Abington High School - Oracle Yearbook (Abington, PA)

Page 20 text:

.fam sv2.m,,1aam .1 1'4 Pray that you never feel the terror of PURSUIT The crystalline snow sifted down to the forest below. It covered familiar spots with sheets of white, lying thick under the stark branches of the leafless trees, jumping up wherever there was even a hint of a spot where a drift might be formed. It burden- ed the pines with heavy loads, which oc- casionally fell to the floor underneath. All that night and the next day it snowed. On the evening of the second day the storm ceased. The pale moon which rose that night seemed cold and remote to a com- pletely changed world. A black spot, contrasting sharply with the alabaster mound at the base of the hemlock, quivered as a snowshoe rabbit tested the wind. Suddenly his Whole body tensed, for the wind which swept his back trail carried the taint of a weasel. The rab- bit choked back a feeling of panic, he knew as surely as he lived that even now a killer was stalking him. With a convulsive Spring he shook off the snow and leaped away. He' jumped high every now and then to look back but was soon lost to sight among the blackpillars of trees. Presently an elusive shadow slipped after him. After a few hundred yards the hare stopped to test the wind again. Still came the dreaded killer's scent, stronger now and more terrifying. He spurted on, side- jumping and back-tracking frantically. Farther back, the weasel still hung grim- ly to the spoor of his prey, his lithe whip- cord body undulating as he followed. His beady eyes were shot with blood and lust and excitement of the kill. The rabbit was tiring rapidly now, and the weasel began to gain. The rabbit glanced behind, and, seeing the slinking form coming faster, made a last hysterical effort to escape, but to no avail. Swiftly forward bounded his pursuer. As the vicious looking, diamond- shaped head darted in with a lightning feint to avoid the lunging back-teeth of the rodent, the merciful snow hushed a death scream while the weasel's teeth met in the throat of his victim. About a hundred feet distant the top of a tall stump took wings and glided silently toward the strangled sound. Great yellow eyes distinguished a sinuous animal tear- ing at a still form lying in the snow. Soft feathers gave no warning when the eagle dropped. Hunting was good that night. RICHARD WEPPNER, '52 L? THELMA KALEN, '51

Page 19 text:

the tiny stove and partake of the humble food, they smile once more, and as they smile, the shadow seems to lift from the entire towng once again friend greets friend and the warm, glorious carols ring out across the now moonlit snow. The fes- tive trees, drooping before under the fore- boding silence, stretch their scented green- ness toward the very roofs of the city. The people throw off their lethargy to re- plenish the yuletide fires, which have sunk 14644314716-4-6040! A silvery carol rings On the wy air of night, Perhaps an angel sings A song of his delight. A. willing song of gladness Melodiously swells, Annihilating sadfness In hearts where sorrow dwells. The music on the frosty air Awakes the qwiet morn, And joyous carols everywhere Proelaim that Christ is born. BARBARA FLOWER, '51 THELMA KALEN, '51 N WIC...- N1 ill to hardly glowing embers. I But though the homes are once more bright and cheerful, and the spirit of glad- ness once more reigns supreme-one and then another of the people shudders as though feeling some deathly, far-off chill. They will a long time remember when the shadows of their own greed and self-satis faction almost smothered the fires of Christmas. CAROLYN CLARK, '51 rqcloaanuu '7a, ehaidc Three wise men of old followed a star- And found a King. They knelt and adored Himg Gold, franhincense, and myrrh Were their offering. H e was an infant, But they saw His divinity 5 The stable was rough and unclean, But they saw His beauty. Mary bore- Him to the world That crucified Him. The heavens proclaimed His holy birth While J oseph, a humble man, Poured music from his heart. Christ the King was born. NANCY KERR, '51 M p . , , i y F 0 Q fp -V iq X . b 1, y FA E Vi ayl' Q V. j l mmf! -A

Page 21 text:

BETTY STADELMEIER, '51 ik 144 UMW See W4 It all started so suddenly. They had been happy and peaceful for such a long time, but now look at them! They're terrorized. Some of them have been wounded and others killed so that they don 't dare come out during the day at all. But it 's only recently that it all began. Just such a short time ago they had noth- ing to Worry about except obtaining food, and even that wasn't much of a problem because the food was there aplenty during the fall. The days seemed sunny and time went rapidly when suddenly-it came! It was very early on the morning of November iirst. One of them had gotten up and gone out for a look around. As he glanced down, he spied a hideous monster clutching something long and shiny. This creature apparently didn't see him, so he sat there, terror stricken, and Watched the giant as it lumbered along. After a little While, this monster turned around and started for him. Then it was looking right at him. It was too late to rung therefore the only thing to do was freeze and hope the monster Wouldn't see him. The creature suddenly stopped and raised the long shiny object it carried. There was a thunderous explosion, fol- lowed by a hush as some leaves spattered down. A hot, piercing pain shot through the one who Was hiding. He staggered. No, he couldnit fall, he must get back home. Painfully he made his Way back, crawled through the door, and fell sense- less to the iioor. When he came to, darkness had settled down, and With it the monster had ap- parently-left. He wondered just how soon the terror would return. Well, at least there was one compensation, those big creatures Wouldn 't be able to climb up to his house. He licked his wounded shoulder and shuddered with fright. It 's terrible to be a squirrel during hunting season. ANDRE BOISSEVAIN, '51