Union High School - Reflector Yearbook (Union, ME)

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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

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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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Sports BOYS' BASKETBALL FIRST ROW: Lol to hgh: Noll Hllt, Paul Leonard, Edward Cramer, Ralph Knight, joseph Luce, Edward Mountalnland. SICCND ROW: Donald Cramer, Mr. Kanoyor, Gordon Grinnell, Dwight Howard, Richard Goff, Walter Lind, Marahall Payaon, Edrlc Day, Ronellow Moore. BACK ROW: Keith Burns, Robert Newbert, Duane Rowell, Richard Harford, Boys' BASEBALL SIIATED: La!! to Right: Gordon Grinnell, Paul Leonard, Edric Day, Ralph Harford, joseph Luce, Noll HJR, Marahall Payson. STANDING: Mr. Glbaon, Robert Newbert, Eddie Cramer, Buster Knight, Keith Burns, Richard Harford, Bllaa Fuller. Z7