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

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that I took so much care pressing, and who happens along at that moment? No one but my mother’s favorite cat! Just at the most tense moment of the mystery, I feel that furry tail brush by the back of my legs; and, wih a blood-curdling cry, I jump sky high. Or the cat brushes by, leaving behind a trail of white cat’s hair on those neatly pressed ski pants. It’s just at that moment I’d like to give him a swift kick, but mother dear is standing by as I cast that eat the evil eye. So he goes on nibbing against other legs and other ski-pants, and nothing is said or done. And, as cats usually do, lie’s living his full nine lives. Nadine Waterhouse, ’58 CHURCH BELLS l'he church bells are ringing; You can hear them loud and clear As they ring out the age-old message We all love to hear: “Come to church! Come to church!” Each Sunday of the year. Kaye Ring, ’58 HE LOVES US ALL Whether you’re big, whether you’re small. It makes no difference, God loves all. Whether you’re meek, whether you’re bold. Cod loves you better than you love gold. In the Bible you are told, That God loves all within His fold. Remember, when you kneel to pray, To say, ‘God help us not to stray.” MY CAR I have an old car, Which isn’t much good. The bumpers rattle; So does the hood. The fenders are bent, And the lights are quite low; The mulfler is gone. And the horn doesn’t blow. The motor’s not bad— It just skips quite a bit. And the gas doesn’t burn— It just runs right through it. But after all’s said and done. She’s still quite a ear, As long as you drive slow And don’t go very far. Dorothy Bean, ’59 17 Evon Gerrish, ’59

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was very possible because there was only about a quarter of an inch between the piston and cylinder. 1 was nearly ready to take the cylinder head off, but lirst I decided to try pulling it with my car. During this procedure the motor turned over. You may be wondering why 1 couldn’t crank it. Well, I must be truthful. 1 had left it in gear! Clinton Cushman, ’58 THE TAP ON THE WINDOW It was a cold night in the North. Snow had been falling since the day before, and everything was covered with a thick white blanket. Hidden away deep in a valley was a tiny cabin. The window had a cherry glow, and smoke spiraled from the chimney. It looked like a comforting shelter from the storm. Inside, a trapper was standing before a pot-bellied stove that was fairly red with heat. 1 he other trappers were a half hour late. As he listened to the wind howl and shriek around the little cabin, he moved closer to the stove. The trapper was really worried now. Suppose his friends were lost? And in this storm! Maybe he should go looking for them. He reached for his coat but decided against going. He would just get lost himself. Now the wind was a terrific gale which shook the cabin. Just then he heard a rap. “They’re here,” he thought. As he opened the door, a gust of wind blew in sifting snow around his feet. No one was there! “My imagination, he decided. As he walked back to the stove, he heard another rap, this time at the win- dow. He glanced at it, but saw nothing. The rapping continued about every two minutes. The trapper was becoming frantic. Finally a weird sound came through the cabin. It was a faint “O-oo-ee.” He grabbed his rifle and stool very tense as the sound came closer. Then the door burst open and in stumbled the trappers, red with cold. The first trapper asked, “Did you see anything tapping at the window?” “No, nothing but a branch from a fallen tree,” was the reply, “But didn’t you hear a strange noise?” The trapper asked wonderingly. “No, just us calling to you.” Carmen Martin, ’61 CATS ARE A NUISANCE! Believe you me, they are! That is, in my opinion. They have a way of always rubbing against me at the wrong time and “rubbing me the wrong way.” Either I’m watching a hair-raising mystery, or I’ve just put on my ski pants 16

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STUDENT COUNCIL Standing: Susan Hathaway, Burton Cole, Larry Burnham, Charles McAllister, Bodney Cross, Alan Farrington, Elaine Koskcla. Sitting: Leatriee Farnum, Mr. Jordan, Larry Whitman. Absent when picture was taken, Clin- ton Cushman. WINTER CARNIVAL QUEEN CANDIDATES Front to back: Leatriee Farnum, Geraldine Cushman, Beverly Poland, Kaye Ring, Nadine Waterhouse. 18 AT