Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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12. By this time Richard hadn't the faintest notion what the whole bung was about. He blurted out that he was Richard Greene, her nephew Aunt Dlnan was furious to find that her only nephew had tried to win her favor by letting someone else take his place, for she thought he snould have considered it an honor to spend a week-end with her. Some- how the news got around about the ther engagement . The aunt said she was glad she had discovered what Richard was like before she made her will, for the principal reason why she had invited him wasto see whether or not she might conside» him capable of taking care of her wealth properly, after she had finished with it. A few years later when John married Irene Foster , Mrs. French gave them her beautiful mansion as a wedding present. It was also rumored that most of her money and property was willed to Mr. and Mrs. John Smith. Wanda West '40 The Irony of Fate Chet Foster leaned out and reached for the telephone. Hello , he said. What. Trouble over at the chicken house? I'll be right over.. It was a very depressed Chet that drew on his clothes. He had worked hard all day trying to keep the rising flood waters from carrying away the chicken houses, and now at eleven, in a high wind, he was called to duty again. Well, anyway , thought Chet, what chance has a fellow on a chicken farm? For two years he had worked , for none too high wages, wuthout a sign of promotion, and now his four year old son was sick with pneumonia and his devoted wife nearly exhausted from work and worry. The doctor had said that Sonny Boy's chances were one in a thousand. Chet kissed his wife and took one look- perhaps his last in this world - at his son, and slioDed out the door. ’When he reached the chicken house in a boat, he found about half »he chickens dead and the water rising steadily. One wall was buckled and the other badly washed. The only possible chance of saving the chick- ens was to put them in bags and carrv them to higher ground. The electric lights had long since been out, the wires broken bv the weight of fallen trees. The only light Chet had was a five cell flashlight. The climax of Sonny Boy's sickness was drawing near. His wife was carefully following the doctor's orders, but little did it matter for only Providence could save the life of Chet's little boy. meanwhile, Chet struggled to save the chickens. The hurricane had abated somewhat, and he was en route to the building on higher land with his last load of feathered freightjfchen he would go back to his home, his wife, and his sick son. After safely depositing his chickens on high land, Chet started home. He had reached the road in front of his home, content with the thought of having saved as many chickens as possible, when his foot caught on something. He took one step. There was a blinding flash of blue, and Shet dropped in his tracks, his foot in- twined in a high voltage wire.

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13. Sonny Boy got well, but Chet was found, the next morning by his wife. This was only one of many deaths caused by a hurricane which swept New England in September,1938. Winston Pierce '39 h» h» ■ • • • ■ Sold - In Cottonwood Valley It was a nice warm May day with just enough breeze to make it com- fortable. Two of the oldest prospectors in the section were making their way down a beautiful little valley. Look, Hank , said Lem Jones. Thar she lays, and just look at that dum brook. If it don 't give us all the gold we want. I'll miss my guess. As the two grizzled old men made their way down into the valley, Lem growled again in his gruff voice, Tarnation, Hank, I'm getting hungry, ain't you? HUh-huh , grunted Hank. Shet your dum trap, and take the packs off them mules, while I go and see if thars any gold in that thar brook. Lem obediently began to take the packs from the mules and was lay- ( ing them on the ground when Hank Seloreeched , Lem, it's here; it s here. And he began furiously to pan the gravel in the bottom of the brook. Lem promptly forgetting what he was d ing, galloped over to the brook where $ank was fairly making the water and gravel fly. Cosh' , sajcd Hank, this is even better than the Silver Knife strike,back in '69. Hank, if you wouldn't talk so much, we could and would prove if thare's as much gold in here as it shows', said Lem disgustedly. It was crawling along toward dark, the food supplies were low, and they were very hungry. Hank, after it was so dark they could no longer see, straightened his aching back and said to the other,Lem, you lignt out for town now gor some more grub , while I stay here and guard this place. You had also better take keer that you donH get drunk, and spill all this about our luck. So early the next morning,Lem started for the nearest town,which was about twenty-five miles away.While he was loafing along he tried to think () of an alibi” for coming to town instead of coming for food. I 11 tell em , he said to himself, in case they get curious, that my pard. Hank, is f dead , and I'm going on to Nevady without him.That ought to satisfy em. There was just one thing still troubling Lem as he drove into town - the fact that he could have no liquor. The first person he met was the stage coach driver, who eyed him M suspiciously. 'Why, Lem, he said. Why,in heck, be you in town, all alone? Lem'then began to tell the story he had invented about his partner being dead. He told this with a few racking sobs to make it more convincing. Then bidding the driver a sobbing good-bye, he walked slowly past the saloon to the general store owned by John Whitly.And his thoughts were far from being on his dead partner .