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

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M. F. I-l. S. PILOT 25 - zll-'PIT-1' , g T4 , fa. El '.' ' -tain. X A I, ' ' M' l ' . ll ll lil RICHARD HOLLAND FORGETS Absentmindedly, he lay staring at the ceiling. Yes, he must leave the pro- tecting bed. He must rise and be ready for the new day. New day? It was not a new day for Richard Holland. It was a continuation of the day before. And the days and days before that. Yet it was hard. Hard to leave the comfort- able bed. Today he would see Gainsmith. They would talk. Gainsmith, his office boss. Last night Lucille had told him. She was leaving for the Catskills with George. Lucille was always daring. To dare to tell him that, when he had planned the same trip with her. It was going to cost them a little over a hun- dred dollars. They had had it all fig- ured out. It was the last break. He should have seen it coming. She had let him go so slowly that he had never noticed it. He was getting up. He was dressing. What had he done the night before? The clouds must clear away soon. He was putting on his shoes. No. He was still in bed. Oh Lucille, why could you not have been kinder? Richard Holland pushed himself out of bed. Lucille--Gainsmith. Hello, Mrs. Langdon? The Gib- bons? All right. I'll see you then. Mrs. Langdon. Why hadn't he told her he was busy? He did not want to join the Gibbons for lunch. Why, in this modern era, did people have to ever do things they didn't want to do? The Gibbons. They would talk no end. Gainsmith, Lucille, Mrs. Langdon, the Gibbons, breakfast. Breakfast alone. Toast and coffee. Save the toast! Oh! Toast, burned to a crisp. Why did this have to happen? What was that? His eyes were wet. Silly. Crying over burned toast. He burst out laughing. It was a weeping laugh. He was laughing at himself. It just proved how worked up he was. Oh, if he could get away from it alll The razor. Don't be foolish! Gain- smith, Lucille, Mrs. Langdon, the Gib- bons. They would talk to him. He was in the street. He had it. A ride through the park. See the city, Yes, that was it. Riding through the shaded streets consoled him. But he was always thinking. Lucille. I must get away from it all. I will travel across the country. I will be a hobo. Live in jungle camps, and ride freight cars. No. I will join a lumber

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24 M. F. H. SUMMARY M. F. H. S. 29 Livermore Falls 38 M, F. H. S. 32 Alumni 19 M. F. H. S. 52 Winthrop 13 M. F. H. S. 36 Jay 53 M. F. H. S. 60 Leavitt 13 M. F. H. S. 48 Mystics 33 M. F. H. S. 29 Norway 21 M. F. H. S. 45 Jay 33 M. F. H. S. 41 Winthrop 20 M. F. H. S. 16 Oxford 27 M. F. H. S. 26 Oxford 36 M. F. H. S. 32 Leavitt 26 M. F. H. S. 31 Livermore Falls 23 TOURNAMENT SCORES M. F. H. S. 36 Norway 20 M. F. H. S. 22 Oxford 40 M. F. H. S. 38 Hallowell 25 CLAYTON STROUT, '36. GIRLS' ATHLETICS The girls' basketball team had a more successful season this year, winning six games in all. We had the misfortune of having one of our forwards injured in a game which resulted in her not being able to play until the last of the season. Those who went out for basketball were: June Grant, Esther Pike, Char- lotte Clark, Welthere Clark, Hilda Har- wood, Margaret Weston, Dorothea Bridgham, Adeline Klain, Althea Davis, Ruth Morton, Josephine Doucette, Elsie Knight, Evalyn Knight, May Strout, Eleanor Hobbs, Evelyn Hobbs, Phyllis Brackett, Lilla Whittier, Roberta Grant, Helen McMorran, Phyllis Grant, and Margaret Chase, Manager. Those who made their letters are: Margaret Weston, Captain: Evalyn Knight, Welthere Clark, Hilda Har- wood, Elsie Knight, Dorothea Bridg- ham, Althea Davis, May Strout, Charlotte Clark, Ruth Morton, and Margaret Chase, Manager. Much credit is due Miss Hyatt and Mr. Pottle for their splendid coaching. The team will lose only three members by graduation this year. We would S. PILOT also like to extend our appreciation to our Manager, Margaret Chase. Our schedule for the season was as follows: Casco, 21: Mechanic Falls, 18-At Mechanic Falls. Livermore Falls, 33: Mechanic Falls, 15-At Livermore Falls. Alumnae, 23: Mechanic Falls, 26--At Mechanic Falls. Winthrop, 38: Mechanic Falls, 22-At Me- chanic Falls. Jay, 23: Mechanic Falls. 19-Ar Jay. Leavitt, 6: Mechanic Falls, 35-At Mechanic Falls. Alumnae, 16: Mechanic Falls, 37-At Mechan- ic Falls. Jay, 23: Mechanic Falls, 14-At Mechanic Falls. Winthrop, l6: Mechanic Falls, ll-At Win- throp. Oxford, 26: Mechanic Falls, 29-At Mechanic Falls. Oxford, 32: Mechanic Falls, 21-At Oxford. Leavitt, 24: Mechanic Falls, 52-At Leavitt. Livermore Falls, 19: Mechanic Falls, 44-At Mechanic Falls. The volley ball very successful season, winning the two games with West Paris and the game with Oxford. Those going out for volley ball last fall were: Dorothea Bridgham, Har- riet Jewett, Ruby Tripp, Marie Prince, Phyllis Mixer, Althea Davis, Iola Dav- idson, Welthere Clark, Elsie Knight, Evalyn Knight, Eleanor Hobbs, Phyllis Brackett, Evelyn Hobbs, Adeline Klain, Phyllis Grant, Alma Mason, Helen McMorran, Pauline Danforth, and Roberta Grant. Those who made the first team were: Elsie Knight, Iola Davidson, Evalyn Knight, Dorothea Bridgham, Harriet Jewett, Ruby Tripp, Althea Davis, Eleanor Hobbs, and Welthere Clark. Their success is due to the coaching of Miss Hyatt and their Manager, Mar- ion Jewett. They are looking forward to a successful spring season. HILDA HARWOOD, Girls' Athletic Editor. team last fall had a

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Z6 M. F. H. camp. Live in the open, feel the smell of the fresh young lumber. Or go into the west. To seek my fortune, like my forefathers. The bus was approaching Garrison Bridge. At the piers below Richard Holland saw a ship. His ship. He would sail aboard that boat as an able seaman. He would go to Calcutta, Singapore, Australia, South America. He would forget his sorrows in the ad- venture of the seas. Richard Holland came to his feet atop the sight-seeing bus. He was talk- ing aloud now. My ship. I will go to her. Calcutta-Bombay-. He rang the passenger bell and sprang down the steps. The conductor told him that the bus never stopped on a bridge. He rang the bell again. No use. With an effort Richard Holland plunged from the side of the bus, escap- ing the hand that clawed at him, struck the paved roadway, was hurled, by striking, towards the rail. His ankle turned, he heaved into the railing, went over the top-grabbed it with his hands and hung on. And then-Richard Holland decided. No. His hands, hold- ing the rail, relaxed, let go. He hurtled downward below--to the piers-to his ship. EMMONS TAYLOR, '39, SPARE MOMENTS A lean, awkward boy came to the door of the principal of a celebrated school one morning, and asked to see him. The servant looked at his ragged clothes, and, thinking he looked more like a beggar than anything else, told him to go around to the kitchen. The boy did as he was told, and soon ap- peared at the back door. S. PILOT I should like to see Mr. Slade, he said. You want a breakfast, more likely, said the servant girl, and I can give you that without troubling him. 'AThank you, said the boy, but I should like to see Mr. Slade if he can see me. 'AMaybe you would like some old clothes, said the servant again, looking at the boy's patched clothes. I guess he has none to spare. And, without minding the boy's answer, she went about her work. May I see Mr. Slade? the boy asked again, after Hnishing his bread and butter. Well, he is in the library, if you must see him, but he doesn't like to be disturbed, said the girl in a peevish tone. She seemed to think it foolish to ad- mit such a fellow into her master's presence. However, she wiped her hands, and told him to follow her. Upon opening the library door, she said:- Here's a boy, sir, who is very anx- ious to see you, and so I let him in. I don't know how the boy intro- duced himself, or how he opened the business, but I know that, after talking awhile, the principal put aside the book which he was reading, and took up some Greek books, and began to ques- tion the boy. This examination lasted for some time, but every question the principal asked was answered im- mediately. Upon my word, said the princi- pal, 'lyou do well! looking at the boy from head to foot over his glasses. Why, my boy, where did you learn so much? In my spare moments, answered