Mexico High School - Pep Yearbook (Mexico, ME)

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20 THE PEP Bill took him down and started grinning at tt jack. I believe I've made a mistake. I don't like Patsy as I thought I did, you can have her, said Bill. Aw, I don't want her, if you don't, said jack. Let's forget it. And they did. I OUR JIMMY Every morning after eight, Our history teacher again is late Oh here he comes through the open door With a smile on his face looking us o'er. He cuts up paper, we pass it around While he rocks his chair up and down, He asks us a question Qwhat can it be?j Name the most eventful date in history. I can see him now, as I stop to pause, Telling the rules fcalled basketball lawsj, To the boys who are wearing the orange and black, ' To the boys who today are wishing him back. He taught us to play, so hard and so clean For the glory, the honor, the fame of the team. Though the world can replace some men, of course, There'll never be another like our Jimmie Morse. JOHN MacDOUGALL, M. H. S. '34 NELLIE MILISHOUSKY. TO THE CLASS OF '34 LIFE Life is just like a dream- That has while passing through the mind Many pictures, swift and serene, In other symbols people, like you and I. In places the dream is vague, And the outlook on life if gray- In others it is very clear And sudden joy with gladness strays. In a dream are vast horrors, In life are evils unnumbered. At times the world is filled with terror And temptation must always be shunned. A dream is at times raged and troubled, So is life filled with sudden changesg At times we are saddened and gloomed, Again we are tranquil and happy. Such is life- With its evils and vices- With its stumbling blocks and-hardships, Like a dream that in passing left beauty and happiness. ROY, 55. A LEAP YEAR PROPOSAL Sez Mirandy to Hiram, Will ya marry me? Sez Hiram to Mirandy, Now let me see. Ah reckon I'll have To talk to paw, Then, ah reckon, Paw will have too ask maw, As dassen't do it 'Thout paw's consent Since on a weddin' I be deeply bent. The good old shotgun Is kept weel oiled, For paw to use it When he is foiled. When they reach a decision About you an' me, Then tue old village parson We'l1 go to see. Reckon its paw You wanna see Because his shot gun Keeps track 0' me. M. RASYITINIS, 35. TO UN DERGRADUATES Keep on studying, Keep on trying, And your rank cards Will smile with you. But if you are crying And donlt start trying, Your rank cards will Look so blue. So keep on trying, As you go up each stair, And your rank cards Will answer your prayer. Now if you try to help Your R. Cs along, At the end of four years You will sing a happy song, And not be floating in tears. L. RAMSAY.

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, THE PEP 19 The next day another Biology exam was given and the judges were chosen and the whole assembly was called together during the afternoon for the awarding of the scholarship. I am greatly pleased to have the honor to give the scholarship to the girl who certainly deserves it. That person is Miss Betty Browning. Betty stumbled to her feet. She must tell them hgw She had gone to Prof. Atlers office, but her words were drowned out in the cheers of the students. The next day Betty went to Prof. Atler's office and told him the truth. As she finished, the Prof. laughed. Well, Betty, the test papers were found. They had slipped underneath my desk drawer. So I wouldnt worry any more if I were you. Betty laughed and through her tears she whispered, I'll never do such a thing again for I know that 'Honesty is the Best Policy,' forconfessing to you makes me feel so much better and happier. FAY DYER, '34, TWO FRIENDS Bill and jackie were both interested in the same' girl. People said it was a wonder how they could stay together, yet, they were chums. They had gone to school together, and now have hired an apartment where they live. Blil was rather plump, liked to eat ftoo wellj and didn't like to exercise. jackie was tall, and he liked sports, especially hiking and dancing. It happened that at about the same time both boys had met Patsy Walters, a happy-go-lucky girl, who didn't believe in crossing bridges until she had to. Patsy hadnt tried to find out which one she liked best. Many times people told her that she couldn't keep her cake ana eat it too, and why break up two good friends, for you know how they feel ? 3 So one night at the dance, Bill and jack planned to propose. Jack was going to ask her while dancing, while Bill planned to take her out in the moonlight. Ar,ah-it's hot tonight, isn't it? Oh Patsy, I lo-like to dance with you, what I mean, will you -ah it's hot, groaned jack, not knowing how to ask the question. jack, what is the matter with you this evening? You don't seem to be yourself, said Patsy. I I mean, Patsy, will you mai, replied jack. Hey, Patsy, you said you'd sit out this dance with mej' shouted Bill, O. K.,,' smiled Patsy, as Bill led her to his car. Say, isn't it cold out here? Let us put thhis coat on you. Patsy, will you-I mean I'd like to-. Another poor fish, thought Patsy. I Opening the car door Jack asked Patsy if that wasn't their dance. So the evening had been spoiled for both of the boys. They took her to her apartment and drove silently home. . Say, what's the big idea? Two is Company and three is a crowd sometimes, growled Bill. How about you leaving my girl alone, suggested Jeck. They thought for a while, and then Jack Said: Let's hike to Horn Mountain and leave an empty bottle at rhe top. The fellow that gets back to Patsyis house first can have her. Jack, being a better hiker than Bill, gained much on him. Bill took his time. He heard someone calling him and as he turned he saw Jatkie hanging on the lirnb of a tree. jackie so-.41 explained how he had got there. Bill decided to get the bottle and leave jack just where he was. Before he left he said I'll be back this afternoon. . Oh, say, shouted jack. ' what kind of a pal are you, anyhow? After thinking a few minutes, Bill deciced to help. If you'll call the race off, I'll take you down. jack replied: I'll even kick you down the mountain, just help me.

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THE PEP 21 TO MOTHER The years have gone, but in my heart Is a love that will never die For the woman who struggled to give me a start Toward the goal she treasured so high. Nobody knows the sorrows and woe, That come when I think of her, , It seems that the best of people go And she was one, my mother. Oh mother I'll try to do my best, For I know you're watching from heaven, And I'll try to meet and pass every test And make good on this earth before leaving. It is hard to part with friends so true And it's harder to lose a sister or brother, But the worst that can happen to me or to you Is to lose such a friend as Mother. JOHN MacDOUGALL, '35. TO M. H. Sf' The school we all- adore- - The school of high ideals. Here in the state of Maine, Here in the town of Mexico Where we for manhood train. When we graduate forth, half.sad, half proud- With fond memories lingering bright, ' We shall meet the harsh, imperial crowd, We shall struggle in the fight. ' ' The weaker shall wear the shroud. When tempted-let us recall the honor of the sages, Let us recall the teachings of MHS And justice will reign throughout the ages. Let us recall the high ideals of childhood That we may always cast honor on the school of our youth. DAN CUPID AT M. H. S. J Fond teacher, tax me not too hard today- For I met such a lovely Miss That she stole my heart and thoughts for a day I just can't wait to receive that kiss. If, dear teacher, we had double seats, Why we could hold hands and say- With our hearts skipping beats Little words about the day. If, teacher dear, arm in arm to classes we could walk You cannot realize how sweet life would be. School would be a shady nook by a murmur- ing brook Life, just as in fairy tales would be. The teachers make us wait till school is done, But they just cannot understand, Soon they will know her love I have won, School day Sweethearts are never understood. fWith due respect to B. C.-B. D., D. V.- A. F., M. R.-W. G., M. S.-A. F., F. B.-J. M., R. P.-E. C., M. F.-W. F., V. T.- E. D.: J. D..L. sp ' ROY, 'ss . ROY, '35, ' IN JIMMIE'S NAME Qby tune of The Old Spinning Wheel chorusj borne on gang, let us hgnt for dear old Jimmie, For the glory, for the honor, for the fame, U, how I wish that the Lord would just give me Jimmie's glad ways of playing the game. Kun up scores, win all games in the future, For that is just what he wouiu want us to do, Though he isn't here to watch us we are sure Yet his spirit will sure wbe watchinng you. When on field or on court you are playing And the game is going very last and hard Just stop and think of what Jimmie is saying Come on 'boys' and win this game for your old pardf' Though your hearts may all be broken by his going Yet go out there and bring in all the fame, And when the final whistle of the game is blowing -You can say we've won again in Jimmie's name. JOHN MMDOUGALL, 34.