Mexico High School - Pep Yearbook (Mexico, ME)

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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

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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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18 THE PEP listened to see if her imagination was playing tricks with her. Then the call came again. She flung down her books and sped like an arrow in the direction of the shore. She breathed a prayer of thankfulness for the sensible dress Which did not hinder her any. With a last effort of speed, she ran out into the open of the shore and was amazed to see an old gypsy grasping the wrist of a pale and trembling Helen. With one frightened look, the gypsy fled and Helen sank down in a faint. Her chum revived her with the cool water of the lake and soothed her. Helen asked her forgiveness in broken accents. Betty cried with joy to think that their friendship was not to be broken by such a petty thing as an award. Together they sat side by side on the edge of the wharf with their arms about each other and their heads close, watching the sun sink beyond the horizon and the waves lap against the logs. M. A. POTTS. . RUMFORD FALLS Have you ever stopped to consider what this falls means to Rumford and the surrounding section? It is, indeed, a beautiful creation of Nature's architecture. Most of us do not appreciate it because it is a common sightg sometime just forget that you have ever seen it and let your mind dwell on this picturesque scene. f' just picture the water forever rushing on sensationally, hurling gigantic sprays of water on the wet rocks and the sun, Nature's greatest creation, allowing its rays to fall upon the sprays to form an impressive rainbow. To those more adventurous, picture the Rumford Falls during a storm, like a mighty army going forth into battle in a wild, barbaric fashion. Do you Wonder now why the Indians, in order to keep their lands, made war upon the white man? But how- ever, let us leave the descriptive side of it and consider its commercial purpose. In '85, where the power station is now located, there was a grist mill run by water wheel, which was built for the purpose of grinding grain for the early settlers. Much credit is due to Mr. H. I. Chisholm and Mr. . Pettengill for building a dam here and persuading the Interna- tional Paper Company to build a small axe handle mill. In 1900 the Oxford Paper Company realized this place would prosper, so the Company established the present Oxford Paper Mill, one of the largest in the country. Following this Paper Bag Mill was added to the International Company. In the years 1909 and 1910, a wooden dam and two generators were established, each having five thousand horse power. As time went on, the supply of water was not enough, so, during 1916-1918 a new dam was built. In the same period two more generators were added, this time having ten thousand horse power. Also in 1926 another ten thousand horse power generator was added. Therefore in about twenty years the water power of Rumford has increased and Rumford would not be what it is today if it were not for the Power Co. It is understood that Rumford will not increase its Water power unless Water iS stored in nearby lakes and released when needed. So you see what an important factor the falls is to Rumford and to the vicinity. THE LOST EXAM PAPERS Betty Browning shuddered and hurriedly opened Prof. Atler's desk. Yes, here were the papers and now to get one answer she didn't know in Biology and she would be all set to win the scholarship given by the school to the pupil who had a perfect paper. The paper was swiftly unfolded and Betty hurriedly glanced over the page and to her amazement number 4 could not be found on the page. 1 The next morning the assembly was called to order and Principal Collins, grave and determined looking, eyed the pupils with a strange look. I am very sorry to bring this 'before the assembly, but I find that it is the only thing for me to do under the circumstances. Some one entered Prof. Atler's office last night and took the Biology Test Papers, and that person had better confess, for when we do find out he will be expelled from the exam. 1 Betty Browning caught her breath. She hadrft taken the papers. She had just hunted for that one answer and she hadn't found it, so she had placed the exam papers back in the desk and gone to her room. '