefully until late in the afternoon, when a Warning cry from E'nock startled them, Arbui and his men, look! They come toward us, we run, get away, they kill white mans . Because they had not been noticed before, the hostile tribe gained on the Americans, who were not experienced riders. As the Arabs came near, they started to hre on the group, who tired back in rapid succession. Soon both parties were surprised by repeating firing near by, and the Arabs, fearing a large group were going to attack, rode away in great haste. A few minutes after the Arabs de- parture, theitwo mysterious shooters appeared, they were dressed in ragged aviators' clothes, and their faces were bearded, but they were soon recog- nized by Wilson and his men, as the lost aviators for whom they had been looking. M. Perry i-.i POEMS-WISE OR OTHERWISE There was a young lady named Dot, Who determined to put on the spot All her friends who should cry Er - - there's Rexie, my eye! And all that intolerable rot. H. Ridley. There was a young man in Bog Hoot Who was so exceedingly cute That when he recited The professor decided That he was desiring a boot. Z. Kolchakian. If you want to own a good machine Buy two quarts of oil and gasoline Take four tin cans and a four foot board Nail these together and you've got a Ford. C. Campbell.