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

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M. F. H. S. But when Lorry heard Slim's plan for him to ride on horseback home, he re- fused to go. Now Slim had red hair and a fiery temper that went with it, and when he saw that Lorry was going to balk he lost that temper of his and prac- tically dragged him from that mill and standing him beside one of the horses he drew a rope through the rope that still held Lorry's hands, being an extra strong man for his size, he managed to hoist Lorry upon the horse and bind him securely there. Knowing that the animal could find its way home, he sent it off, with its protesting burden, feeling sure that some servant would attend to their wants when they arrived. Then with a gun in each hand, Slim mounted guard to wait for the return of the kidnappers. The news of the kidnapping and the capture of the men was being spread rapidly and brought the Gordons home immediatelyg where they heard a story of both heroism and humor. Two changes took place at Gordon Stables following the kidnapping, for Lorry, to his father's delight and joy, lost his childish fear of horses and began to ride daily. The other change was in Slim's name for, when Lorry heard about his carrying two guns on the day of the rescue, he immediately dubbed him Two-gun Slim. IVIILDRED E. PERRY, '35 THE STORY OF POPULAR SONGS The Old Spinning Wheel had been upstairs in the attic for a long time. Ramona , a small girl of Sweet Six- teen decided to go up stairs. As she was climbing the stairs, she said, I wonder what I can find 'Among My Souvenirs'? After finding The Talk PILOT 31 of the Town , a song she had always known, she went down again. Then she went down the Long, Long Trail a- VVinding from her home, and crossed the Old Covered Bridge . She was walking down the lane when she heard VVagon Wheels . Around the Corner came the wagon. There was her chum, Charlie , Getting into the wagon, Charlie and Ramona started for Red River Valley , a valley which had been noted for its beauty In the Hills of Old Kentucky . Ramona said, just Tell Me that You Saw Me , Underneath the Arches , last night. There's a Light In Your Eyes, Sweet- heart Darling , I'll Always be in Love With You . Everyday is 'Paradise' with you he said. After going through the Valley of the Moon , a long sweet, trailing sound of music came through the valley. It's just An Echo in the Valley , said Charlie . just then the Moon Came Over the Mountain , and Ramona burst forth singing a Rocky Mountain Lullaby . It was a song often sung by l.izy , her old colored mammy. Soon the Wagon Wheels were turned toward The Shanty in Old Shanty Town , but only to bring them Home . G. RIDLEY, '37 - NATURE - 'Tis wonderful to run and play, Through the beautiful fields and woods To hear the boughs as they gently sway As if striving to do some good. 'Tis good to see the tossing waves, Breaking upon the rocky shoreg

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30 M. F. H. how much horses and engines were 1nixed up, their companionship Hourished. Mr. Gordon, had, because of his inter- est in horses, moved with his family to the small town of Belgrove, West Vir- ginia, and bought his southern estate, called Gordon Stables. During his live- year stay there he had made a lot of money dealing in horses and was now worth about a million dollars. He was a good man and well liked among his neigh- bors g he spent his money wisely, invested a goodly sum, and gave to charities. It was on a Wednesday evening that a tragedy came to disturb the peace of the Gordon household. Lorry had just returned home, in his car, from a neigh- boring town, where one of his school friends lived, and was driving into the garage near the stables, when two rough looking men jumped on the running board and ordered him to shut off the motor and get out, threatening his life if he dare shout for help. While binding him hand and foot one man said, in a loud whisper, We've got you at lastg it's about time. Oh, you'll be back here tomorrow and we will have a nice wad of greenbacks instead, in other words, my dear Mr. Lorry, we are kidnapping you, eh, Buddy? and the masked figure nudged his companion who had just tin- ished tying the gag in Lorry's mouth, then he continued, and if you try to get away, well, we will just toss you into the mill-pond, see ? When he Hnished speaking, the car, with Lorry and the two men, lurched forward and disappeared down the road. It is an established custom among horse fanciers to train their jockeys three years in the stables before allowing them on the track, and according to this custom Slim Owen had been trained, this being his third and last year. S. PILOT The words green-back, kidnap- ping, and mill-pond swept through Slim's mind as he stood in the darkness at the rear of the stables. He had awak- ened when he heard Lorry drive in and had started out to the garage when the sound of strange voices made him stop. Suddenly he realized what was happen- ing, someone was kidnapping Lorry! But his sense of helplessness made him hesitate to go to the rescue and before he could fully make up his mind what to do the men in the car had gone. After standing in deep thought for several min- utes, Slim took the ransom note he had found on the garage door and walked slowly back to the stables in order to make preparations for the next day's ad- ventures. As both Mr. and Mrs. Gordon were attending the horseshow they heard noth- ing of their son's abduction and the ser- vants went about their work as usual, thinking that Master Lorry had spent the night with his friend. Because Slim had laid all this plans around the few words he had overheard, it was not until afternoon that he made any move to rescue Lorry, feeling sure, as the men had mentioned mill-pond that they were making the old mill, at the fartherest end of the wood, their headquarters. His first move was to put an empty box under the rock, the place specified by the abductors for the ransom money. Then on horseback, with another horse in lead, Slim started out for the mill, using a route only he knew about. Slim stayed in his hiding place in the woods, until he saw the men leave, then riding up quietly, he dismounted and tied the horses to a nearby tree. It did not take him long to overcome the guard stationed there, or to untie Lorry's feet and remove the gag from his mouth.

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32 M. F. H. S. PILOT To watch the foam and dashing spray, Fall with a mighty roar. 'Tis wonderful to roam once more, Through the beautiful parks of spruceg To watch the mighty eagle soar, Striving to beat the moose. 'Tis wonderful to sit and dream, Of the golden days gone by, And watch the swiftly flowing stream, Meet the incoming tide. Oh, you can have your cities, And you can have your townsg But give me the wide-open spaces, Where there's freedom to be found. S. BANKS, ,36 - VACATION - Vacation days are almost here And we think that is fine Nothing to do all summer But have a grand old time. liut when September comes along And school begins once more l'll bet some people will wish they were back ln the Senior Class as before. R. JOHNSON, '34 THE PATHWAY There's a pathway a-leading upwards And be life ever so long I'll surely follow that pathway Gladly, with a song. Yes, gladly I'll follow that pathway Nor will I stop to rest, And when I reach the summit Fall on my Saviour's breast. ' MY 600 WORD THEME 'Tis Friday and my teacher says A theme you all must write. lt must contain 600 words And be in by Friday night. She says it just as easily As though it were a joy, She doesn't know the work it means For every girl and boy. Why waste my time in grieving I know it must be done. My mother tries to cheer me And says, it's only fun. My pen is in my hand As I sit and think and think, All I can accomplish is- My fingers smooched with ink. Ild like to copy a theme I had Last year at Deering High, But mother thinks that wouldn't be For that matter, so do I. The whole darn family try to help And think their ideas fine, lflut I don't think any of theirs Are half as good as mine. And when nature is a-calling For a good, old springtime play, It's hard to sit before my desk And write on themes all day. I think I'll stop this foolishness Before I start to scream, And Miss Woodsum gives me zero For not handing in my theme. This 'story hasn't any moral This story isn't any dream, This story is just to show you How it feels to write a theme. fair E. Goss, '34 Donornv IRVING, '36