Woodstock High School - Eureka Yearbook (Bryant Pond, ME)

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As he went about his work, he kept wondering all day long what had hit him. His back was a little stiff after the fall. Curiosity was getting the best of him by the end of the day. He decided that he would try to fix the screen again, if the wind came up and made it bang against the shingles. But there wasn't any wind on this bright moonlight night. He was in bed, almost asleep, when he began to hear a squeaking sound from the Hoot above him. Then a door creaked and the janitor slipped out of bed to see il he could find a hiding place so that he would be ready lor whoever it was. He started toward the stairway to go upstairs, but he didn't dare to move too far from the school safe. He tripped over something and went sprawling over his bed. He said to himself, “The best thing to do is crawl under the bed, I believe, so he did. He got tired lying there listening and finally fell asleep. When he woke up the next morning, he looked around to see where he was. He began to get scared. Who was there last night? What was it and what did it want? Question alter question he asked himself. Was it after him or the money? He didn't know. The third day of not knowing was a dreadful one for the old man. I he chil- dren came as usual and went home as usual, but the janitor wasn’t so happy today. His face was wrinkled from worrying. When it began to get dark, he ate his supper. “Tonight, he thought, “I’ll stay in a closet and when I hear something, I'll sneak up behind it and turn on a flashlight to blind whatever it is. But as the night dragged on, not one sound had he heard. He went to sleep, cramped up. In the morning his legs were stiff. He went down to his makeshift bedroom and there, the answer to his questions, his fear, and wondering, was the thing in his bed. After his first started glance he recog- nized his twin brother whom he hadn't seen for five years. He shook his brother to waken him. His brother jumped out of the janitor's bed. When the twin's eyes were wide open, they both laughed. Then the janitor asked, “Were you the person who was prowling around here last night?” I have been trying to find where you were working,” he replied. To this day he hasn't found out what it was that had hit him on the head. My guess would be the swinging screen. Louise LaValley '55 SCHOOL GIRLS’ CRUSH Pete, who worked in the corner drug store, was a special attraction to the freshman girls of W. H. S. To every one else Pete was just another boy. The junior girls couldn’t see how the freshman girls could sit there foi hours gazing at nis long, sharp nose, his high cheek bones, his chin which hung nearly to his chest, his black and white horn rimmed glasses from behind which two piercing eyes stared at you. You didn't have to look at his hair which stood out like a sore thumb, under his neat white cap. While all the other girls were sipping on their sodas, Judy sat back a few seats admiring his homely face and straggly hair. Poor Pete! Most of the boys felt sorry for him. He couldn't keep a steady girl friend. But Pete didn’t mind. He thought all the girls were crazy over him. some of the boys who didn’t know what happened would get really bitter, but those who knew were patient. Every night after school the girls would come trouping in. Some were cute, others — oh, well — shall we say not too attractive to the eye? Of all the girls Judy was the one who really liked Pete; she was rather cute with her reddish pony tail, big blue eyes, her brown shirt with clean fresh jeans, but Pete never noticed her. He always gave the other girls the biggest sodas. Then one day Judy came to the drug store alone. Pete was hurt. He asked Judy why the other girls were not there. Then Judy told him they only liked him because he gave them big sodas. So Judy had Pete to herself from that day on. Now the girls are trying to get big sodas some where else from some other soft-hearted soda jerk. Beverly Morgan '57 20

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and her mouth fell open. Then Jim read it and his went the same way. All of a sudden, they both started laughing. This is what the telegram stated. You have inherited 20 thousand dollars from your great aunt Elsie Keddedy in California stop Being plated in your account in town bank immediately stop When convenient you may go there and sign any necessary papers Sam Carter, Attorney at Law. Jim and Jane didn’t believe it and decided it was a joke of some kind, but curiosity got the best of them and Jim started to town on his crutches. When he arrived, he went straight to the bank where the money was supposed to be. Sure enough, even the banker greeted him at the door, and Jim went into his oflice with the biggest smile he'd ever worn. After signing papers and papers, the money was legally his and Jane's, and he rushed home to affirm the telegram. Everyone was all a dither when he arrived and said the telegram was correct. Plans are being made now as to what they’ll use the money for. — Perhaps you can guess. — You’d do the same under the same circumstance. Andrea Poland Wing '55 IN A LITTLE SCHOOL In a small town in the middle part of Vermont, a schoolhouse sat at the top of a long hill. In the schoolhouse a man was working. The sound of a broom scratching on the cement basement floor could be heard. The janitor was a short man with many wrinkles in his kind old face. He liked children and he would often let them ring the big bell by pulling hard on the long rope. He stayed night and day at the schoolhouse, but on weekends he would go to his home. It was a cold winter night and the wind was howling around the corners of the building. The janitor thought it was about time to eat the supper which a lady teacher had given him. A basket held his favorite food — a jar of apple sauce with biscuits. Then a slam of a screen over a window startled the man. He sat back down and said aloud, “Tain’t no use to jump at a little sound. I’ll be a nervous wreck if that window ain’t fixed.” He had decided to go to bed. He slept on a cot in the boiler room beside the sale which held both grammar and high school money. Then the screen gave another bang and he thought he might as well fix it. He made his way out of the building to the outside fire escape and started climb- ing up toward the screen. As he looked up, he was struck in the face by something whic h made him sec stars. His fingers were slipping from the rungs of the ladder-like fire escape There was a thud as he fell to the ground. When he woke up, it was still night. He couldn't remember what had hap pened. He ran to the door of the schoolhouse and hurried down to the basement and to the safe. Nothing had happened there. Nothing had been stolen from this room. He went through each and every room searching lor a person who might be hiding, but he found no one. He gave up the search and went to bed. The next morning was bright and beautiful. The children were on their way up the long hill. The janitor looked at them through a window. He went to the first grade room where, on the window sill, a box had been placed in which to put crumbs for the birds. He spread some of the dried crumbs along the bottom of the box. I'.)

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KEEPER OF THE LIGHTHOUSE I am the keeper of the lighthouse Fifty years have I seen pass, Fifty years of salty breezes Fifty years without a lass. For I have c hosen a lonely life So I may warn the ship of rocks, And as I Hash the light, I pray That God sees that it safely docks. They have no way of thanking me For showing them the light. But in their hearts they give me thanks For guidance on a stormy night. Sandra Martin '55 MY CAR My car is black with a flying tail. I step on the gas, Then start to sail. The headlights that fail at night Have kept with me Only in day light. The brakes take only half the time But when I don't need them, They always work fine. Twenty years ago people said, “Wow!” Now beside the new cars. It looks like a scow. Phillip Farrington '55 FIRST SNOW When I arose this morning, And looked through the frosted glass, 1 gazed upon the sparkling snow Which covered the frozen grass. It was drifted against the fence posts Which lead to the old barn door; And I could see the Huffy snow Being sifted on the floor. The snow was nice to look at, And the children romped and played. But it wasn't much fun for me Who had to shovel it all clay. I still admire the beauty of snow, And this makes my mother puzzled, For I always moan and groan, When she says, “Get the shovel.” Kent Martin '57 A POEM My pen is here, my ink is there. My paper, it is blank. “A poem”, said Mrs. Herrick, “Or you will get no rank.” So here 1 sit, My pen in my hand; Then I think of something Which sounds grand. After it's finished, I will say, “There’s an assignment done For another day.” Luna Farrington ’55 MY TREASURES The trees are a part of my treasures Which I have on this earth here below — The flowers, the birds, and the creatures. And all that God has made grow. I would not swap my treasures Nor part with them for diamonds or pearls. For they bring rest and contentment, From all the cares in the world. God gave us all our treasures; Some loves are different from mine, But could anyone be happier than 1? I have all ol nature sublime. Andrea Poland ’55 MORNING In summer the dew shines over the ground. The flowers sparkle with dew drops round. In autumn the frost turns the ground so white. In early morn and again late at night. The sun rises slowly away in the east, While fleecy clouds surround man and beast. The blue of the heavens stretches around, Above all the hills till it touches the ground. The whole world sparkles and seems to be brighter; Spirits are high and hearts are lighter. The village is stirring as it slowly awakes. I await each new morn and the beauty it makes. Denise Noyes '57 WINTER The wind whistled around the cabin, The weather was cold and damp. Although the fires were still blazing, It was growing colder in the camp; The snow was piling upon the roof. While the people were sleeping sound. It was quite a surprise to all of them To find themselves snow bound. Geraldine Cushman '58 21