Kennebunk High School - Rambler Yearbook (Kennebunk, ME)

everyone was to head for home. Fifteen minutes later all dormitory exits were locked. Please forget those who were locked outside their dorm. This was my fate just once! A hard cot felt as comfortable as a feather bed at the end of a stren-uous and happy day such as I experienced at the University of New Hampshire Music School last summer. JEAN MACDONALD, '50. -.i-....0......-.-..... THE END OF DAY It had been a -beautiful day, the kind you always wish for but never get. Tue sky was deep blue with an occasional cloud floating majestically across the heavens. A gentle breeze blew from the west as the sun sank nearer to the darkening 'hills. The water was dark blue in placesg and the rest took on the reflection of the sky with an occasional shimmering cloud in the water. The dull roar of the waves against the rocks added to the call of the wheeling sea gulls, their glistening feathers -shining in the sun. Below the wharf in the darkening waters many schools of small iish swam about. Occasionally a white body shot through the air and was followed by a sharp splash. Then up would shoot a fiery little tern with a small herring in his beak. In the distance ca.me the sound of a motor boat as it plowed toward its mooring. The air began to grow cool and the gulls settled on tall spars and poles and in the water. Slowly nature's noises quieted or ceased, but still the roar of the breakers kept on, seeming louder as other noises decreased. The sky to the west turned slowly to brilliant reds and yellows. The tide shifted and sta1'ted to rise on the shores. With it came cold southerly breezes from t-he Atlantic. Suddenly the quiet was -broken by a motor boat heading up the cove, its wake rolling steadily towards the shore fol- lowed by smooth water. The grass and reeds began to sway in the breeze. Patches of water started to fill with hundreds of tiny ripples. The skies to the east were now turning dark while the evening star -shone in the faint glow to the west. The islands in the hanbor looked sinister against the remaining sunset. The 'boats lay at anchor facing into the wind, their hulls showing white against the dark waters. The pier was now lonesome as everyone had gone home to supper. An occasional car was parked by the road, and a few people watched as the sky turned its colors and finally began to grow dark and cold. The harbor lay dark and quiet as the stars began to shimmer in the sky, for another day had passed by to be forgotten. CHARLES MACKINNON, '52. 29