Porter High School - Outlook Yearbook (Kezar Falls, ME)

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TOWN M.-'EE 'HN G Vesta Merrifield '42 Now let me see - is every- one ready to go? I've been up since four o'c1ock, trying to get my day's work done so I could go to Town Meeting. I hope that old Mrs. Dennison is there. I'd like to see what she wears on her only day to town. At last we are in the can I'd much rather go with the horse and buggy. I'm certainly going to vote for a new road commissioner. I never saw such terrible roads in my life! I wonder if Mrs. Jacksonvdll take her ten children? I hope not, because last year she sat be- side me and. that's why I couldn't get up and doubt that vote against the Town Farm. My goodness! hurry up! Look at the cars out in front of the Town Hall. I hope there's one seat left. Look at that old crab,Mr. Smith, out in front, blowing off his mouth. When he gets inside, he sits as meek as a mouse. One seat left and it's right beside Mrs. Dennison. I'll be able to see very'plainly what she's got on. Excuse me. Pardon me. I'm trying to getto that seat by Mrs. Dennison. Helle,Mrs. Dennison, how lovely you look today. CMight as well tell her that, ma be she will be more sociable.Y I guess I get here just in time. Say, who is that nice looking man up on the stage, with the hammer in think she was thirty-six instead of sixty-three. I'd like to wash some of that paint off her face once just to see what she looks like underneath-I second the motion.-What's everyone laughing for? Oh that was some- one shutting the window. Moder- ator banging for someone to soc- ond the motion. Look at those young ones of Mrs. Jackson loll- ing all over that lovely Miss Dean. You'd think their mother would brace them up. My good- ness, 1t's nearly time to ad- journ for lunch. I brought my lunch this time so I'd be sure to have some. Last year the coffee was terrible stuff. I think they forgot to put the coffee in. Have a sour pickle, Mrs. Dennison, I put them up myself. They kept pretty good. I feel like having a nap now. I usually take one after every dinners Hero comes that nice moderator. I think I'll ask him what time it is. What did you say? This afternoon I'll lose five pounds walkingaround putting my votes in, but I wouldn't miss it for ten pounds I'll follow you,Mrs. Dennison. Oh heavens! Ifva broken my garter and now I can't. . My stocking will fall right down. Now I can't vote. what did he say? Mr. True get Road Com- missioner? New isn't that lovely. His wife is one of the members of my club, now maybe she can pay her dues. I'm going to set right here until every- one goes because my stocking is down 'round my ankle. This is the most trying day I've had for a long time. I'm glad Town Meeting,comes only once a year, or I'd be'-ai livingawreck'. ' . his hand? Oh! that's the modor- U1 29 , A' 'Bryn' 17' -7 .' ator. I wish I had worn my hat with the red feather on it. What's that you're sayingJMrs. Dennison? Mrs. Jones coat - oh yes. I think it's terrible how young she dresses. You wwould If S , X , b ! ' ,X g-74.9 u 6 X 5 :-! ' Q X as ,inf-f xylem '.,,g3f-:-:g5., K - V:-.ga ..--- . ew? --

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picturesque. The forests pro- vide shelter for the abundant wild life. This gives the game an even chance against the hun- ters on the trails. The Bangor h Aroostook Rail- road carries the sportsmen to the great woods and other far places. Men who plan a trip find it easy to travel by rail. A business man who finishes his work in the evening can board a train, sleep all night, and in the morning be in the Maine woods. Artists and authorscn'worldf wide fame come to Maine for their summersg many, however, stay in Maine the whole yean During their stay here they are able to paint and write a about the great variety of scenes which Maine has. In summer, spring,vdnter or fall the Maine woods are always filled with traffie,coming from out of state to vacation in Maine. People come the whole year 'round forthe sports which are carried on all year. Winter doesn't stop Maine from having tourists. Its' mountains and slopes furnish excellent skiing, its' lakes furnish good skating and ice fishing. These, along with many other things, make Maine a wonderful vacationland all the year 'round. Ai CECEGDED CEUJUQEE EFCDU? AXCEUED S3UCIDMlAiCEUi Harold Mason '40 On the second Tuesday of last week the Capillary Actions and the Catalytic Enzymes on- gaged in one of the most dili- gently fought basketball games the rabid fans of Kezar Falls have witnessed this year. It was nip and tuck all the way, but the Capillary Actions took over the lead with 1X4 of a second left to play, and managed to hold it throughout the rest of the game. The main factor in the Capillary Actions' offense was the work of Bernard Bicarb- onate, who sizzled down the floor, time after t1me,a d with the help of Leroy Water, sank basket after basket. Carroll Cobalt played godd basketball for the losers. It was rumored that all Bill Bun- sen saw, when Cobalt went by him for a basket in the last quarter, was a blue streak. In the beginning of the fourth quarter, the Capillary Actions were behind, but they slowly began to creep up on the Enzymes until, with less than a minute left to play, the score was tied. It was then, that they wont ahead to win. Mr. Anderson, the coach of the Capillary Actions',mms sick with an acid stomach and did not think that he would be able to attend the game. When he heard over the radio that Ber- nard Bicarbonate was going so well, he got into his car and sped away to the gym. There,- after seeing Bicarbonate perform, he soon lost his acid stomach and enjoyed the game very much. This was they64th game they have won this year, and accord- ing to the looks of things,thcy should go far in the tourna- ments this fall. :gan-.-ze 5352 .1........-.. D, 'Liza

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, x I ,mamma same mea CIBCDCDUDIQBWUE Lucille Hussey '40 , On a small cot with snow white covers lay a little boy. His thin pale face and his blue- white hands, told plainly the story of long sickness. A young girl, whose pale face and heavy eyelids told of long, hours of watching, sat by his bed. There was silence for a long time, then the little boy opened his large blue eyes and said,nGerry where's mamma?H A sad look came over the young girl's face as she an- swered, Uln Heaven, Ned.U UShall I go there, too?U asked the boy. HYes Ned, all good boys go there.H , nSay, Gerry, tell me, what is it like up there, and how shall I get up so high? I canw even walk.n Ned sighed as he thought of the long hours in bed. nGod will take care of youj' the young girl replied. nAnd, oh, Gerry, I shall see-,N but a shadow crossed the little face and a coughing spell checked his words. When the coughing ceased, he was very weak and lay for some- time with his eyes closed. Presently, he opened them, then, putting his arms around Gerald- ines neck, and in a low, feeble voice said, UGood-bye, Gerry, I'm going to see mamma. I won't have any more had spells.n Ned was silent for a min- ute and then clasping his arms more closely about the young girl's neck whispered, HGerry, when you sec papa tell him I'm gone with mamma. Gerry, kiss we ood W L g - His eyes closed and a smile lighted his sad, pinched face. Nod had gone to mamma. Al Rl IIRKUURKBGDUQUDUIQI!-NIRYY SUCDIRSY Harold Mason '40 Before I get my story under- way, I would like to say that this is a true story. Not be- cause I don't think you will be- lieve me, hut because the story may seem a bit fantastic. New to get on with my story, my name is Joe Mason and I live in Slab City Junction, which is located. just outside of Kezar Falls. Usually, I am busy studying at Porter High School but at this time our principal, Mr.Anr derson, came ,down with a had case of measles, and because we couldn't get along without him, school was closed until he would be able to return.- This was a very welcome sickness to me because at that time there was a large army of bears in one of the nearby mountains, and as they had al- ready carried off several per- sons, stolen a couple dozen of pigs, killed two cows and had run off with a pair of oxen, there was a reward of five dollars for killing all the bears, and I wanted to see if I could get the reward. I arose early the next morn- ing and prepared myself for a trip into the hills. As it was cold in the morning I wore my bear skin coat. After I had walked about twenty-five miles I came upon large bear tracks. Now, this