Bainbridge Central High School - Echo Yearbook (Bainbridge, NY)

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The Lxttle Sunbeam I am a l1ttle sunbeam I have yellow ha1r dress and body I shme down on Boston everyday The people go sw1mm1ng and fxshmg when my famlly comes down They brmg back g1ant f1sh Just because of me Other people take sun baths from me One day I VlS1t8d a b1g house on the shore of the ocean People were v1s1t1ng on the lawn and d1dn't even not1ce me I was very sad I sh1ned my br1ghtest but they stxll talked In a l1ttle whxle I saw my fr1end the ramdrop He Sald that he would make the people not1ce He and a lot of others patted agamst the w1ndows of the house The people were fur1ous They p1cked up the1r blankets and cha1rs and started to run mto the house But I began to sh1ne and the people came out agam I was glad at last Then I started my long tr1p to the sun before It went behmd the clouds I sa1d goodbye to the flowers blrds and trees as I passed After the long Journey I reached the sun My fam1ly had already reached the sun and were eatmg I seated myself at Then I read the funmes m the Evemng Sun and went to bed Nancy Cralg 5th Grade My L1fe As a Pencll I was made 1n a factory Then I was put 1n a box and sent to a store In the store the man opened the box took me out, and put me on the counter In a few days a boy came and bought me for f1ve cents Then he took me to school 1n a n1ce penc1l box But then a horr1ble thmg happened the boy put me 1n a thmg that hurt me He turned and turned lt unt1l there was little left of me except the eraser After that the boy used what was left of me all the txme Then one day the boy could not f1nd me anywhere I was on the floor At n1ght the jamtor swept the floor and he swept me w1th the d1rt He put me ln the f1re, and that was the end of me' Cynthla Coe 6th Grade Grade One Mrs Hohrexter Thanksgwmg Day I d hxke on my b1ke On a day to play The weather IS cool I m glad there s no school I ll have turkey On Thanksglving Day Today I shall pray and play by Stephen Kumey I ' -1 1 Salesman What kind of car Teacher Harold, give the definition of home? would you like, madam, four, six or eight cylinders? Harold Home ls where part of the family waits until the others are through with the car Claudine 1-Couldnq I begin with one? the table made of clouds and took my pudding bowl and had fluffy white cloud pudding. 9 . - . . . 5 . . ' . . y . , . . I

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THE CASE OF THE RED SHOES Margaret Brown stood on the sidewalk in front of Kennedy's Loan Bank where she had been working for over two years, waiting for Steve her boyfriend. to come past in his new sedan to take her home. She stood first on one foot and then on the other, thinking blankety-blank-blank to the salesman who had sold her the pair of red shoes. They were so tight . Steve's car turned the corner and came towards her. He pulled up to the curb on the far side of the street, and she limped toward him. What's the trouble? asked Steve. Oh my shoes - if ever I wear these again, call the police. They are killing me 3 Pretty soon they reached her home. It was at the end of the street. Beyond was just fields and woods. The nearest house was a block away. She said goodbye, since Steve had to go to work and she would not see him until 8:30 the next morning when he came by to take her to work. She was alone, her folks were away visiting. She entered the house and her dog came slowly, almost crawling, past her into the living room. His head sagged, and he walked as though he were too tired to move yet he kept blocking her with his big body at every step as if he didn't wish her to come in. She turned and hooked the screen, something she'd never done before when she had come into the house alone. 'I'he dog acted so queerly and shook all over. Suddenly he growled, rolled to his side and a long shudder went through him. He was dead. She stared-terrified-and then she heard it- the creaking sound made by the bedroom door. Was it the draft from the hall? She rose - the telephone, she had to reach the telephone. But the telephone was in the hall - and the noise she heard was in the hall - a human footstep. The steps behind her were moving faster. Her eyes were rooted on the hook on the screen door. It looked like a monstrous iron crane to her, more complicated to unlock than the combin- ation of the big safe at the Loan Bank. A voice exploded behind her and the floor was suddenly a turn table swinging her stiff paralyzed body around to face the danger her back refused to take. She saw the gun first and then the hand that held it steady. She saw the pair of runover brown ox- fords, khaki pants splashed white with plaster, a tan sweater under a brown coat, a young face and a pair of mean glinting eyes. She told him to get out, but he only grinned at her. It was an ugly grin and his teeth were dirty. He wanted to know if her boyfriend was coming back. She lied and said yes. He forced her into the kitchen where she saw another man who had apparently just finished pulling the blinds and locking the back door. The other man was a mere boy but tough enough. He pushed her into a chair and held her so she could not budge. His hands were dirty and the size of hams. He tied her securely then went to the ice box and started dragging out food. After gorging them- selves with her mother's food and the contents of the bottles, they had in their pockets, they told what they were going to do. They were going to hold her prisoner and give her the privilege of having their company until the next morning when she was to open the bank for them. They had learned of her knowledge of the safe's combination thru her mother, her friendly mother who talked too much without knowing it. Her mother had thought this young man was only wondering where he could get water from a hose faucet. She had told him and also about Margaret and the safe with- out realizing it. So they had waited until her family left, then had come to the house, poisoned the dog with meat which didn't take effect until after he tried to warn her. She felt a million years older when the first streaks of light filtered thru the edges of the drawn blinds. Suddenly there was a peep, peep of Steve's horn. She had to send him away some- how? She went to the door while one man stood behind it holding the gun on her. Try- ing to act as natural as always, she called to Steve. He got out of the car and started towards her. She told him to go on because she'd spilled a ca.n of grease and didn't wish to hurry while she cleaned it up. He paused Jaerplexed at her crumpled appear- ance--and suddenly Marfaret, remembering and esperately hoping that he remem- bered also, thrust towar him a red shoe. The men gave her orders to comb her hair and straighten her clothes. Then they would pay a visit to the bank. They drove almost twenty blocks before they pulled ln- to the alleyway between the bank and a grocery store. She unlocked the door and felt two guns pushing her inside. She opened the safe and while one held a gun on her the other put the money into a bag. Suddenly they spun around. The scream of sirens rent the air--police burst in--and Margaret collapsed. Steve had remembered I ibut she hoped never to have to wear the red shoes againl. Ruth Roloson l+4L154,4q4LpL.444g4q4

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Kindergarten Stories A turkey was out in the yard. He saw some other turkeys. He said, Hello , They didn't say Hello , so he threw grass at them. Stephen DeClue A little goat saw his mother. He hid somewhere. His mother came in the barn. He went out. Then she came out. He played a little while and went back in the barn. Lewis Mills Two little children went out playing in the snow. They slid down the bank and got their suits all wet. Then they went in the house and played and ate their suppers. Grade Two Miss Hoffman I live in a brook I am quick No one can catch me On a hook. Carl Giles I live by the sea You can't catch me. Eleanor Craig I can read I can write I can smoke My daddy's pipe. Donald Amey I am an old man With a crutch in my hand I walk and I walk and I walk? Marcia Moore Elizabeth Hovey I am a pig When the sun goes down I dance a jig. Nancy Wilcox I live in the zoo But I can't bite you. Marvin Deats I live up high But no one can catch me Because they don't Have wings like I. Joan Straka Oh little bee Come talk to me. Your the finest bee there ever was For you can go buzz, buzz, buzz. Marvin Deats 1 ,, L Mrs. Vicary - George, dear, do you remember what Wordsworth said about daffodils? Lir. 'Jlcary - EIo. And v.'hat's the use of bothering when we pay a gardener? Llcirldge - I feel a draft. Josie S. - I wish to rent a horse.' Marg. E. - How long? Josie S. - The longest you've aQt, t ep will be five of us going. Liv. Blythe - What is a polygon? Hugh C. - It is a parrot which has just Sidney - what - has another war started? died.