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

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After listening anxiously, Mrs. Parks found out that Jill had been crossing the street when a car with no lights had run into her. Mr. and Mrs. Parks grabbed their coats and ran outside and down the street to the scene ol the accident. The ambulance was there then. They rushed [ill to the hospital, where she was taken directly to the operating room. The dot tor’s verdict was that she would never walk again. She was very downhearted to think she couldn’t finsh school anti have the leatling part at graduation. Through the weeks that followed teachers and friends were very kind to her. They brought her assignments to the hospital and later to her home, so that she could keep up with her class. By June, Jill was feeling well enough to graduate with her class in a wheel chair. Beatrice Farnum MOONLIGHT On a beautiful night in June, as I walked across the bridge on my way home, I noticed how enchantingly the moon shone on the water. The ripples were like little (lakes of silver floating by. The moon, from behind silver-gray clouds, played hide and seek with me. As I continued my walk home, it seemed to follow me around corners, up hills, and finally, right to my door, as though to say, “Good night. 1 had a delightful time walking you home!” Lena LaValley 19

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THE CHOICE The brook was peaceful in the summer sun, as the butterflies played kol- low-the-Leader above it, and the fish played hide-and-seek-within it. 1 he trees were asleep with their arms outstretched to the sky. As the sound ol a foot step was heard, the butterflies Hew away, and the fish swam to their home beneath the rocks. Oidy the trees stayed the same, still sleeping with their arms outstretched to the sky. The foot step was that of a beautiful girl who sat down on the banks of the brook, and gazed thoughtfully into it, whispering aloud, Maybe you can help me.” The brook made no reply, except to look at her as il to say, “Maybe I can.” She sat thinking which she should c hoose—Steve, whom she loved so dearly, or her parents. Should she respect their wishes enough not to marry him? Their reasons for not wanting her to marry were perfectly unreasonable: they always wanted her around to look after them in their old age or whenever they needed her; and her sister had been jilted. After all, that was no proof she would be jilted, too. Oh, how foolish they were! She loved them, but she loved Steve, too, so very much, and she couldn’t bear the thought ol life without him. She thought, “I could marry Steve, and 1 know we would be happy. But then my folks and I would always be enemies. They are like that—they never forgive when someone turns against their wishes. If 1 don’t marry Steve, I’ll have to stand by and see someone else take him from me, see someone else happy with him, and oh, dear God, I couldn’t stand that! Neither can I have my parents hate me.” These things passed through her mind, and a worried look was on her brow. What should she do? “Oh, dear God,” she prayed aloud, “Help me in this time of trouble.” She looked in her billfold at the pictures of Steve, and of her family. She kissed them both. Finally she laid the billfold on the bank of the brook; then, still clasping in her hand the pictures, she slipped slowly into the water. Her last words were, “Goodby, my loved ones, I hope I have made you all happy.” Then she saw the fish come out to play hide-and-seek; she saw the butter- flies come out to play follow-the-leader; she saw the trees asleep with their arms outstretched to the sky—she saw all this only because she was now a part of it. She was now as peaceful as the day. She had made her choice. Beverly Poland GRADUATION ft was early May. Every senior was getting ready for graduation and all the other students were waiting patiently for school to be out. Jill and Bob Parks came running into the house. Jill was a senior and Bob a junior at Rockwood High School. Jill exclaimed, “Mother I am so excited! I am Valedictorian, and Bob is going to be our Marshal at Graduation! Everyone was very happy that night at dinner. Mother and father were very proud of their daughter. The next night Jill had to go out to a meeting of her class. She left the house at 6:30, as the meeting was ter be held at the house of a friend, a ten-minute walk away, At 7:15 the phone rang. Jill’s mother went to answer. It was Sally, Jill’s friend. She asked, “Is Jill coming to the meeting to-night?” Mrs. Parks replied, “Yes, she left about an hour ago. Hasn't she got there yet?” At that moment the door bell rang and a policeman stepped in. Mrs. Parks said good-by to Sally, with a promise to call her back. 18

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OlIR TREES BEAUTY It was on a hot, dry, summer night When we noticed the forest all lighted bright We knew from the smoke it was burning down So we rushed to the phone to call into town. The men fought for days and days To put out the hot, burning blaze. After it had stopped and trees were burned flat, We look at our scenery, all scorched and black. The home of the animals, birds and bees, But missed most of all arc our beautiful trees. So remember next time when you see a tree l.ook at it carefully and enjoy its beauty. Geraldine Cushman EARLY SPRING I heard the brook as it tumbled free Between the snow-capped rocks; 1 heard the trill of the chickadees Among the dark pine tops. The sound of a squirrel’s chatter At a bluejay came to me; And I heard a woodpecker knocking On a hollow old dead tree. A warm breeze whispered through trees Snow sparkled under the sun’s bright glare, And I thought to myself, as I left the woods. That spring at last was here. Kent Martin A TEENAGER A teenager is a mixed-up kid. Of clumsy acts he can't get rid. Though parents never understand, We try to do the best we can. We play our music much too loud, Anti like to be a rocking crowd. They should remember their young tlays I think they’d find them like our ways. Margie Cox 1 strolled along the shore of the lake; The water was calm and still, The sun shining on it Made a beautiful sight. l)o we all enjoy the beauty In the things in life today? Or are we in such a hurry To be on our way That we can not stop to see What God has made for you and me? Kaye Ring EDUCATION Education isn't something We acquire over night. We go to school cause that's the rule, To try to learn things right. No learning problem we would have In this wide world of ours. If kids left Rock and Roll alone, And had more study hours. Christine Berry MV DOG My tlog is a mutt, And nothing else but; He acts and seems like a clown. His coat is like honey, He’s not worth much money, His forehead is creased in a frown. When neighbors come in, He makes such a din He barks like a hound on the trail; No lesson he learns, But affection he earns Simply by wagging his tail. Thurl Hutchins 20