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

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NO MORE WEIRD STORIES One gloomy eve when I was alone Something awful happened to me I chanced to peep out of the window And a werewolf crouched I did see. He was lean and white and his eyes in the light Were red, gleaming and sly I-Ie growled or grunted, I don't know which And it seemed he stood four feet high. Oh somebody help me! Come to my aid! For he was starting to leap Oh goodness-will succor ne'er come? I was ready to scream and weep. I heard a bell. It seemed my death knell. I clasped my lily-white throat. I let out a yell. I suppose it was loud But it sounded awfully remote. I really was fainting when a voice I knew well Came clearly through the fog, Oh, Mary, Josh .left the gate open again Have you seen my blamed skinny white hog? Pike, '34. FRIENDSHIP True friendship is a band It binds us like a chain Remains with us in right or wrong In failure or in fame. If only one friend you have And he is good and true He is better than a million Who are really false to you. S. PILOT 31 If misfortune should befall you And he stayed until the end Proving to be true blue Then you can call him friend t Iva Milliken, '33. IN SENIOR ROOM In senior room the students go, And in the desks, placed row by row, They study books which seem so dry They sicken, and they wonder why They cannot leave those walls and go. And wander where the zephrys blow To bask in springtime sunshine's glow, But they can only dream and sigh, In senior room. I like the senior room. But Oh! When springtime comes I am the foe Of schools and books, and I must lie Beneath the trees, and watch the sky. I must, although my rank falls low, In senior room. Frank Carter, '33 PESTS FOR FRIENDS With a sigh, Sally Blake placed the newspaper she had been reading on the seat beside her and gazed out the window of the train. So that pest of a neighbor would be home when she got there! That pest and tormentor, Dick Busch. After Sally reached home, her mother handed her a large package on the front of which was Dick's re- turn address. It proved to be a par- rot! What are you going to do with him P asked her mother.

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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,

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3.2 M. F. H. S. PILOT Do with him? XVe'll send him right back, that's what we'll do with him. Better not do thatf, said Mrs. lllake, or Dick will think you a poor sportf' and she left the room. A few days later, Sally Went to the station to meet one of her friends whom she had invited to spend the week end with her. The train came in, and Jacqueline was greeted with many hugs and kisses. Sally stopped at the post office on her way home for the mail. There was a letter for her which read, Am having a sort of welcome party tonight. You and your friend are in- vited. 7.30. Dick Huh! cried Sally, probably it's just to welcome himself home. Never- theless, the girls went and the party was a huge success for Dick. llc served rubber chocolates and Sally de- clared he should pay for it! Accord- ingly she and hlac invited llick to a party to be given at Jake's haunted house the next evening. The plan was to get him to go into the house, make him go up stairs for something, and then to drive off in the cars and make him walk home. Sally Wrote a note to him saying, Dear Pest, Let's let bygones be bygones. Am having a party at jake's and would like you to come. We leave here at eight. I remain ever the one you pester, Sally. At eight-thirty that evening four roadsters drew up in front of the haunted house and all went in. They sent Dick upstairs and unbe- known to them he slipped out the back window, removed the keys from all the cars, got in and started Sally's, then dangling all of the keys on a string, honked his horn and cried. Good night, sweet dreams! and was off down the road in a cloud of dust. The only thing left to say is, that very late that night a very footsore and tired group of young people ar- rived home. Sally vowed that prob- ably all her life would be spent in try- ing to play tricks on that mean pest , and that someday the tables would be turned. Margaret VVeston, '36,