Farmington High School - Student Yearbook (Farmington, CT)

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. Mplul ,W Well, I am in kind of a hurry. All right, we'll go straight. Well, I'm glad that's settled, Sue put in. Once more they started on their way. The silence was even more heavy now because of the quarrel. Everyone was on edge. After traveling about two miles, Bob broke the quiet with, Say, Buddy, would you mind stopping at that farmhouse up ahead? I want to make a phone call to my wife. Sure, if you'll make it quick, answered Martin. . They came to a squeaking halt in front of a dismal looking, dimly lighted house. Bob jumped out of the car with, I'll be right back. He gave a qui.ck look over his shoulder as he was admitted into the house. This rain is getting on my nerves. Let's not just sit here with only the sound of the rain. We can at least have the radio on while you're not driving. As Sue said that, she snapped on the car radio and, as soon as the music filled the car, sighed with relief. Suddenly the music stopped and a voice was heard saying, We interrupt this pro- gram to bring you a special news bulletin. A mental patient from the state asylum escaped tonight. He is a homicidal maniac and is armed. He especially takes pleasure in killing female brunettes. Here is his description. He is--- Martin leaned forward and quickly snapped the radio off. Whew, thatis too scary for a night like this. Martin, that Bob acts very strangely. He Wouldn't tell us where he came from or what he does for a living, and he has spoken only a few words. And did you notice his eyes? I'll bet he's that escaped maniac. , You may be right, Sue. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I think that he is.' Let's not wait here. We have a good chance now to get away from him. He might kill us! All right. Martin started the motor and had gone about one hundred feet when they heard a loud noise and the rumble to the side of the road. Oh, nuts, a blowout! Of all the luck! And here comes Bob. I-Ie'll kill us for sure now because he's probably guessed that we know who he is. What were you trying to do? You weren't going off without me were you? Bob looked at them suspiciously. Oh, no. the others lied feebly. Never mind. I'd better get busy fixing that tire, Bob volunteered. You'd get all wet and dirty, Buddy. Give me the keys so I can get the spare tire. The keys? Martin asked suspiciously. Yes. I can't unlock the trunk without them. Unwillingly Martin handed the car keys to Bob, who took them with a sly glance at him and the striking brunette at his side. Once again silence reigned as Bob, without another word, unlocked the trunk com- partment, jacked up the car, and changed the tire. Suddenly he appeared at the left car door and order Martin to move over. Pm taking over now. Bob opened the door and forced his way in. He started the engine and they moved slowly down the wet road. The rain had dwindled to a drizzle, but no one noticed. What are you going to do to us ? Sue begged. Just have patience, lady, have patience. If you behave yourself, nothing will happen, he retorted. The car swerved suddenly into an even darker, more narrow country road, with woods on both sides, and just as suddenly came to a jerking stop. Why are you stopping here? asked Sue frightened. We're still a long way from Watertown. I know, lady, Come on, out with you two. Oh, you're not going to kill us, are you? I've got some money you can have. Don't worry, lady. Nothing's going to happen to you. HI should say it isn't. But I can't say the same thing for you. At this Martin snatched a long shining knife out of his breast pocket and thrust it into Bob's chest. Sue screamed, What are you doing? Don't get excited, Sue, Martin spoke slowly and softly now, and there was a far- away tone in his voice. I'll get to you. But first I just want a lock of your beautiful hair. It won't hurt. Just a lock of your beautiful hair. What, what is this? You don't know? I'm that man they were talking about on the radio tonight. I was hoping that you wouldn't hear it. That's why I didn't want the radio on. But then you fell right into my hands by suyslpxecting that Bob. It's too bad he had to come along. I really di n't want to hurt him. en I ill you, it won't hurt either. You're going to kill me? .oft , What else can I do? If I don't , you'll tell them where to find me. Your neck is so s .'

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, :Duv- iferafure THREE STRANGERS My gas is getting pretty low. I guess I'd better stop at that gas station ahead, thought Martin Scott, as he drove along the dreary , rain soaked roads of Massachusetts. Pulling into the all-night gas station he waited patiently for the attendant to come out to him. Hi, Mister, rotten night, isn't it? Sure is. I'll be glad to get home. Got much farther to go? 'Bout thirty miles. I'm headed for Jewelsvillef' You are? There's a young girl in the diner next door getting a cup of coffee who's headin' in that direction. How about givin' her a lift? She seems like a nice kid. Okay. I'l1 go in and ask her if she wants a ride. While I'm in there, will you check the water, oil and tires, please? Martin Scott walked quickly across the parking lot, dodging the puddles, into the all-night diner. He instantly spied the beautiful brunette seated at the end of the counter. Walking up to her he said politely, Pardon me, Miss. The gas attendant told me that you wanted a ride. I'm going as far as .Tewelsville. Oh, that would be wonderful. Pm going to Watertown, five miles this side of Jewelsvillef' Martin sat down on the stool beside her. Since we're going to be traveling together, we might as well get acquainted. I'm Martin Scott, a nylon salesman. We sell everything from parachutes to stockings. Well, I'm Sue Evans. Pm just a plain hoofer, singer, dancer, cigarette girl--I guess I've done about everything. Right now I'm on my way to Watertown where I've got a job waiting for me. I'll be singing at Jimmy's Place for awhile. Just then the door flew open and the gas station attendant shouted, Your car's ready, Mister. ' While Sue and Martin were turning up their coat collars and were preparing to leave, a short, dark complexioned man who had been sitting unnoticed in one of the booths, came towards them. . Say, Mister, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. I'm headed for Water- town, too. Would you have room to give me a lift? He spoke slowly in a low, rather gruff voice. His hat was dirty and water-spotted, and pulled down over his glassy, shifting eyes. Well, Martin hesitated and gave a questioning look at Sue, who nodded her head in approva . It's such a horrid night to be stuck here, Sue exclaimed. 'fl know how it is, Well,if you don't mind, I guess we have room for one more. The three moved silently to the car and started on the road to Watertovm, Sue sitting in front next to Martin and the stranger , in back. Say, Buddy, you didn't tell us your name. You didn't tell me yours either, the stranger retorted. Qh, we didn't, did we? I'm Martin Scott, a salesman and this is Miss Evans, a singer. ' Pm Bob, the stranger answered simply. What do you do for a living ? Sue inquired politely. Anything, he replied shortly. The ride continued in silence. The rain splashed against the windshield unceasingly. Its noise and the endless flip flop of the windshield wipers were the only audible sounds, except for the sound of the engine. This quiet is getting on my nerves, snapped Sue. Let's get some music or news on the radio. No, if you don't mind, I'd rather not have it on, answered Martin quickly . I can't concentrate on my driving with that thing going, and with this war news it's worse then ever. There's a turn up here a little way that I'm watching for anyway. Shortly Sue made out a group of large direction signs ahead of them. I think this is the turn you were looking for. Martin pulled over to the side of the road and the head- lights flashed their beams on the signs. It says, 'Watertown left' and also 'straight ahead, ' Sue stated. If we go straight, it takes us through the mountains. I don't know if I want to go that way tonight. It's a lot shorter, Mister. You'd better go straight. This was the first time that Bob had spoken since stating his name. I don't care if it is shorter, Martin answered quickly. On a night like this I don't want to go through the mountains. 'fl tell ya, Mister, you'll get there quicker if you go that way. It's a good road and I know a short cut that will cut off about five miles.

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v---,-v.JCl---swim.-..--... -fe-f-V----Y-W '- I He pressed his fingers around Sue's neck, but suddenly stopped at the sound of an approaching siren from a police car. There were gun shots, screams, and Martin fell to the ground. Are you all right, Miss? a policeman inquired. I think so. I'm a little confused though. How did you find us? 'Our detective in charge of this case phoned us at a farmhouse dovm the road That was Bob. And we thought he was the killer. No, Miss, this fellow lying here in the road was the maniac. FANTASY As I stand at my bedroom window, The forest looks black and still g But suddenly a light is seen Creeping behind the hill. It rises till it lights the sky, Making strange the objects below, Till the whole earth looks like fairyland, Displaying a wonderful show. I see a beautiful castle, With a high surrounding wallg And a sentry marching up and down, His duty to watch over all. A turret looms high above the earth, And sings as the wind doth blow, In the distance the tents of the soldiers, Are pitched in an orderly row. As I watch, the clouds begin to roll, And the moon to show its light, 1 As brighter becomes the darkened sky, My eyes discern familiar sights. My beautiful castle is only a barn, The turret--a silo of red, The many tents are sleeping cows, And oh, the sentry has fled! Juliette Wollenberg, ' 51 Marjorie Templeton, ' 51 SONG OF SPRING Silver little raindrops Bring forth a song of spring, As they join with robins In a joyful sing. The rain, it pitter patters, Beats out a rhythmic time The robins sing the chorus, The bluebell is the chime. The cricket is the alto And he chirps along, As the tenor peepfrog, Joins the merry song. The thunder is the big bass drum, The brooklet is the cymbal They all join in with harmony, Making a sounding timbrel. It is a song of springtime, Its tone so sweet and clear, Now, listen for this melody, For its one you'll want to he al' Carol Polsten, '51 THE BABYSITTER The babysitter has no easy task, For a harder job than hers I would not ask, She must work days and nights and weekends too, What else is a schoolgirl to do? The minute that I walk into the room The little boy runs toward me with the broomg He yells and squeals and shoots his gun with glee, By then he's made an Indian of me. We soon sit down to read a bedtime tale About old Reddy fox or Will the whale, Then after the story comes the nightly tub, And also comes an end to the day's hubbub. The prayers are said and he is tucked in bed, Soon only dreams are running through his head, The rest of the evening I must sit and wait, And hope that his parents won't be too late. Marjorie Templeton, ' 51