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

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I he next day the newspaper carried the story about several cans of tlog food stolen front a store. No one could describe tire culprit and it was hoped he wotdd return to the scene of the crime. Susan, on reading the story, began to wonder. She remembered the boy's wolds. “I can feed him now. Hail be taken the dog food? To this day Susan hasn't learned the answer to this question, and she has never seen the boy or the dog again. Often she has wondered about this mys- terious pair but the puzzle has never been solved. Denise Noyes THE NIGHT WE MET A HEAR ft was a cool, dreary night in August, the night Jane and 1 planned to sleep out of doors in a tent. The startling things that could happen on such a night didn't occur to us. All we were thinking of was our sleep. During the next half hour we were putting up our tent. As we proceeded to put up our night house, a little distance beyond, in the bushes, an alarming incident was occurring. After our tent was up, we cuddled ourselves down into our beds on the ground, where everything was quiet. The only sound was the wind blowing softly. After a moment’s pause Jane and I began talking in low tones, but a little shaky over nothing. At least, that’s what we thought. Then suddenly, a noise! We both were so frightened we couldn't move. I believe we both were thinking the same thing. Could it be--------?’’ As time passed, the noise came louder and louder and closer and doser to the tent. “Oh, no”, explaimed Jane. 1 kept saying, “Don't worry,” although deep in my heart I was stated to death. We heard a growl, loud and fierce. A black paw appeared under the edge of the tent. About that time, wre both jumped from our bed and ran as fast as our legs could carry us to the house. We made it just in time! The bear was willing to escort us to the door, but we weren’t agreeable. We then and there dec ided that that night was our last out-of-doors camping trip — alone anyway. Lorraine Hillings NIGHT SHADOW The night was dark and cloudy And all of the streets were bare, As somewhere in the darkness A figure walked with care. Tip toeing down the alley. Slipping around each light. Quietly, sure in the darkness Came this shadow in the night Slowly the dark clouds opened To reveal the wailing moon, And then that hour of darkness Was filled with the light ol noon. Now in the lighted darkness, As blurred night vision cleared To expose the mysterious shadow, A “man's best friend” appeared. Robert Benson 17

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in dreamland, dreaming of the adventure lie was to have. He dreamed he was suddenly awakened by his mother, telling him it was time to go. Soon he was dressed and his mother was giving him instructions about staying overnight. “Remember to cover up, so you won’t catch cold , she said. “And be sure to put out your camp fire”. Ray agreed, and was on his way with all his friends and the chaperone, Mr. Copper. They walked all day with a few rests in between. When it was dark, they selected a place to camp for the night and all the boys dropped to the ground, willing at last to rest. Soon Ray had built the fire and the boys were all grateful for the warmth. Mr. Copper started supper. As they were eating, they heard a bark and all turned to see King, Ray's dog. He was welcomed into the camp, as he had traveled twenty-five miles to be with Ray. At last they all went to bed, and worn out with the exercise of the day, in a short time were fast asleep. In the middle of the night, unknown to all, a camp fire which hadn't been put out was spreading faster and faster, endangering the lives of all the boys and Mr. Copper. King smelled the smoke and barked loudly to awaken his master and saved the boys, fust then Ray heard someone saying, “Ray, Ray, wake up”. It was Mr. Copper. He had awakened all the boys, and he told them King had saved their lives. At that point Ray really awoke to hear King barking as loudly as possible. As Ray sat us, he smelled smoke. The house was on fire! He cpiickly woke every- one and called the fire department. The fire was put out with little damage and all was well again. Ray then turned to King and said, “Old boy, you are the best dog in the world. You have saved my life twice tonight, even if the first time was a dream.” Ray gave King a loving pat and started getting ready for the camping trip, on whic h King would go and be very welcome. Beverly Poland ALWAYS A MYSTERY It was a cold dismal November clay when Sue went to the door in answer to a persistent scratching. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “A tiny puppy!” She tenderly picked up the shivering pup and took him into the house. “I wonder where you belong, you poor thing,” she thought as she wrapped him in a blanket and put him by the stove. Sometime later a little boy knocked on the door and when Sue opened it, he backed away, suddenly afraid. “I-want-my puppy,” he faltered. Then gaining confidence, he rushed on. “The neighbors said he was here. He ran away when 1 couldn’t feed him, but I can now.” “Come in and get warm,” Sue invited. “You’re cold and wet and I have some nice hot cookies for you.” The boy was willing enough, and soon they were sitting by the fire eating those cookies. The puppy was overjoyed at seeing the boy and, jumping into his lap, fell asleep. At last, when it was time to go, hardly a word had passed between Sue and the boy. “Where do you live? Susan asked as the boy prepared to leave. At this question the boy ran from the house, the puppy in his arms. Susan wonderingly shook her head and the door slammed behind him. 16

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HIDDEN TREASURE SNOW So purses are silly things! I’ve heard that song before But what do they seek, out When trinkets are searched for? So you need a pencil? Of course, there's one right here! A bandage for a bloody ear? Let me see — oh yes, my dear. A nickel for the juke box? I'm sure you'll find it there. A preview of the coming show? Oh my, where did that go? So give this little box a chance. You'll find it's what your needing. Remember this next time you say, “What is that thing you’re leading! Charlotte Schultz END OF THE DAY The night was clear, The stars shone brightly I he trees were covered with frost, Their shadows sharp and dark Where they fell on the moonlit spaces, Then blended into the night. Lhe sleigh moved slowly, Its runners creaking in the frozen snow; The horse moved wearily, Its breath congealing about its nose. An old man sat hunched over by the cold; His only movement was to ptdl the worn Blanket closer about him on the seat. He was wrapped in thought Of his home, and warmth, and sleep. Kent Martin Snow is a funny thing As it comes from the sky; It covers trees, rocks, and grass. Gee! I wonder why! Maybe it's the atmosphere Up there above my head; Maybe it’s the hand of God That makes this big snow bed. Christine Berry GIRLS Boys like the girls because they are So appealing to the eye. Even though all they do Is sit and sigh and t ry About the boys that left them, And those they say they hate, But if they really hate these boys. Why stay out with them so late? Another thing about the girls That to me seems very funny — They’re always wanting to go out When the boys are out of money. Peter Cox BUTTERFLY Little yellow butterfly How I like to see you fly So swiftly and beautifully through the air! And your gay colored wings Could I please have a pair? Charlene Sprague UNPOPULAR WINTER As I look out my window and see the winter world beyond, I often wonder about the long winters gone. A long time ago, in times that were poor, Lhe people worked timelessly, gathering their stores. For they knew the long winter lay just ahead, And without stores they would soon be dead. Now these hardships are never felt by the people today, But that does not keep them from wishing for May. You'd think, if they knew of winter hardships gone by, They'd greet winter with a smile instead of a sigh. But the people of today are so very much spoiled, They forget winter’s beauty and think how they've toiled. John Cole 18