Williamsburg High School - Tattler Yearbook (Williamsburg, MA)

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To let you know that we do have some literary- minded students at Williamsburg High School we've included these works of prose and poetry! . Letting a Pig Out of a Polk A personal experience related by Ralmon Black Iremember letting a pig out of its pen, and I have good reason for remembering it. The year was 1942 and I was going onto three years old. It was an early spring and my grandfather was boiling sap: the snow was gone and it was muddy everywhere, a typical New England spring. The only people 1'm sure were involved in this incident were my grandparents, my aunt and uncle, and my father. I remember wanting to see the pig and going to open the door of its pen. when I did, the old sow took advan- tage and charged out, knocking me in the mud. Whether I got the licking before or after they caught the pig I don 't remember, but I do remember getting the licking and I remember where. My uncle paddled me with the sap skimmer. Watching them catch the pig was quite a sight, I am told. Uncle Ned had the same sap skimmer, Gram a pitch- fork, Dad a club, and Gramp, who must have thought he was a cowboy, had a lasso. They surrounded the poor pig and closed in. Gramp whirled his rope and let it go, a perfect shot--for it settled neatly over her head, my grandmother's head I mean. Gramp had finally caught her after all these yearsl Dad swung at the sow's snout, but the pig dodged and Uncle Ned took thefull force of the blow--right across the shins. At the same time Gramp had caught the pig by the hind leg. Between the pig's squealing and my unc1e's howling, my aunt, who had just appeared on the scene, didn't lmow which to put out of his misery first. Since Dad was in the way, she couldn't shoot Uncle Ned, so she shot the pig. Well, I never will forget that day, but then, can you blame me? Newfoundland gqilo,-'S gong There are many sights I love to see, But Newfoundland means the most to me. St. John's harbour of clearest blue, With fishermen's boats sailing through. Sharp black rocks rising into the sky, Gulls wheeling about giving their cry. Fishermen's huts crowd the shore, Codfish dries and makes room for more. The blue, blue sky and salty air, The boats and huts---all are there. Hugging the cliffs by the romantic sea, This is what Newfoundland means to me Susan Ballway . School Tomorrow The moon is bright and flakes of snow Are drifting down from heaven. But I mustn't linger at the window, I have to get up at seven. Jeanie Breguet Ahoy there, boys! Here comes the wind afreshing down the bay. Haul up the anchor, unfurl the sail, Away we'll fly. Awayl The mightiest storm Is but a breath upon this sea of oursg We '11 run the watery paths of waves Although it be night hours. Ahoy there, boys! Turn her around and head her out of PORT. We 'll have our fung we'll have our work, And we'll have many a sport. So listen, my heartiesl Here comes the wind, afreshing down the bay. Haul up the anchor, unfurl the sail, Away we'll fly. Awayl Beverly Ramstrom A Little Philosophy From Betty Sherk A strange thought occurred to meg If all mankind behaved themselves, Forgot their greed and things like thatg If all mankind contented themselves, With freedom, food, and habitat: what a glorious world this could be.

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-U Z.. Spring Fever A good speech consists of - Deadline to meet - The pause between In and Out l.,....... of School Balancing act! Shaking the family tree Left - rightg left- This is no time to frown! 38

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Cheerleaders RAI-l ! RAH ! BURGY HIGH ! Hep-Hcp, one - two and our cheerleaders started out a new season with ten girls, the largest squad in the his- tory of Williamsburg cheering. Our five experienced leaders were C0-captain Cornelia DeNood, Co-captain Jeanette Samson, Frances Vayda, Elinor Leonard and Sandra Kmit, and our very apt beginners were Terry Smith Kathy LaValle, Susan Senecal, Nancy Dufresne, and Sondra Kellogg whom we unhappily lost when she moved from our town. With a desire to make the 56-57 cheerleaders the best ever, we decided to have practice at least once a week with Mrs. Kmit. This, and going over the cheers before basketball games made us into a smoothly functioning squad ready for a good season. Although we are losing three cheerleaders through gradua- tion, who knows how many eager would-be cheerers will answer the call - Who's interested in cheering? - next year? if ua KNEELING - Nancy Dufresne, Kathy LaValle, Sue Senecal. STANDING - Terry Smith, Sandra Kmit, Jan Sam son, Coach Mrs. Kmit, Cornelia DeNood, Frances Vayda, Elinor Leonard. l -40