Harmony High School - Ferguson Yearbook (St Cloud, FL)

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Us tffil W. fxl F lil The Thing The night was dark and still, too still, and as I walked along the lone- ly road toward home I had a creepy feeling that I was being followed. I turned and looked but nothing was behind me. Then it came, an un- earthly, 'blood-curdling scream! My heart stopped! The scream had come from the swamp and I had to walk through that swamp before I reached home. Of course it might have been only a bobcat but I couldn't get that scream out of my mind, it had been so horrible. As though someone we-re being tortured, and it had always been the legend that this swamp was used for a place to torture traitors. By now I was half-way through the swamp and growing more frighten- ed with each step. I listened again and heard a sound like footsteps right in the woods- beside me. I couldn't move! I was scared nearly to death! I forced myself to look at the spot from which the sound had come. My blood froze! There it wasg the most hideous looking thing ll had ever seen! It was too dark for me to make out any features but it was covered with the slimy green muck from the swamp. It came almost to me, stretching its dripping arms, then stopped, and I, frozen to the spot, heard a scream ten times worse than the one before. My legs suddenly went into motion and I ran as never fi i My v l . . If .. before, until my foot caught on a stump. I was down, then up and running again. Now the thing was almost upon me. I reached the house, got inside, slammed the door and locked it, then collapsed on the Hoor. When I was able to talk again, I told mother what hai happened. She stared at me, and d'dn't believe a word of what I said. But it was true! I had seen itg been chased by it! I could see when she to.d my fath- er that he didn't think much of my story, either. I went outdoors, then stoppedg for there on the doorstep were two big footprints that couldn't have been made by a human. When father and mother came at my frantic call, they stared at the prints, and the next day we moved away. They knew that I had seen THE THING. Wilma McPherson '56 My Likes and Dislikes I shall tell some of the ordinary things which are either likes or dis- likes to me: I dislike the song, Eliza Jane, sung by the great harmonizing trio known as Victor, Gordon and Rodney. The reason I dislike the song is because they sing so loud and so close to my ear that they Cmy earsj ring for a few minlutes- afterward. They are

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EDITURIAL Within the last six years, we sen- iors have noted a great many changes in our high school. During the summer of 1947, our school suffered through a much-need- ed cleaning and face-lifting for which it, Cas well as wel were extremely grateful. Rooms were changed from dull, ugly walls to pleasing blue, green and yellow shades. Desks were sanded and varnished as were all the floors throughout th-e building. A cluttered attic was transformed into a makeshift storeroom with book- shelves of a sort. One addition is a Music Depart- ment, from which we, as a group, have derived much pleasure in our four years of Sr. High and two y-ears of Jr. High School. Not to be left unmentioned is our Home Economics Department, in which the girls produce all kinds of tasty f'?J dishes and missewn gar- ments, as Well as keeping up with all of the ever changing developments in the science of living. Last sum-mer, H. H. S. was sup- plied With a gleaming white exterior which made an occasion for great re- joicing. This year We have 'been noticing more and rather unpleasing circum- stances. The once bright Walls are marked with dirt and streaks caused by feet which were put there for sup- poiit of a tilted chair. Desks are scarred with pencil marks in the shape of initials and just plain gashes. We Seniors are as guilty as any- one for this mistreattment of our school property. However, as. Seniors, we recall many interesting, humorous, and tra- gic events as well as many close scrapesg Cmainly cleaning gum off fthe floor with several all-too-efficient gum-Scrapers designed for punish- ment of illegal gum-chewing, and which did not remain idlelj There wer-e the class meetings, never-to-be-forgotten in their Demo- craltic principles. The majority rules in a Democracy, and there is, of necessity, suppression of the minori- ty, meaning Lue and me, the only two girls in our class against five 'boys. lt was rather strange that, although the boys planned every- thing, we two lonely Women carried almost all the load of actual work. We Wish to thank all our teachers, especially, for their kindliness, friendship and guidance. There are some teachers who have left us. Our thanks to them also. They led and advised us in some rocky places of our 4-year careers art Harmony High. To all interested citizens and friends, our grateful thanks for your whole- hearted support of our school. The school is only as good as the people 'behind it. You wonderful Alumni! Keep sup- porting H. H. S. as you have been in our four years here. That gym was trulv an inspiration! This is evi- dent from our laslt year's champion- ship team and the development of our girls' squad. Next year we will lend you our support. too, and thus show you our appreciation. As we complete this chapter of our lives, we feel prepared for what- ever life may bring, and for a part- insrlthought, may we say, Without Faith, one can do nothing. The Editor

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forever bragging about the Chevro- let car and the more advanced de- signs it has than the Ford tand I clon't 'believe the highest priced car has them yetlj They tell what bet- ter programs they are able to get on the Chevrolet radio, but I think the programs are the same on any radio. No matter what they say, they seem to like to ride in a Ford. Delmont Howell '53 The Fleejum The Fleejum is a thing which is and isn't. During the time it Was, some people suspected it of not be- ing. This is what started all the trou- ble that wasn't. For how could there be trouble with a non-existent causeg however, why was there trouble if there wasn't a cause? There must have been a cause for we certainly had trouble. People would not make trouble over a thing they didn't think was, unless this non-existent thing had obtained something from them under false pretence. If it had obtained something from them, then it must beg for what would a non- existent thing want with something? We took this all in consideration and finally tracked the trouble to its non-existent route. By this time we discovered that the Fleejum does not exist, so the trouble died down. Patricia Gourley '54 Waltzing vs. Clumsin-ess As I picked up the pieces of a broken vase, which had just been knocked over by Elwin, I noticed the heading Dancing Overcomes Cllum- siness , on the page of an open mag- azine. Putting the dustpan and brush down on the living room floor, I start- ed to read the article. It said the best way to cure a boy of clumsiness is to teach the boy to dance. Ha, here was the solution to moth- er's broken vases! All I had to do was to teach Elwin to dance and he'd be as graceful as a doe. Elwin is the clumsiest person this side of the moon. He trips over everythQng from a common pin to a piano. The thing for him was dancing lessons. The next night the lessons began. What a mistake! I'm still limping. We started with the waltz. I had him counting 1, 2, 3 to the Blue Danube. So far, so good. As soon as he caught the rhythm, we started the step. Talk about Wooden legs! ! Elwin must have steel! He dances like a tin soldier. And what is worse he bobs back and forth like a cork in a gale at sea. Oh, well, everyone has his own style of danc'ng, but El- win's happens to be the bobbing cork-tin soldier style. Jrst as I t-hought we were mak'n'r progress, Elwin started adding a frncy new step of his own. In spite of my 1. 2, 3's he managed to stick a four in between the 3 antl 1. lt took me a half hour to correct this. I'm warning you, 'before you undertake such a proposition as teaching a boy to dance, buy yourself a pair of men's foundry shoes. Elwin insisted on dancing on my toes. Perhaps the floor was too hard for him. After playing the Blue Danube :Haut Uskatey-dighti' times, I got just a wee bit sick of it, but not El- winl He was content to waltz all night. Finally I gave up. But Elwin continued-alone, merrily tripping over my favorite hit records. He knows how to dance all right. He does better than his teacher does now, but-and what a but! He's be- coming so interested in learning to dance new steps that he practices them at my house continually, while knocking over everything in sight. Dancing certainly has helped his clumsiness! From bad to worse. The last straw came recently. While prac-