Rockland High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Rockland, ME)

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THE CAULDRON ,Dyes111.zgzgg.0Lggn.v:4Y.v::Y.gn,gn.g1.envenlggzzgonevaafpavpn-vgepppp-A.gf-gp2.a.e.n,og -Q :QTQ ,QTQTQ :QTQ :Q :Q .Q .Q :Q TQ?-Q -Q .'Q':Qr:QTQ .Q :Q ,Q .QTQ :QTQ ,QTQiQ Daylight came slowly, and by the time it had arrived, Jim was all packed and ready for the hunt. His rifle in his hand, he set out in the direction which the bear had gone. Brownie picked up the scent and the hunt was on. After traveling a few hours and seeing no sign of the bear, Jim was about to give up hope: but suddenly he heard a sound up ahead. That must be it, thought Jim. He was slowly going forward, when suddenly, out of an overhead tree came a lynx. Jim, warned by a sixth sense, ducked to one sideg but he was not quite quick enough to get entirely out of the way. The lynx hit him a glancing blow that stunned him and knocked him to the ground. Just as the lynx was about to attack Jim again, Brownie jumped on his back: but the lynx which was bigger and stronger threw him off. Brownie did not give upg he attacked again. By this time Jim had recovered from the blow and was trying to get a shot at the lynx. Suddenly seeing an opening he fired and the lynx fell to the ground with a bullet through his heart. The scarred and tattered dog limped over to his master and lay down at his feet, whining as if trying to thank him. Two days later Jim was back at his cabin. On the floor lay a huge white bear skin, and on this lay his ever faithful dog still recovering from the deep wounds which he had received in his fight that saved his master's life. FRED E. ALLEN .4-1.0-up-1 .0-1 ,Q Q QsQ,Q Q LOVE LOST The soft patter of the spring rain on the Gothic window panes in Kathie's room seemed to sympathize with Kathie as she buried her plain face in the pillow. She, too, like her mother and grandmother found this room in the ancient Wakefield Manor the best in which to hide her sorrows. Kathie clutched the sides of the hand crocheted pillow while hot tears fell in fat drops on the linen. She flopped over now on her back. Her unruly auburn hair fell over one eye. It didn't matter to her though. She was never the type to fuss with it. Dela, the maid, had often scoffed at her because of her lack of taste and charm. Kathie could hear her now remind- ing her that she would have to perk up if she expected the attention of Master Drew. But Kathie didn't want his attention. She didn't want anyone's atten- tion. Besides he had related to her several times that she was plain. Plain? Was she really? As a child people never noticed her much. Compared to her sisters she was considered the plainest. Other children never played with her much because of her seriousness. Kathie didn't mean to be the un- likeable child as her parents thought. She was merely timid, found in deep wonderment and thoughts, accused of being eccentric. But she was no 22

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