Dennysville High School - Dentonian Yearbook (Dennysville, ME)

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Who's Who fconcludedl About two oPc1ock his Fvisitorsu came. They were apprehended by the police who had secreted themselves within the hotel room. Now, all Henry had to do was listeni Sure enough, the Wvisitors' told overything.and the robbers were caught. . A ' The next morning Henry boarded the train to go home. He certainly had a Wtall storyn to tell everybody, for he had experienced a vacation he would never forget. Sylvia Hawkes '59 what is So Peachy? After what seems a long cold widtef, Spring comes in with e great big boom! Everyone seems so bright and cheeriul, They could go floating off to the moon. The little birds ere chirping, The sun is very warm. It is simply a peach of a day, For a nice long Hike no to Mount Tom. New the gleeiul grove has reached the top, what a hike it had seemed to be! But their effort has not been wasted, For there is still much for them to see. As they gaze, far down below them, There is much for them to see. Then a thought suddcnle'strikes them, How beautiful this evot can really be. So don't take sprinf, just for granted, Ltoo and think what besut it brings. For this would be a dull old world, Ii we never had e snridj. Caliste H. Burr 'S9 ADVICE Question not, but live and labor Till your goal be won, Helping every feeble neighbor, Seeking help from none. Life is mostly froth and bubbleg Two things stand like stone-- Kindness in anotheris trouble, Courage in your own. Anonymous '

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A , Wh0'S Wh0 fcontinuedl V Henry said, WI don't, but if you'll tell me, maybe I'll understand.W The men laughed. , 1 WIt is simp1e,0 said Henri, who was making smoke rings. Secming some. what im atient, Henry uttered. WOIU Q ' W Henri replied, jumping off the stool, WWe want you to do something for us. Here is all you have to do. ----- it nine o'clock tonight, I want you to deliver this briefcase to a man wearing a black trenchcoat. 'You will meet this man at the Cafe d'0r.n , WBut why?U asked Henry. 'I don't know what you're trying to make me do. I refuse.n . I I ' ' Henri shouted, HDaro you refuse, if I threaten to tell about your planning to leave J.J. Crandall, right at the time he feels you are rather indispensable to his business..?W - up V ' Henry looked down at the floor and said, All right, if you'1l not 'tell with a few more words of advice, Henry left. This was the day that he was to go fishing, but somehow he just cou1dn't go. He left with the brief- case for the Cafe d'Or. , I After his arrival, he sat at a table and waited. Soon he saw the man who was wearing a black trenehcoat come through the door, and directly to his table. The man sat down opposite Henry. A' - The usual salutation wav exchanged: WBonsoiroW 'h WComment alles-vous?W PTres bien, mcrci.n he decided to.make Henry's French vocabulary was 1imited,therefore, his exit, and hastened to say, NBon chance, eu rcvoir.U a hot bath, turned on the headline, MoneQLStolen from Montreal Bank. uickly Henry scanned the article and looked closely at the newsphotos. UO my! What have I done? What have I donefn he thought., Henry recognized Henri, for he was the banker. ' Henry hurried back to his hotel room. He took his television, and picked up his newspaper. There was what else could Henry do, but wait? But not long, for soon there was a knock on the door. He opened it just a crack, and suddenly there were three husky looking men inside his room. They asked him about the briefcase Apparently, the man who met Henry at the Cafe d'Or had received the wrong briefcase. Henry came to the conclusi n that Henri had tricked the man in the black coat. Henry couldn't tell the men anything, so they beat him, but not too seriously, and left. Immediately, Henry called the police, told them briefly the gituation, and asked them for protection because he knew that he would have qpme more Wvisitorsn. '

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THE PARTY UOne Nightn, as I was Nwalkingn, I dropped into this real cool teenage hangs out at the far end of town. As I walked in through the door I noticed there must have been WA Party Going On.n' There were two groups of teenagers. At one end' was a bunch of rea1'hepacats, at the other end was a group of Hsquaresn who had, WPrdb1ems.U-Thefhepncats were talking up a storm and playing the juke box full blast. There was one Wcool catn stepping it out to a lively tune called, HAt the Hop.U As I gazed around in amazement, they kept on WRee1ing In Rocking.W As I scratched my head in a thoughtful gesture, I thought it was only HMake Be1ieve.W Next as a cute petite girl took the floor, I knew she must be their, UQueen of the Hop.n Meanwhile, another group of 'hep-oats were at the other side of the room carrying on a most interesting conversation. As I got nearer, I could make out what they were saying. Wwhere were you the other night when we had that party?W The reply from one, NSplish-Splashn, I was taking a bath, how was I to know there was a party going on?U Another chimed in with Ulswas real cool Daddy-o.n The records kept playing HOver and Over and Over Again.N As it began to get late, one said, WI think it's about time we are breaking upg all you cats climb into my Wshotn and I'll drop youoff.at your home. On the way home, another souped-up old jalopy pulled up beside the Ushotn and went NBeep-Beepn, and off they went in a merry race. Racing madly down the drag strip, they thought of the UTeen Co mandments.N As they ended their usual but exciting evening, it was concluded that they had sure had Ha hunk of Heavenn but they must get Ndown to earth.U Calista M. Burr '59 WHAT A LIFE! Monday morning, I started for school. It was the same routine. First stop for Mrs. Grant who always says HGood morningn in a friendly way. I turned around and headed for school fdriving in a little more safe mannerl. On the way we picked up Donna and WCalisH who are always ready. Then we usually drop down around town for some little postal affairs and a few groceries. Then we may pick up a couple of schoolmates on the way to the school. I turned in the yard and drove up to the door. I climbed out, pulling the seat ahead. Donna and UCalisH climbed out with a grunt. I then drove to my parking place and turned off the motor. There was nothing on the radio, so I slowly trod into the school for another day. English first thing but I had no assignment. It was after midyear exams. I took my seat. Mrs. Phinney came in with a welcoming smile and blasted us with our dreaded assignment. It was a composition to write. The one thing I have always disliked. Oh well, I suppose it wouldnft bexmuch of a world if Udidn't want to'sU weren't done. The composition was to be different. Well, it did not worry me too much at the start. we had until Friday to do it. Thinking I had plenty of time, the days moved slowly past but they were sneaky, more sneaky than the day of midyear exams. I ' Place, home, time, twenty mdnutes to seven, Thursday night. My paper was to be passed in tomorrow, but I had no ideas what to write about, not any more' than a newsreporter at a women's club. In the other room a Uwesternn was in full swing. Then an idea hit me. It was something different. So I wrote it and you have just read it. Dwight N. Lund '59 '