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

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M. F. H. S. PILOT 29 POETRY DE THE MASQUERADE Everyone has been to a masquerade Where many queer characters are on parade. Streamers and lanterns deck the hall, It's really a gay and jovial ball. 'Dhe guests are disguised with small black masks, To guess their identity is quite a ta.sk. They change their voices, manners and ways. The costumes date back to by-gone days. First there's a Robin Hood with Little John, Next there's Lady Guinevere with a wig on. Old tramps and pirates dance around, They fill the room with a variety of sound. A prize is given to Rip Van Winkle, The bell for refreshments begins to tinkle. The guests assemble and partake of the lunch, They all start homeward, -an odd looking bunch. G. S. '43. There once was a young girl named Jean, Whom everyone thought was a dream. Until one fine day, She happened to stray, And since then she hasn't been seen. Dorothy McMoran '43. A dear little girl With a golden curl Was bidding her daddy good-bye, He was going away, For a year today, And a tear showed in 'her eye. The time would seem long To her, while he was gone He had been her very best pal. She breathed a short prayer As they parted tlhere, That God would keep him well. In his khaki so neat, He marched down the street To the music of the band g But her heart was sad, As she watched her dear dad, Who was going to defend our free land. Leola Paine '42. There was a young fellow named Jack, One day his brain he did wrack. He wrote an essay, But it didn't pay, And his paper was all he got back. Glenna Whittemore '43. PARTMENT To kill,-or not to kill,-that is the question, Whether 'tis fairer to let him live, through The joys and sorrows of another year, Or to take up arms against this noble soul, And by murder, dispose of him. To live,-to die,- If, to die,-no more will bother him The heart-aches and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. But death to him is Far from the present. To live,-to die,- If, to live,- perchance for years, that is mercy, But, if, through life, he be not happyg then kill, As is usual on each Christmas day, the Poor and noble turkey. Carleton Quinn '42, To bum, or not to bum,-that is the question, Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The thoughts and trials of staying home, Or to take up arms against a sea of gossips, And by opposing ignore them. To go, - to stay,- To go, and by going to hear when back The wagging tongues and a thousand disliked stories That tongue is heir to,-'tis an ending Not to be wish'd. To go,-to stay,- To go l there's our conscience! ay there's the rub, For when we're there-there come thoughts which we dislike And we may wish ourselves at home, Our conscience bothers us. Elizabeth Tees '43. To marry or not to marry, -that is the question 3 Whether 'tis better in the end to accept The freedom of a ba.chelor's lonely life, or- To enter in the .bonds of matrimony, Thus ending loneliness. To wed-to unite,- And by a union to say we join our lives Together- to end the struggles and natural problems That bachelors are heir to,- 'tis a consum- mation Devoutly to be wish'd. To marry, -to unite, - To unite! to yoke together! ay, there's the rubg For what may come when a man is yoked to a wife Who has a lashing tongue and high ambitions, Must give us pause. Wallace Andrews '42, Once there was a young lad from Nebraska, Who met a young lass from Alaska. She 'helped him shuck corn, While he blew his thorn, But the question he never did ask 'er. John Trinward '43. There was a young teacher named Ioan And her ink, she always did loan. 'Til it went to her head, And one day she said, Why don't they buy some of their own?

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28 ' M. F. H. HAPPY DAY 'L Good morning, Pete, Miss Anderson, the English teacher, greets me. Sl'1e's beam- ing all over, like I'm her brother or somethin'. I answers without thinking, Yeah, ain't itf, and walks on. I've gone about two steps before I realize that somethin' is wrong. The whole set-up is screwy. I looks at my watch. Eight o'clock. Ilm twenty minutes early. I glances down at my clothes. Shoes are shined, pants pressed, flashy shirt and tie--hair combed. I ain't taken much notice of who spoke to me. Let me tell you, I turns around pretty quick. She's still there, smilin' at me. Oh--oh yes, I stammers. It cer- tainly is a fine morning. QYou hafta use the Kingis English when you're talkin' with the fakulty, just to let ,em know you ain't so dumb yourself.j, I beats it, scared she'll change her mind. I takes the corner too sharp. Then I looks down at the floor to see just who the guy is who bumped inta me. I am plenty sore. But I changes my mind awful sudden. The principul is a pretty big feller. Gosh! Am I scared! I almost pass out. Then he starts talking. Say, Pete, fwell for P P P -always before it's been Mr. Harrisonj will you please come to the office this morning in an hour? It ain't the cold March wind that makes me shiver. Wh - what for, I blurts out. Why don't he bawl me out now? Well, you've been doing so well in your subjects lately that I've decided to let you do a little office work now. Perhaps you may correct papersf' He ain't laughing at me, neither. I stumbles on in a daze. S. PILOT The science prof stops me on the stairs. He's got a butt in his mouth, dangling down like it belongs there. Have a weed, Pete,', he says. And passes me the pack. And lights a match. I don't say nothin'. I'm in the mist. I look around for the little guys in white uni- forms to come to get me. I whispers to him, It ain't allowed. 6' Ain't it? U He acts surprised. First I ever heard about it. He looks as though he means it. I canit catch on. What's your racket? i' I asks him point- blank, determined to Hnd out what's the answer. Why, er, - - U I guess he don't know what I'm raving about. I-Ie backs from me like I got the itch. What a funny light you've got in your eyef' he squeaks. And turns and runs. Gosh! Pretty soon Iill be getting scared of me, too. I pass the bulletin board. There's my name in big letters. Peter Harrison elected model boy. There,s some more, too, but I'm a too modest guy to go spoutin' about me. It does look pretty swell, though. I'm feel- in, good. I starts to whistle. It may be An Apple for the Teacher which I'm tweetin'. I dunno. I ain't much on this bird stuH. Comes a light cuff on the ear. I stops tweetin'. Somebody shakes me. I looks up. The principul don't look like he's very happy right now. I looks around. They're all laughin' at me. I looks down at me. Well, I'l be - - ! Say, how d'y suppose I ever got here at my desk? Sparky Score '42.

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30 M. F. H. S. PILOT I 2 1 L 4 spy-,,.,xgxx -QAM ff f' i 'XX fi' T ' . Q fl .Ci 0 dl Z' ft, T We 'Y W6 rms? A 3 ' w QQ 1' Q ' S XJ 50, my r '7'D rf'f' re' 0 Q s . sf' Q I5 E g'-4' 'K 9 A Q i y I 1 og g m, , sg7:f4e.x i?'r- iw Q Q .1 -. Q Q 7353, x : ' lain N E Q A . 2-Qfaf 9 4 Q 9 QQ f - 'hifi x' rflqfa lf, '5 I 6 fm' 15,2 V lg. Q GD S e -f ee. - f fi' Pm f-'R-f QP ,L . -J 'Qtr' K CLASS OF 1938 MARRIAGES ATTENDING SCHOOL Robert Haskell-Tri-State College, An- gola, Indiana. May Strout-Sargent College, Boston, Massachusetts. WORKING Barbara Allard-Mechanic Falls High School. Maynard Brackett- Poland, Maine. Phyllis Brackett-Avon, Connecticut. Charles Bridgham- Bates Mill, Lewiston, Maine. Richard Bryant-Waterfalls Paper Com- pany, Mechanic Falls, Maine. Elmer Chipman-First National Store, Mechanic Falls, Maine. Ralph Libby - Portland, Maine. Donald Mills - Poland, Maine. Dana Raymond - U. S. Army Air Corp. Clifford Strout -Office of Carman- Thompson, Lewiston, Maine. Donald Stuart - Blanding, Florida. Doris Watkins-Manager of Beauty Salon, Mechanic Falls, Maine. Richard Wells-Lewiston, Maine. Bertram Woodcock- U. S. Army Air Corp. Leonard Crooker Ql938j to Esther Millett. Flora Ridley f1938j to Maurice Brown. Eleanor Hobbs H9385 to Donald Pettin- gill. Adeline Klain fl938j to Richard Keene 09375. CLASS OF 1939 ATTENDING ScHooL Arnold Leavitt- Bates College, Lewiston, Maine. Gerald Rowe-New England School of Theology, Boston, Mass. Emmons Taylor-Colby College, Water- ville, Maine. WORKING Ralph Allen-Mechanic Falls, Maine. Marion Danforth-Warren's Nut Shop, Lewiston, Maine. Arthur Davis - Marines Orville Farr - Marines. Charles Merrill -Avon Theatre, Hart- land, Maine. Helen McMoran - Ofiice of Mr. Harithas, Mechanic Falls, Maine. Foteos Mitchell- Auburn Fruit Store, Auburn, Maine.