Union High School - Reflector Yearbook (Union, ME)

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MY FIRST Sl-IAVE One Sunday afternoon when Dad and Ma were gone, And I was all alone feeling lonesome and forlorn, I happened to think of what someone had said the day beforeg It wasn't very flattering, so it made me kind of sore. I walked over to the mirror and cast a hurried glance, Then went and got Dad's razor, thinking I-Iere's my chance. I could almost hear that old razor buzzg Believe me it did quick work of whiskers and of fuzz. Then I patted on a little After Shaving Lotion . Of course, watching Dad was how I got that notion. I must hurry and put everything back in its place, With a song in my heart and a smile on my face. I expected they'd be back around five o'c1ock. If Dad ever caught me shaving, he'd surely have a shock. Any talk about that razor was avoided for a week. I never in my life felt so much a sneak. Then one night Dad tried to shave and the old thing wou1dn't work He said 'twas full of nicks and had gone berserk. Yes, someone's used my razor and gone some place. Then he looked up to watch the effect on my face. I stared back at him and never said a word, And he said, Hey, there! So you're the guilty bird. Inever was so very good at lying And I knew it wou1dn't be any use trying. When I admitted, he ranted and raved Why when I was your age I never shaved. Then Ma rummaged in his trunk and found a little book. She brought it out and said, Here, boy take a look! Yes, Itook a look all right. It was Dad's old diary. It said, I'm shaving my first Shave and my head's pretty wiry And there was the date at the top of the page. When I showed it to Dad he was filled with rage. Then all of a sudden he changed and grew soft and smooth, No use to deny what he'd done in his youth. He said, Son, you've taught me a lesson that can't be forgot. You're nearer to being a man than I had thought . Dick Goff 'SZ Z5

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MY FIRST SAIL Since the first day I set eyes on the Lady Mars , I had wanted to go sailing. I was very small then but the longing was great. Then and there I resolved that someday I would go sailing and it would be in this boat. I had a long wait, during which the owners of the beautiful boat changed. There was a while when the Lady was drydocked, and I prayed for the day when the sails would billow again. For three years Crawford Lake did not see my pet. The the glorious day came when the sails were patched, the hull received a new coat of paint and she glided into the water with the grace of a swan. All these things I had in mind one windy Sunday afternoon. It was a warm day, in spite of the breeze, so I decided to go swimming. As my friends had their own plans, I went alone. Soon I noticed that the sailboat was being prepared for an excursion. I asked permission to go, and immediately I was rowed to the boat. The sails went up and the boat left the mooring with a sudden burst of speed. After that it was smooth sailing and lthrilled with excitement as we sped across the waves like a fairy boat in a dream. Once we dipped to one side too far and the water splashed over me. As we wove from one side of the pond to the other, working downstream with the wind, I tended the jib rope, this being necessary at every turn. I was proud that I might help, even in this little way. At times I was sure we would crash on the rocks, so near we did go. Perhaps it was this flirting with danger that intrigued me so greatly, yet I had great faith in the skipper. All too soon we headed for the mooring where a small boat was waiting to carry us to shore. I hated to give up the good time: it was worth waiting for. Sylvia Farris Class of '51 Z4

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IN SCHOOL, UNTIL It was a wonderful but rather a sultry day, when Mary Clinton went to Boston to enter a secretarial school. She was a ordinary country girl with a pleasing personality, and capable of achieving a career for herself. Being a secretary to a business firm had long been in Mary's mind and now she was planning to obtain a sufficient amount of knowledge to help her be a secretary. Her days went fast at school and before long she was well on her way to becoming a trained secretary. The assignments were always on time, neat, and well done just as they should be. During her mid-season examinations, an instance happened that changed her entire plans for the future. She was on her way to class when one of the faculty members came to her and told she was wanted on the telephone. Many thoughts began to go through her mind for very seldom did anyone call her. Could it be that her mother was calling about her allowance? Or, was someone sick at home? All these went through her mind but the call contained the last thing she ever expected. The operator, with a clear and pleasant voice, relayed the following message: Father died. Come home promptly. Mom. She stood motionless for a minute, with tears streaming down her cheeks. The news of her father's death was a great shock being that she had been very fond of him. She also knew that when when she went home she would never be able to come back, for someone had to help support the family. Mary was the oldest so she would have to stay. When Mary had been home for a couple years, she got married to a wealthy man and was very happy. She had a beautiful home and everything, but still there was a feeling inside her that she had not accomplished all the plans she had looked forward to so often. Annie N iem i E PITAPHS Here lies Don, our jolly friend, Who kept up good works until the end. The name written upon this stone Is that of someone we have not known. When the gay Seniors leave us in june, Will they please leave us money to errect their tomb. One last picture before he died: Here lies Duane with camera by side. Here lies Syl, may she rest in peace, And her basketball ability never cease! Here lies Esten, our favorite prankster, Who in the end became a gangster. Here lies Kenneth, our friend of the past, Who drove his car a little too fast. Here lies Ralph who fell through the floor When Mr. Kenoyer walked through the door. Here lies Walter who turned as red as a beet When the girls all kissed him on the cheek. Here lies Dwight who wanted to farm Who was found dead in his father's barn. Z6