Unity High School - Monitor Yearbook (Unity, ME)

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J OVIALITY Should you detect an odor arising from this Page, Be reverent in the presence of a. gag that died from age. Dick Hillman was teaching Walter Rich to play golf. Di-ck: Tee the ball, Walter. Walter: Sure, I see it, but why the baby talk? M. Tozier Kat nut counter in Adam's Storejz Who attends to the nuts? B. Reynolds: Be patient, I'll wait on you in a minute. U ' F. Pratt fat a basketball gamej See Alton McCormick playing forward? I think he's go- ing to be our best man next year. V. Carter: Oh, darling, this is so sudden! Mrs. Hicks: Frank, put your gum in the waste basket. F. Tozier fafter a slight pausejz I can'tg I just swallowed it. B. Harding: This is an ideal spot for a pic- nic. W. Rich: It must be. Fifty million insects can't be wrong. Mrs. McKechnie: What do you think will go.well with my new hat, dear? Mr. McKechnie: A blackout. After the Civics Class had been discussing handicapped people, Beverly Dean asked, Mrs, McKechnie, are idots allowed to go to school? B. Harding: fLooking at B. Deanj Evident- ly! ! A stranger stopped at the filling station and asked: Are you a mechanic? Alton, Jr.: No, sir, I'm a McCormick. G. Shorey: Mr, Hicks, what is that you wrote on my paper Mr. Hicks: I requested you to write plain- el, H After the Senior play Pratt asked Vickery: What's good for hives? Michael: Bees. A Catathtrophe Thupreme Typewriter Co. Dear Thirth: Will you pleath thend a man up to fix the typewriter? Lath night thombody broke into the tlhichoolhouth and knocked the eth off it. The lathth inconviencith me greatly and I will appreciate it if you rethpond ath thoon ath poththible. !Thincerely yourth, Wyona Barneth THE IDEAL U. H. S. STUDENT WOULD HAVE: Boys Girls Eyes of Floyd Pratt Marilyn Tozier Nose of Richard Hillman Eleanor McCormick Hair of Michael Vickery Beverly Harding Complexion of Floyd Pratt Beverly Dean Clothes of Alton McCormick ' Beverly Dean Personality of Karl McKechnie Beverly Harding Looks of Karl McKechnie Beverly Heald Build of Walter Rich Beverly Dean Height of Richard Hillman Barbara Reynolds Dramatic ability of Athletic ability of Karl McKechnie Walter Rich Wit of Frank Tozier Teeth of Edward Walker Voice of Karl McKechnie Disposition of Kenneth Tozier Smile of Kenneth Tozier Wyona Barnes Barbara Reynolds Wyona Barnes Martha Peppard Martha Peppard Dora Clifford Virginia Carter Page Twenty three

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POETRY RAGS Rag is just a dog I know. He's soft and fluffy and white as snow, Young and playful and good as gold, And always does what he is told. His master taught him many tricks- To sit down, shake hands and carry sticks. But his master's in the army now, Anfd Rags, of course, was not allowed. The house seems strangely empty now, Rags tries to be happy, but can't somehow. Those wistful-looking big, brown eyes Are minus the glee of dlays gone by. Some day his master will return, And Rags will have new tricks to learn. He is waiting for that glad day. When his master will come home to stay. -Dorothy Mason, '47 A PLEA Mrs. Hicks says, Write a poem. She's got our freshman class a-going! We say it isn't in our line, She says we can if we take time. What can I write about? Oh, dear To get a D is what I fear, But I can try, I'll do my best, Maybe then we'll get a. rest. I tell you, folks, it is no fun To write a poem, and when done Have the teacher up and say, Write another next Monday. Please, Mrs. Hicks, be good to us. Don't keep us always in a fuss. You know these poems We detest, Please say, Enough Give us a. rest. -Janice Pratt, '48 MAINE You've heard people brag of their own native State, ' Of their rivers and forests and plains, Anfd the beautiful colors when summer is late, Andi to me there is no place like Maine. Maine with her lakes and mountains so fair, With fish in her rivers and streams, While her forests abound with deer and bear, An ideal place for sportsmen it seems. Page Twenty-two To me there's no place like my own native State, With its rivers and forests and plains, Its peninsulas, bays, islands and straits. To me there is no place like Maine. George Moody, '47 FROM THORNDIKE T0 BELFAST BY TRAIN The Chatanooga Choo Choo , As it's called by folks in town, Is the roughest riding vehicle There is for miles aroun-d. It begins to jump and shimmey At the ringing of the bell, If you keep your seat as far as Knox, You are doing very well. If you ever get to Belfast Without a broken back, And find you still have all your limbs And are otherwise intact, You'll make this resolution That when inclined to roam, You'll prefer to start hitch.-hiking Or even stay at home. But with all its jeep-like actions And bad things we've said about it, I'm admitting very frankly, 'Twould be hard to do without it. Virginia Carter,,'45 FALL When the trees put on their fall array Of colors bright as flowers in May, When the summer binds leave for the South, The wordJ's passed 'round from mouth to mouth ' That summer's gone and fall has come. And when from the fields come welcome signs Of partridge and grouse of fine designs, When the frost turns gardens brown, not green, It's very plain and can be seen .That summer's gone and fall has come. When the shot of guns makes echoes sound, The woods become the hunters' ground, When the wind decides to tear and blow, It's then that all the people know That summer's gone and fall has come. -Karl McKechnie, '46

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