Besse High School - Breeze Yearbook (Albion, ME)

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Oooh my leg hurts awful My arm too Where am I9 What happened? I can't re member lying dovsm here for a nap What's shining in my eyes 'P Oh lt hurts to move Wish I knew what happened Last I remember I was gomg over to Kathy's house I know now I must have fallen Well I ll cont1nue on my way now Ow' that hurts' I guess I ll have to lie here until the pain 1n my leg goes away That light it hurts my eyes What is it anyway? Pieces of glass but why so bright? I wish someb0dy'd come along and help me That glass is going to drive me crazy and what is that ringing sound I hear so plainly? Somebody's radio is playing awfully loud what horrible music' How am going to stand up? W1ll lt do me any good to scream? I just can't stand it any more, with that noise 1n my ears and the reflection from that glass shining 1n my eyes Won't somebody please help me 'P I know I can pray for in the darkest hour He will listen Dear God please help me in my turmoil and bring me back home again If the time has come for me to Joln You in heaven please let it come quickly without pain Please Amen ' I wonder how long I've been lying here Hours I guess What's that sound? It' coming closer and closer A motorist? Will he see me '7 He's stopping Thank heaven Somebody's found me at last And who's to receive my gratutude '7 Thank Thee God for answering my prayer Carolyn Fowler '56 A Thnllmg Experience fall shortly after the f1rst snowfall It was a chilly day but a good one for tracklng deer Tim had his 30 30 Winchester rifle his father had given him on his last birthday I had a shotgun that I had borrowed from a fr1end We had been hunting all morning but had not seen any signs of deer We did, however See a rabbit but it wasn't rabbit hunting season yet About 3 30 several shots rang out just ahead 01 us We Jumped into the brush thinking that it was someone shoot1ng at a deer and that he might chase the deer our way We had only to wait a few seconds when a man raced past us and down the narrow wood road The man had a machine gun I thought he had a mighty powerful gun for deer hunting In a few more seconds two more men came up the path one was a sher1ff the other his deputy The sheriff told us that the f1rst man was an escaped conv1ct The sheriff said we could help h1m if we could show h1m the way to go through the woods and try to head off the convict We said that we knew the woods around these parts and we knew of an abandoned shack up the hills where the convict would likely stay unt1l things cooled off a bit The sher1ff said to lead the way to the shack We did When we got near the shack we saw smoke coming out of the chimney so we knew the convict was there Tim and the sheriff stayed there to attract the conv1ct's attention by shooting IH the air wh1le the deputy and I made our way around in back of the shack The deputy went to the back door kicked it open and told the convict to drop his gun The deputy took another step and one of his feet went through a rotten board in the floor The convict was about to shoot the deputy when I yelled Drop that gun' He dropped lt By this time the sheriff and Tim had reached the cab1n The sher1ff took custody of the convlct and I said that it was time Tim and I were getting along home We got many thanks from the sher1ff and h1s deputy On the way home we saw a deer too far away for me to h1t w1th my shotgun but Tim got him with his rifle So I wasn't the only hero of the day Clayton Mason 56 53 ' ' 1 - . , - I ' . Y ' ! - . , I ' - - A . . ' I l ' I . . I ' - l A ' , ' ' . I ' I 1 U 1 ' I - ,, . . . , , I Q . , . . , . . . ! I ' . , . . s u u . n , ' ll ' - Q 1 ' ll O I . Tim Brown, a friend and classmate of mine, went deer hunting with me one day last , . . ' Q 9 ' . , . , . ' ll ' , . . 2 Y l

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,Iuvemle Delinquency Juven1le del1nquency 1S someth1ng that most people don't th1nk too much about When people do th1nk of Juvemle delmquents they usually thank of boys who come from slum areas of the Clty These people bel1eve that 11' a ch1ld 16 g1ven a congemal home and good env1ronment he w11l turn out to be a n1ce young man Tl'11S op1n1on however 1S somewhat wrong for almost one half of the Juvemle delmquents come from well to do homes w1th dot1ng parents For 1nstance Sammy Sm1th a young boy who l1VeS down the street from us has a n1ce home There 1sn't anythmg h1s parents wouldn't do for h1m but yet he runs around w1th the wlldest gang 1n town It certa1nly 1sn't money he needs' Then what could lt be 'P Maybe 1t'S affect1on and understand1ng for there must be some reason for h1s wayward ness D1d you know that 1n the last f1ve years Juvenxle del1nquency has lncreased 45911 and that 1f lt keeps 1ncreas1ng at thls rate that by 1960 there w1ll be Z 000 O00 Juvenlle de l1quents annually 'P If people could only real1ze the enorrruty of these startl1ng facts they wouldn't just shrug the1r shoulders and say What 15 th1s younger generat1on com1ng to'P o Why don't the P0l1Ce do somethmg about 1t'P The pol1ce alone can't decrease Juvemle de11n quency In order to prevent these Juverule atroc1t1es people must study the cause to de termlne the cure In many Juvemle cases lt has been found thet the teen ager has been exposed to un favorable c0nd1t10ns at home We bel1eve that the tra1n1ng 1n the home 1S the prlmary factor that 1nfluences the cluld The parents therefore should do the1r utmost to help the1r ch1ldren EdUCat1On or money alone doesn't make a good home Parents understand 1ng love and humor are necessary elements Parents should g1ve the1r ch1ldren what Perhaps 1f a parent had to pay for the damage caused by h1s ch1ldren he would make more of an effort to be a good parent Th1s pressure would be most apt to make the par ents keep a closer eye on the klnd of fun the1r chlldren enjoy Act1v1t1es are good for teen agers tak1ng up the1r m1nd and extra t1me For th1s reason much effort should be g1ven to C1V1C school, and church organ1zat1ons Wh1Ch pro v1de worthwh1le programs for youth If more law ab1d1ng c1t1zens 1n every commumty would co operate and do the1r part there 1S no reason why Juven11e dehnquency can't reduced Just remember cr1me IS as catchlng as the measles and unless someth1ng 1S done to op th1s dreadful d1sease your teen ager may be the next one to become 1nfected Maxlne Hardlng 56 Audrey Drake 5 My Darkest Hour What a wonderful day' What shall I do to absorb the sunshlne and fresh a1r 'P I know I haven't v1s1ted my frxend, Kathy Green for qu1te a wh1le I guess I w1ll b1ke over to pay her a V1S1t The weather was so 1nv1gorat1ng that I started to peddle my b1ke as fast as I could Oh what a beaut1ful day' I could r1de on l1ke th1s for hours Boy there IS that steep h1ll that I just love to coast down I wlll be able to coast for hours Whee I must be travel1ng about 50 It's a good thlng no cop's around he d arrest me for speedmg' Oh oh' I've never notlced that rut 1n the road before I wonder how It got ther I hope I can m1ss lt but gee how can I'P It runs the whole length of the road scared What shall I do 'P Shall I apply my brakes or keep r1ght on coast1ng P I guess I w11l apply my brakes fl appl1ed my brakes and as I d1d th1s I lost control of the handle bars D Oh oh, I'm go1ng to fall I hope I don't scar my new b1CyCle or break a leg 52 O O . , . , . , - 9 . . . , . - . .... . , , . . - . , . . . . . T . . , . - - . . . , , , . . . . they need and not always what they desire. . . . - , . . . . h . - . , . . . . be , . . . . . st ' ' - ' - . . I ' 6 , . . ' , , , - . . . . , . ' 2 I ' u 9 ' I . 1 . l ' . ' L' Q I 1 1 1 - V Urn ' ' 1 I a '

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A Squirrel, A Bov And The Boy s Parents There lived a young boy named T1m He was ten years old and lived with his parents on the outskirts of a small town called Diablo This boy had a great love for wild animals and birds He used to go to the woods every day to watch the birds and animals to hunt for different types of and odd shaped shells He would take them up to his room and place them on his desk in anything that would hold them After a while his room got all cluttered up with his precious articles When his mother saw that his room was filling fast with what she called Junk she be came angry and told Tim that he would have to take his Junk out doors But Tim didn like the idea of having to move his precious articles out doors One day while T1m was on his daily walk he came upon a large mass of rocks f course Tim had to see what was on the other side of these rocks What do you think he found'7 A cave And he decided then and there that this was the place for him to bring collection After he had moved all of his belongings into the cave he set out for home On the path leadmg to his house he spotted one of his little fr1ends lying on the ground suffering from great pain When he reached his friend he saw that it had a broken leg Tim went quickly to work He cut a splinter from a small maple placed it on the wound and wrapped it up w1th h1s handkerchief He then picked up the squirrel and took it to his room where he nursed it until it was strong enough to go back to its home in the woods One day about a month later Tim was on his way to the caxe when he spotted his friend up in a tree The squirrel acted very strange today it looked as though he wanted to tell Tim something He kept Jumping from one tree to another as if he wanted Tim to follow him Tim followed the squirrel deep into the forest Finally they came to a large hole that was filled with a lot of sparkling Jewels worth a lot of money With the money that he had found Tim set up a home for animals that had no one to care for them both wild and tame With the rest of the money Tim lived happily ever after Russell Hayward 56 The Intruder cross on another hill was built a great city From the living room of the lonely house she could distinguish the more important buildings There was the State House outlined against a background of skyscrapers Over here was a radio tower and oxer there granite statue in memorial to the dead At night only the highest buildings were visible amid the colored lights ln the day time the varicolored signs disappeared into the horizon She knew that late at night they would vanish too and suddenly the horizon would be left black and gray Now it was ten thirty and still the signs shone through the darkness Thty were com forting for they seemed to tell her that somewhere was someone and she was not tlone She wasn't alone really Tucked in their beds upstairs were her three children The telephone was not far away The music and chatter of the Saturday night Jamboree came gaily from the radio at her elbow But somehow she couldn't relax Then in a moment she knew why Someone was outside the glass door Something had moved outside there in the dark She was scared She didn t moye She thought I m sitting right beside the door He can see into the room but he can't see me He moved she didn t She couldnt move shc was too weak B sides if she moy ed he d see her She could scream but the nearest house was almost a mile away lf she could get to the telephone' But it was on the other s de of thc room and she'd have to pass the door to reach it If she could get to the children' The stairs were beside the door What could she do'7 He was right at the door now trying to open it She knew if she didn't open it tor him he d break it Quietly she turned her head and saw him Oh what a sight' But not hor rible at all for you see he was a dgg Shirley Barton 56 54 a 9 t , . . , 7 . . . , . , ' ' ' ' ' vl' ll - , ' ' ' Il I ' ' It . . . . I O . , ' ' ' ' his , . ! l . , , , . . , . 1 I I , . I I , I . Y . . X k . I The house was built on the side of a steep hill overlooking a large village. Miles a- . 2 ' , ' . ' ' ' , a V ' I I - . , . . , , E . - r ' A 1 . I V I, , 1. , . . . . , . ' ll v , ' I ' V v , 1 f . ln- ' ' . I , . I ' I - 1 , . . . , - . , . . 1 , . ' 1