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

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M. F. H. S. PILOT 29 followed the prescription closely for when I looked back at him he laughed and be- gan to sing and dance. Stumbling up the stairs, I entered a room which appeared to be empty but looking more closely, I discovered in the corner a shriveled old man who was duti- fully writing out passes for imaginary recruits and throwing them one by one out of the window. This was beginning to get on my nerves. What could it mean? I ran hurriedly to the next room. Here were two old ladies, one puffing conten- tedly on a clay pipe and revising Para- dise Lost , the other pounding a type- writer with feeble strokes, humming a ditty. The sound of that monotonous drumming nearly drove me crazy and I rushed into the underground tunnel where I found another old man throwing text book after text book into the furnace. Something snapped in my brain! Ah I remembered! This was my old high school! How well I remembered them all. I flew back up the stairs, but when I came to Mrs. Aaron's room, I was rudely jostled by the Juniors who were hustling for an assembly program. just another pipe dream! B. Thurston w I NATURE In the spring the whole world's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of buds, and growing things. Then the whole uni- verse seems to be waking from a long sleep which has revolutionized nature's realm - tinging every inhabitant with green, gold, and azure. The trees slowly open their sleepy eyes. Little by little the leaves begin to awaken and finally they bud forth with all the joy of a small child who has been enjoy- ing his afternoon nap. At the first signs of spring the robin, the bluebird and the many other members of the feathery family are seen and heard calling and singing while busily making their homes and preparing for the little family which will keep them busy in the future. The grasses and other herbs of the soil also respond to this strange calling and everything and everyone seems to be glad they are living. As time goes on and the days lengthen all the flowers open their eyes and turn toward that heavenly globe, the sun. Among the first buds that appear we find the mayflower. This usually blos- soms the last of April and the month of May. The mayflower is found almost always in this part of Maine. Other flowers that blossom later are the painted trillium, jack-in-the-pulpit, 1ady's slipper, and the violet. These are only a few of the many flowers that appear sometime during the spring and summer months - from April to September. As summer comes on the furry crea- tures also seem to know that the time is approaching when everything is bright and happy. At this time the bear, that has hibernated all winter, comes out and remains until the winter months again roll around. The hedgehog also awakens and begins to live again after the long cold and snowy period. The squirrel, fox, weasel, bobcat and many others are out all winter but they surely respond to the glad bright days of spring and sum- mer. Indeed, Old Mother Nature was wise when she created the seasons, presenting a fine analogy to the events in our own lives. Mar orie Keene, '33

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28 M.F.H.S How am I? Oh, the depression has almost ruined my business and the saddest part of all is that the young people here in America give me very little respect. XYhy, the other day I heard an urchin screech, Aintcha gotcha Algebra done? I haint either but I guess George has, so I needn'ta worry! VValter Harwood GIVE A CAT A BREAK! Ilereafter they can use local talentg l'll never be in another drama as long as I live. The night of the high school play arrived and found me in a terrible condition. All of the pupils had to stay late and prepare the stage, so it was almost six o'clock when I started for home. I left the schoolhouse like a Hash and just missed the wheels of four different trucks before I reached home. But that wasn't the worst of it. Mother had forgotten to lay out my clean collar, and I spent ten minutes of my precious time looking for it. Then I found that pesky brother of mine had snitched my razor and I had to start for the play with only a sip of milk to drink, without shaving my whiskers or even sponging my black and white vest. No sooner had I reached the street than a long slinky black cat sneaked across my path. Right then and there I decided to take vengeance out on him and away I flew, chasing him through at least eighty different alleys. Tired and exhausted, with my fur coat completely ruined, I abandoned the race and finally reached the schoolhouse. Horrors of horrors! The play had be- gun! lt was almost time for my entrance. I sneaked down the middle aisle and stood waiting for the whistle which was my cue. lt came. I was already to leap out onto PILOT the stage when Bill Stone grabbed me by the collar and yelled, No cats allowed. Iola Chase, '33 PIPE DREAMS just then my weary feet refused to go farther, and looking up I read the sign HM. F. II. S. on a rusty door. My mind ceased to function for a moment. XVhere and when had I seen those letters? Oh yes, it was probably an old fort I had read about in history - never mind I would rest for a moment. So I pushed on the heavy door and with a creak and groan it swung back on its rusty hinges. I found myself in an ancient corridor filled with the odor of gunpowder. Yes, here on the first floor was a loop hole with a yellow card labeled Mrs, Mains . I opened the door. Polly, Polly, Oh yes, Polly Francais. Sit up Frenchyf' At the desk sat an old wrinkled lady, slowly and carefully explaining French to an empty room. I spoke to her but she only smiled and nodded, all the while searching for one of the six of Mr. Pot- tle's rules which applied to the errant johnson. I resolved to return later, and slowly departed. My eyes then fell on the name Mrs Aaron . On opening the door I found a whole barrack full of gray-haired soldiers who, together with an aged lady, were giving ten different reasons why one should take Latin. They had just reached the ninth point, when the dry atmosphere choked me. I hurried on. next room I ran across belonged almost The to Mr. Thomas. To my utter astonish- ment a at him wonderingly but he only smiled and pointed to a bottle in the laboratory. Eagerly I scanned the label, How To Keep Young . He certainly must have young man greeted me. I looked

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30 M. F. H. S. PILOT THE TRACK TEAM LIMBERS UP FOR A RACE just before the race at a track meet is a busy time for Harry Thomas. He runs around with a piece of paper and pencil in one hand and a stopwatch in the other fthat is if he hasn't mislaid itj and if he has he is running around trying to find it. If he doesnlt discover it in the first ten hideouts he will start accusing some- body Cusually jim Chasej for leaving it somewhere. Captain Chapman is taking a nap on one of the settees in the locker and the only ones that dare to disturb him are Harry Thomas and Harold McAllister. Harold, as you know, is an authority on cross - country, as it was he who brought glory to M. F. H. S. in '30, '31. He is around talking to all the boys that will listen to him, about where to run hard and where not to. Gilbert Maxim is running around in white pants and sweater, he simply can- not wait till the start. You'll find Benson in the basement swinging on the pipes overhead to get his arms limbered up, as if his arms will help him any. You might find Aub. Hoyle and Jim Chase arguing out on the lawn, that is, if Harry hasn't tied jim up to keep him quiet till the start of the race. Frenchie King can be found right in the middle of a group of the visiting boys telling them how he can run, play ball, or what time he is go- ing to make around the track course. How Harry keeps this bunch of fellows together and keeps them from fighting among themselves or with the other fel- lows, I don't know. but he does it and we have a very successful track team. Robert Taker, '34 MOTHER Memories of our childhood days Mother knows our countless ways She knows as we do not The trials of a tiny tot. Mother sees our future In a pathway agleam For a Mother's always holding For her child, a dream. With me in every thought and deed, Is my mother's prayer If I fail, or I succeed I know she's waiting there. When Mother thinks how fast we've grown And all the love that she has sown A tear drop steals into her eye For real are memories that are nigh. Ah! Mother, you will always have My everlasting love And may the angels brightly look To guide you from above. And Mother, as the years Do swiftly glide I pray to Him above To keep you near my side. Walter Harwood. '36. JACK FROST I awoke one wintery morn to see Jack Frost had left a fairy book for me, For there upon my window pane Was a pretty girl in a crooked lane. All about were woods and hills and lakes. And crystal houses with gleaming gates. As I saw the work of the artist flee, I thought of the story for me. he had meant Gladys Stackpole, '34,