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

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M. F. Here's to the girl in our class Who likes to break the rules Some little law books for her to read Would be most essential tools. There is a girl whom they call Marie Who likes to go to the A. 81 P. But now tI1ere's no attraction there She has to hunt for it elsewhere. M. E. M ODE T0 BEAUTY You're tall and stately like the trees, Your breath is as a summer breeze Your hand is like the lily that floats, And your feet are just like small gunboats- Jennie Bailey. Hugh Rideout. EPITAPH Here lies Tripp His life was brief. He lost a marble And died of grief. ' D. Cole. FISHING I I get up early in the morning First I don my clothes, Then I take my fish rod, And start off down the road. II I know a brook close by, Where the trout will bite. Especially in the morning, Or along toward the night. III I arrive at the brook at last, And put a worm on my hook. And standing on the old rock bridge, Throw into the brook. IV Then I feel a quick snap And I know that one has bit, I start to reel him slowly in, With my best care and wit. V At last I get the trout, And then I stop to kneel, And marvel at his beauty Before I put him in my creel. PILOT 17 A SLIGHT ACCIDENT For four long happy years Through worry and through stress Our good and faithful Bebe Has carried us to M. F. H. S. Nearly every morning All things went smooth and fine But on one winter day Our driver lost her line. Down across the railroad, A sharp turn just ahead, Around which we must go To reach our horse's shed. A steep bank on the right, A rough spot in the road, Made this turn perilous With such a heavy load. Bebe loved that stable, She made the turn too swift. The next thing that we knew We were sprawled out on the drift. The horse was up and gone Ere we got to our feet. The robe was on the snow The bags were in the street. 'The horse was unharnessed As was the usual rule VVe picked up what we had lost And went along to school. A few more accidents Trivial it is true Which we do not mind a bit Because we're almost through. Although she now is dead Her memory stays today, Her successor can not Make that fade away. Thelma Bridgham, '32 SOPHOMORE CLASS QMD odest CR J are CSD taunch CMJ emorable KAJ greeable CI J nvaluable CND ecessary ISD ensible By Courtney Pike, R. Pike, '34

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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.

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18 M. F. H. WEST POLAND EXPRESS How hard it is to come to school To ride so far each day, To make believe we study VVhen our thoughts are tar away. Sometimes we stay in bed too late And this makes Alden cross Then ,lennie does some talking To let him know whois boss. But still we're quite :1 jolly gang: That needs no further stress l-et's give three rousing cheers, then- For our faithful VVest Poland Express . Rebecca Johnson. WHERE WISDOM FAILS There was :1 man in our town, And he was wondrous wise, He could unscramble scrambled eggs And uncuss custard pies. He could unhutton butter too. But yet, with all his skill, There was one thing he could not do- Unpay a paid gas hill. Marion Pulsifer. EPITAPH Here lies Cole with all his fame .He failed in French and died of shame. James Sheridan PILOT SPRING The spring has come again, alackl With aching arm and tired back, The sound of ball against the bat, And then again Wl1ose ball was that? NNhile someone knocks one to the trees, Amid a chorus of Oh gee's. A righty draws a 'tlefty's glove, And tells the fact to the skies above, Hroans at a badly fumbled catch, And tries :i long low Hy to snatch. The sound of spiked feet running free, You're out! the umpire's melody. One hears the yell, A foot too wide! And, Umpire, that was a mile inside! Again, Umpire, you were given an eye To watch the ball, not the bright blue sky. Another pitch comes whirling byg The inning: ends with an infield fly. And though the seasons come and go, l5asehall's the best sport still, you know, XfVe eouldn't do without the game, lt's fun to have your arm all lame, And what a yowl would quickly ring, lf Nature tailed to produce the spring. Hugh Rideout, '34 DEBATING SQUAD