Mexico High School - Pep Yearbook (Mexico, ME)

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16 THE PEP The Committee for the Junior Prom is: Sponsor .......................... Mrs Dyment Bertha Clement Matthew Myles Josie Taraskus Andrew Bernard Walter Stisulis Pauline Knauer The Committee for the Senior Hop: Dorothy Vaughn Albert Fitzmorris Gladys Spydell William Dorrigan - Francis Gaudette The Honor Parts for Commencement: Order of Exercises is: 1. Valedictorian ........ ......... M ary Karpen 2. Salutatory ........................ Lillian Brooks 3. 1st Honor Essay ................ Mabel Davis 4. 2nd Honor Essay ...... Marion Stafford 5. Prophecy for Boys .......... Irene Lengwin 6. Class Will .......................... Grayce Moody 7. Gifts to Boys ...................... Mary Aleck 8. Gifts to Girls ......... Nellie Milishowsky 9. Class Oration ............ Albert Fitzmorris 10. Address to Undergraduates..Avis Lynn 11. Class History .................... John Kidder 12. Prophecy for Girls ............ June Simon 13. Class Ode .................. Dorothy Vaughn NATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY The highest honor a student of Mexico High School can attain has been awarded to the following six Seniors and Juniors: Marion Stafford, Albert Fitzmorris, Ellen Dickson, Gladys Spydell, Mabel Davis, William Fisher. Junior members: Josie Taraskus, John Kidder. Junior member chosen last year, awarded the honor emblems. The initiation is to be performed at the Alumni Banquet in June. GRAYCE MOODY, 34. LITERARY SUNSET It had been a dreary day. It was the kind of day that made one think: Well, whats the use of trying to do right, why not end it all? 1 Now, at the end of day, the clouds had vanished, the sun was setting. What a gorgeous sight! The western sky was much more beautiful than any rainbow could ever be. When the sunlight had almost vanished it outlined the mountain peaks like a zigzag piece of lightning. This sunset brought hope, courage, renewed faith in life and the promise of a better day coming. LILLIAN BBROOKS. THE WATER BOY At the football games I like to distinguish myself from the common rooters by working on the side lines. Since my stature is not that of a gridiron hero, I gain the coveted distincton by serving as bearer of the water pail. I have found the position of water boy a very desirable one, for I not only see the game at close range, but see it as the coach sees it. It see the mistakes as well as the good plays and get the benefit of all the coaches' comments. My greatest thrill comes when some one is knocked out and one of the players yells: Water! I grab the pail and run across the field, with the water splashing on my legs. I arrive, they all have Water and the player revives. Then I walk back, as if I were one of the players coming out of the game, and set the pail down. I go over to the bench and take my seat as if I had completed 9, difficult task,

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THE PEP 15 MEXICO HIGH SCHOOL PLAYS Action, a comedy in three acts, was held both nights of the annual Pintexico Fair at Mexico Grange Hall. It was very well received and each player took his part exceptionally well. Carl Zeke ........................................... William Dorrigan Zeb ...................... ............. Cl yde Brown . Miss Duval .................................. Marion Stafford lMrs. Huston .......................................... Alice Carey Gilbert Huston.Francis Gaudette, Charles Mortus Nate Stumn ........................................... Tom Muir Carrie Stump, his wife ........................ Junie Simon Eva Stump ........................ ........ B ertha Clement Sam Ames i.................., ....... F rederick Hayden Gladys Criswell ............................... Ellen Dickson Dr Innstruck ........................................ Harold True Swecialties-Tap Dance .... Elizabeth Whitney' Song ........................................ William Fisher Trio..Eleanor Whitney, Alice Richardson, Shirley Richards Cowboy Songs .............................. Clara Gallant Stage Managers .... Walter Stisulis, Ralph Desroche, Ben Venskus Coach, Miss Neta Harmon A Chance With Zeiglield, by Eva M. Bacon, was presented two nights at Mexico Grange Hall, April 19 and 20th. The second night a dance followed the drama, with music furnished by Albert Druin's orchestra. The parts were exceptionally well performed and both nights a large audience attended. - Cart Abie Levinsky, Proprietor of a vaudevilll theater ..,,,,,,, ..,,.,..... W . Dorrigan Tillie Tish, His Secretary .........,.........................., ......... M arion Stafford Princess Olga Don Shayski, an actress ......... ....... W innifred Caron Tony Garibaldu .........4........................,....... .......,........ L eon Strout jimmy O'Brien, a policeman ....................... ........ J ohn McDougall Kitty Kelly, His Lost Sweetheart ..........,.....i. ................... A vis Lynn Zacharick Jones, from Skunkville Holler ......... ........... C lyde Brown Peggie Jane, his best girl ................................ .......... I anet Dawson Pedro, :her lover ........................................... ........ C arroll Casey Annabelle Lee, from the Club Alabam ........ .......... S tella Burgess Caarbona ........................................................ ................ L eroy Spydell Exzema iltch ................................................ ......... E merson Fournier Salami Bologna ..,...... ................. ....... . . . ....... ....................... .......... T h omas Powell Listernia Halitosis ............................................................................................................ Frank Ducette College Boys ...................... john Masalsky, Cecil Burns, Lawrence Roy, Herman Buckingham College Girls.,Ida Gloden, Claudia Spydell, Shirley Richards, Eleanor White, Clarabelle Veneau Chorrines: Mildred Rogers, Vitolia Walent, Grayce Moody, Laural McDonald, Alice Carey, Gwendolyn judkins, Lillian Durant, Ethel Milishowsky, Geraldine Knauer, Pauline Knauer. Song Specialties-My Old Man .............................................................................. Earle Lynn Music by High School Band Accompanist-Albert Dmin Director-Miss Neta Harmon Much credit is due Miss Harmon for her wonderful work in coaching these plays. They mean much hard work and she has certainly succeeded in making them interesting and enter- raining. We are grateful to Albert Druin for the splendid work he did with the musical part of the programs. A Y' - i ,

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THE PEP 17 As water boy I enjoy another advantage after the game is over. I follow the players to the locker room and listen to them talk as they are getting dressed. I then hear both sides of the story. I hear the star player tell how he made a long run and why he went through tackle instead of around the end. I hear the coach receiving the congratulations of all his visitors and of the opposing coach. As water boy, I have the best of the rooters, too, when I read of the game in the paper. I can say with pride: I was Water boy at that game. WILLIAM FISHER VIEWS It is funny what views will do to a perS0n. From the windows of the school room I can see the smoke curling lazily out of a mill chimney and a haze all over the surrounding landscape. To look at this picture of peacefulness and quietness makes me feel lazy and at peace with everything. Sometimes from the windows of my home I will take a glance at the brook running down beside my house and when I see how merrily and snappily that brook runs, even though my thoughts might be depressed at the time, it seems to cheer me and put more life into me. Sometimes I will look out and see some bird way up high, drifting around and I will start dreaming. Other times I will look out and see throngs of people hurrying from their homes to their work-and that reminds me of the things I should be doing, and doing without any more loss of time. THOMAS POWELL. JEALOUSY ' Two young girls walked along the shore Of the Fairmount Lake, each carrying an armful of books. The statuesque, creamy skinned, blue eyed brunette on the right was Helen Logan, the acknowledged beauty of the Fairmount High School. Her companion and best chum, Betty Garner, was brown haired, brown eyed and tanned. Both fully seventeen and both Seniors. Helen had been brought up by her grandmother after the death of her parents and had been taught the old sweet, elusive charm of olden days. Betty was an imp and dressed trimly, but with more regard for long wear than style. Helen wore modish clothes of a Parisian cut, and truly looked as if she had just stepped out of a painting with her cameo profile and smooth, glossy hair. More than once had her selfish chum remarked to her mother that she wished she had hair like'Helen's, so she wouldn't have to wear a ribbon to keep it tempered down, as she expressed it. On this particular afternoon, Helen was in One of her rare moods of sulkiness. It was all due to the fact that Betty had won the award for true sportsmanship which she had coveted for a long time. A deep frown marred her usually smooth forehead and her tone of voice was cool and distant. It hurt Betty deeply to think that her being awarded a medal should cause this sudden rift in their lifelong friendship. In vain she tried to bring back the usual smile to Helen's face, it was no use. She sadly told Helen that she was going home by the main road and parted for the first time willingly from her chum. She walked along the path which led to the highway, sorrowfully, passing Mother Nature's works of art without noticing them. Her head was bent and her steps lagged. To think that Helen would let this come between them! After all, why wasn't Helen satisfied with being the im0St beautiful girl in the school? Meanwhile the object of all her thoughts was walking out on the wharf to sit and watch the waves lap against the logs. They had often done this together, and Helen was not even conscious of turning in at the wharf. She dropped her books and sat down. Suddenly she heard footsteps coming along the wharf behind her. A strange sensation went up and down her spine. It was rather strange to see anybody at this unfrequented part of the town. Turning she saw an old gypsy, in tattered, gaudy rags, with earrings in her ears and an evil smile on her lips. Come with me, dearie, she croaked invitingly, and I will tell you your fortune. Perhaps you will be famous some day, eh? She grinned toothlessly and advanced towards the now thor- oughly frightened girl. Not a soul was in sight and Helen thought of Betty with a pang of remorse. Oh, why had she let jealousy turn het against her beloved friend? In a frenzy of the gypsy's approach, she jumped up and called: Betty! Betty! Come and help mel' Like an echo her call resounded through the woods. Betty looked up with a start. She