Unity High School - Monitor Yearbook (Unity, ME)

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LITE A SURPRISE Excitement is running high, because today the big football game of the season is to take place betwe-en two deadly rivals, Swashbuckle High and Knee High. These two schools have been rivals ever since the Civil War when Knee High fought for the North and Swash- rbuckle fought for the South. Ealch town is rooting heartily for its own team, but Knee High has a slight advantage because the game is being played on its own field. Both teams have good players. Johnny Johnson of Knee High, having a bad sense of direction has scored more points for his op- ponents than he has for Knee High. Swash- 'buckl-e's best player, Piggy McGinty, has an average of a minus fifteen yards per kick. In a few minutes the game will beging the grandstand is filled and people are standing up. About one hundred and fifty people are there. The grandstand actually seats three hundred, but the townspeople in Knee are large and each person takes up two seats. Qlt would be easy for the Knee people to get time and a half in a warplant.J On the field the three-piece band of Knee High is playing discords to perfection On the side line Knee High'g mascot, a goat, is but- ting into other people's business, while Swash- lbuckle's jackrabbit is doing some fancy hops for the fans. Both teams are now czming on the field. Those red and green uniforms of Knee H'gh really glitter in the sun and contrast with the dull gray of Swashbuckle High. The teams captains. Johnson an-d McGinty, are conferring with the officials. The coin is tossed and there is a scramble. McGinty finds kick off. begin. Everyone football, it's a nearly twenty the penny and lhiis team will Now the game is ready to is tense. McGinty kicks the ibeautful kick which goes yards. Johnson receives the punt and starts up the field. He can really run and does the one hundred' yard ldash in thirty seconds flat. One of Swashbuckle's men hits Johnson, but it only spins h'm around. There is a great shout from the stands for Johnson is running the wrong way and goes over the goal line standing up, for a score for Swashbuckle. The try for the -extra point is blocked by one of Swaslrbuckle's own men and the score is six to zero in favor of Swashbuckle. Swashbuckle again kicks off, and this time Johnson takes the ball back to his own thirty Page Fourteen RARY yard line. James of Knee High receives the ball and does an end around around his own ,lend and is thrown for a ten yard loss. John- son then throws a pass that is complete to a Swashbuckle player, who immediately scores another touchdown. The kick for the extra point wobbles over the goal post and Swash- Ibuckle leads, thirteen to zero. The game see-saws back and forth, and at the end of the half, Swashbuckle leads fifty- four to forty-nine. What a game! The second half is much like the first, a com- bination of great and magnificent bone-head plays. It is the last period, and there are only a few seconds to play. Knee High has the ball. The score is tied, ninety to ninety. 'The crowd is in a frenzy and is ready to come on the field as soon as the game is over. P The ball is -down on Swashbu-ckle's ninete-en yard line. Knee High goes into a huddle , and then the players come back to the line of scrimmage and the play is ready to be re- sumed. The ball is given to the quarterback, who gives it to Johnson. Johnson starts run- ning, but he'seems to 'be lost and is going in the wrong direction. Everybody is stupefied. Johnson's teammates shout to him, but it is no use. Then tli big surprise comes. While only a few yards from his own goal line, Johnson turns and throws a long pass far' up the field to a teammate waiting to catch the ball. The play is such a surprise that none of Swash- buckle's p-layers realize what is happening un- til the Knee High player scores. The score is ninety-six to ninety in favor of Knee High and the air rifle goes off ending the game. For years the people of Knee will talk about that great play that won the game. Karl McKechnie, '46 SEEING A GHOST It was about time to close the little village store for the night. Polly, the storekeeper's daughter was in charge as her dad was away. The customers had finished. their trading and had gone home. The only people left were half a dozen young boys who were huddled around an older boy. What'sm cooking, Rusty? asked Polly, ad- dressing the oldest iboy. , The boy addressed ran his fingers through his red locks an-d looked up at her with mis- chief in his eyes, as he replied, Try a guess, Polly. Likely you're scheming something to take Charlie down a peg, she replied.

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First row, left to right: G. Shorey, C. Hillman, A. Danforth, li. Walker Second row: F. Tozier, M. Vickery, A. McCormick, K. McKeehnie, K. Tozier Third row: Mr. llirks, coach, G. Moody, H. Reynolds, l . Luce, VV. Rich, R. llillinan BASEBALL Baseball at Unity llipgh School got a very good start last fall when we won two games from l i4-edoin lay the scores of 18-8 and 14-bi. Our lrattery provexl to he a capable one in our two graines last fall, and each iniielder did well it his position. The outfield did well. too. The players are young and need more practice, hut when the hasehall season starts this spring' I know the team will he in the hest of condi- tion. At hatting' we need more practice, hut, on th-e whole, I think we have a very good hit- ting' team. The boys realize their hig chance ot' becoming champions has come, and with our new coach we are sure that next spring.-5's baseball season will he a successful one. --f-Walter Rich '45 Page Thirteen

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Right the first time, returned Rusty grin- ning. Charlie was a braggart from the city whose stay in the village was nearly up. He would arrive soon to walk home with Polly after she had closed the store. Charlie had been doing a great deal of boasting, and tonight the boys intended to give him a chance to demonstrate his great courage. You've a part in the act, Polly, said Rusty. Come here quick and learn your lines. Polly joined the group of boys and after a quick consultation, she slipped into her coat and left the store. Soon Charlie lswaggered in, asked for Polly and reminding the boys that this town should have a curfew. Charlie, asked Rusty, do you believe in ghosts? Are you kiddin', or just plain ignorant? replied Charlie in disgust. They're being seen 'most every night late- ly over in the old Lane house, said Rusty. seriously. W Suddenly there was a scream near the old Lane house and shortly after, Polly rushed in- to the store, apparently nearly frightened to death. Charlie, of course, was the first to her assistance and took full charge. I saw it! I saw it! she gasped. Have you got 'em, too? snapped Charlie. Polly, now nearly recovered, answered angri- ly, Well, wise guy, I'll bet five dollars you don't dare spend ten minutes in that old Lane house even if Rusty lets you take his pistol. Give me that pistol, snorted Charlie, and watch me win five dollars. If any ghost shows up, you'll find him there in the morning. Charlie walked pompously toward the old Lane house, which really did look a little weird in the moonlight and shadows. The floor creaked as he entered the kitchen and seated himself on the only remaining seat, an old, rickety chair. Back in the store Rusty arranged a sheet and counted his forty-five shells to' make sure that everything was in order. You're sure all the cartridges in the gun are blanks? cautioned Polly. Sure, Polly, he replied and started out. Charlie, as he was sitting in this old kitchen listening to branches brush against the roof, was consulting his wrist watch often. Time seemed to drag. Suddenly he heard the clank- ing of a heavy chain up the cellar stairs. 'The door opened and a tall, white form with its hand extended and finger pointing at him, entered. Somewhat shakily, Charlie raised the pistol and pulled the trigger. A hollow-sound- ing shriek came from the white form as it tossed the bullet back to Charlie. Charlie was shaking like a leaf as he raised the gun for the second time amd fired again. Another shriek came from the gihaost. This time Char- lie didn't stop for the bullet which the white- clad figure tossed back. The window was nearer than the door and Charlie made his exit that way taking the window sash with him. The last we saw of him, laughed Rusty later, as he told the crowd of boys who had gathered at the house where he had obtained the 'blank cartridges, Charlie was heading as fast as he could go toward the station. Virginia Carter, '45 SNOW lid like to go south where there isn't any snow. W-e have all heard this expression and perhaps have said something like it ourselves. Have we ever stopped to think it over? I ldon't like the looks of snow falling on a cold windy day ibut what would winter in Maine be without it? After all, snow-covered fields and ice-covered lakes are what Maine is noted for during the winter. We, who live here, think of the snow as something we can't very well pre- vent. Most of us don't like it and think we could get along very well without it. Probably we could. Snow storms have one outstanding char- acteristic. The snow always starts drifting down just when we don't want it. Perhaps we have planned ahead a week or more for some- thing-a basketball game, for example. Every day of the we-ek will be fair until the day of the game, but on that particular day it is sure to snow. It may snow only enough to dis- courage you and make you postpone the trip. After this it will quite likely clear off, then will you be angry! It seems that Mother Na- ture is against you, but there isn't much you can do about it. Tourists come to Maine from the South just to see the snow. Skiing and bob-sledding are favorite sports with these people. Many come just to see th-e scenery. They think of the snow- covered hills and ice-covered lakes and streams as things of great beauty. There are many people from Maine who would miss the ice and cold and snow. Ice fish- erman would miss this sport. Woodsmen who haul wood on sleds would miss it. Last, but not least, the children and adults who skate and slide would have no place for these sports. Some people, especially the older ones, would miss the Spring thaw , the time when fContinued on page seventeenj Page Fifteen