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

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28 M. F. H. can steal and get away with it. I see you have got the bag too. That's good luck for me. Rex was then promptly escorted to the police station and thrust into jail. His explanation was of no avail. The police- man would not and did not believe his story. Another policeman, seeing that the boy was hungry, brought him some food and he immediately fell into a deep slumber. King had followed his master to the police station and was admitted to the boy's cell. One of the policemen who liked dogs brought King a bone to eat. The next morning Rex was brought before judge Gray to tell his story. The young boy was feeling better after hav- ing eaten and having slept soundly on the hard cot of the jail. The judge asked the boy his name and when Rex replied, Reginald Gray, he gave a start and grew pale as he slowly stood up. The crowd and the policemen in the court room wondered what was troubling the judge for tears were stream- ing down his face unheeded. XVhen the judge spoke again his voice was rough with emotion. He asked Rex his mother's and father's names and where they lived. Rex told him that he didn't know where his father was because he had gone to war and hadn't come back and his mother had been dead about six months. Upon hearing this news the judge cried, Rex, is this a picture of your mother F He then opened his watchcase and showed Rex a picture of a woman. ls that your mother? he asked again. Rex nodded a replyg the judge said hoarsely, She was my wife and you are my son. The next moment Rex was in his father's arms weeping out his tale of suffering and poverty. He told what S. PILOT misery his mother had gone through for five years. After living in one house for three years they had had to move. He told how they had left a letter for his father with the people who owned the house they used to live in. His mother had worked hard to support him and keep him in school. After five years of hard work, poverty, and grief she had died of a broken heart believing her husband dead. With his dog he had wandered from place to place, begging for food and shelter when he could not get work. Fewer and fewer people gave him shelter and food, until at last, nobody helped him. He said that the First food he and the dog had eaten in two days was the food given to them at the police station. The people in that crowded courtroom will never forget the scene nor will they ever forget judge Gray and his son Reginald Gray. That night a happy man watched his son sleeping peacefully on a soft bed. judge Gray smiled happily at the dog lying on a rug beside the bed of his son. As he patted the dog who had been his son's companion he thought of a saying that he had often heard. VVhat is a home without a child P UNA MARSHALL, '35 THE WOMAN IN THE ROW BEHIND EXPLAINS THE MOVIE XVell, john, this is a good seat. VVe're just in time. I dropped my glove. Look for it, john, before the show begins. You can't find it, well look again. I'll tell you what happens. There is a beautiful girl with curls, sheis adorable. Oh she is going to go to her great aunt's to live. Have you found the glove?

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M. F. H. S. lead in educational circles but one won- ders if the importance of education in this particular instance has not been over- stressed. We must look to the future, far be- yond those times when prosperity is at a low ebb, and see the requirements that will be presented, so that we may change our school schedules to agree in training for future demands. On the basis of past history, life will be much more in- volved and competitive in the times to come than the present, which makes it appear that the part of the schools of America, and among them those of Maine. will ever grow in importance. Let us see to it that those who come after us shall be able to carry on, driving loath- some Ignorance with the silver sword of Knowledge to the farthermost corners of the earth, leaving it a better world for humanity. HUGH RIDEOUT, '34 A VOICE FROM OUTSIDE Ohl Let me come inside of the lofty walls, called a soft little voice outside the school house. A hushed silence came the noisy students on the inside. Who could it be that wanted to come into the Brain Shop, as they referred to school, for they only looked upon OVCI' their it as a place of meeting and having fun with the different ones there. T hey worked only when they really had to and then just enough to get by. Let me in, again called the little voice. I wonder who it is, said Mary. Shall we let whoever is outside enter? asked Betty. fSure, they all chimed together, If they want to come into this place let them in. . PILOT 27 Tom opened the door and said, Come in, my friend, but no one could be seen. All the others began to laugh saying, The joke is on you, Tom. When the door was closed the same little voice said, Thank you, very much for letting me in. I have tried for a long time to gain admittance but no one would let me enter. The students looked around but no one could be seen. Mary said in a timid voice, who are you and why do you hide P Oh! l am the unseen spirit here to renew your interest in education and to help you in your future life and I know I am welcome here for you all want to be well known in the future. Am I not right? spoke the little voice from the outside. You are welcome within these walls. Unseen Spirit, since the Education of America must go on. D. FRENCH, '34 WHAT IS A HOME WITHOUT A CHILD? A young boy of sixteen years walked slowly down the alley with his dog. Thoughts of his mother who had long since departed for another world rushed through his mind. Visions of her and his father rose in vivid pictures before his unseeing eyes. The boy was on the verge of starva- tion but he kept walking wearily on try- ing to find some place to rest. Suddenly a group of boys ran past him and one dropped a bag. Rex stared at the boys and at the bag. He then stooped, picked up the bag and started to cry out to the boys to stop and get it, but at that mom- ent a policeman's hand grabbed him by the arm and a grutf voice said, I've got you, you little rascal. Don't think you

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M. F. I-I. S. PILOT 29 Her mother and father both perished in a fire. How terrible! She doesn't want to go. You better ask the usher about the glove, john. The poor child, her aunt is just too mean for anything. She's so unhappy, john, isn't it a shame? 1 hope she does run away. You'll have to call at the oiiice, jolm, for my glove. Yes, sir, I knew it. That boy is going to help her get away. Oh! john they have found her out. Her uncle is forc- ing her into that car. VVhat, the old vil- lian is taking her away? Isn't that a shame? See, she doesn't want to go. Csniff, sniifj. Well, of all things, why doesn't someone rescue her? The horrid old thing. There, john, what did I tell you, yes sir, that boy is in the rear of the car. Isn't that wonderful? Some- thing is going to happen. There they go over the bank. Oh! ta loud groanj is she hurt? john, john, look she is smiling at the boy. lsn't that just too sweet. The old uncle is injured. See, how tenderly she treats him. The sweet thing. After he has been too mean for words. just what 1 thought, the boy is asking her to marry him. 'After my uncle gets well, I must help Aunt jane take care of him.' Isn't that goodness itself. A wonderful picture. john, please hurry to the office. It's a tan glove with heavy brown stitches. Don't forget I'll wait outside. Now, hurry. MATTIE VVALDRON, '35 JOCKEY SENSE He is recovering fast, explained the doctor to the white-faced Mrs. Gordon, and although he had quite a fall he is only slightly bruised and has nearly re- gained consciousness. Go in and see him if you like, but don't worry about him, I have left my nurse in charge. Good- bye, Mrs. Gordon, 1 will stop in tomor- row to see how he is. Mrs. Gordon said a low, tense Good- bye, and turned to her son's room. Lorry was her only child and she loved him dearly. Because Mr. Gordon had great hopes for his son as a horse fancier, he had started early to teach him the funda- mentals of riding. Lorry was then only eight, and it was on this afternoon that the horse he was riding had thrown him, rendering him unconscious. Since that fatal day, Lorry, who was now twenty-two, had never ridden horse- back, nor taken any interest whatever in horses. His father scolded and threatened him, but it was of no useg he won over, partly through stubbornness, but mostly through his mother's help, for she too, since his fall, had lost what interest she had had in horses. For four years, Lorry had been away at school in Mason, being home for short vacations only, during which he tried to please his father by interesting himself in the work of the stables and paddockg he tried it and failed, for engineering was his calling and he and his father knew it. Now that Lorry had finished college and was home for a summer's vacation, before entering the engineering school, he found himself spending a great deal of time in the stables, talking with and watching his father's jockey, Slim Owen. During his vacations at home, Lorry had become acquainted with this young man, who was very likeable and A queer sort of friendship had smart. grown up between these two men because of their different interests, but no matter