Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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The fanners with their tingling hell The children with their sleds; The snow is piled upon the road, Almost over their heads. ,7hen the children on their way Are full of pep and cheer, .Then you hear the chirping birds, you'll know that spring is here. , 7e're thankful to be Vermonters Up where the blue skies smile. Back to the home of my childhood, That's where I'm going a ’while. Home to the hills of Vermont And familiar paths once trod. Beyond the dim valley of depres- sion. To behold the uplands of God. Helen Towle '43 f- t ’ • V- Our Government Last winter , twenty-six pupils from the Franklin High School rode to Montpelier to visit the legislature. There we saw Governor '.Tills who gave each of us a card on which was printed his picture, his signature, and a picture of the capitol. Then Governor '.7ills spoke to the many pupils who were visiting the legislature on that day, about the making of our government. He told us that the government was male up of the people, for the people, by the people . He also told us that we are very lucky people, for we live in a free land, and are free to do what we feel like doing.If we want to go to a movie, hear a concert, , play the radio, or listen to a lecture, we may do so, without being told what to listen to,or what movie to attend. '.7e can think and say what we please without a spy's reporting to some officer what we are doing. If we wish to think out loud, it can be done without fear of being shot. 77e have a strong government made uo of the good citizens of the Unites States. V7e should do our part to keep the government strong, and abolish the chance for a dictator to step in and rule us , as has been done in many foreign countries. Here the farmer can grow any- thing without giving most of it to the government. '.7e are free from anything like that; and we always want to keep our country a free land as it is now,and as we hope it will be one hundred years from now, Bradley Martin '44 - ■ '» • ■ • ■»• ■ • • • • A Pet Calf One night,Melvin asked me to help him get a couple of calves, about a mile from town. He told me he would give me a dime. Of course, I thought it wasn't worth more than a dime - Just to lead a calf. First we went to the store, from where we rode all the way to the farm, arriving about 4:15 .

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7 In the pasture we chased the calves until we finally caught them; then we started home, Melvin had the hardest calf to lead. She would not start , and when she did start she would not stop. So we exchanged. This calf was something like a model T Ford, because I had to get in back and push, and when that didn’t work I had to get in front and pull. Then she would start all of a sudden and head for the bushed. '.Then we met a car she jumped into the ditch as far as possible ( pretty nice of her). About half way down quite a steep hill she flung me down and dragged me back up ( probably saying to herself, Come on up and try it again ).Meanwhile Melvin had reached the foot of the hill. I don't know-how I ever made the bend at the Bottom of the hill,After I passed Melvin she went fine until she started a war dance. This dance was not quite like the others because she went around in circles until I was so dizzy that I fell down. Then she stopped to look at me as if to say, Come on. Can’t you take it? V7e arrived home about 6:30 , and I tell you It was worth more than the dime I was given. I sometimes go over to Melvin's house and help him with the calves, and there she is. She'll look at me as if to say, '.7ant another ride ? Rene Durenleau ’ 45 Isolation A small, squat hut, crouching in the shade of a tall pine, the monarch of the forest, gives a picturesque scene. Its brown logs, chink- ed with clay, show signs of wind, rain, snow, and sleet. At one end stands a crude rock chimney from which a lazy whisp of smoke gets its view of the place. A pair of hides are stretched and placed on the wall near the door. A canoe, the trapper's way to civilization, is drawn up on the pebbly beach of the meandering stream. The stream flows close to the cabin and its gurgle and swish are the only sounds to be heard , except for the birds and the breeze which gently stirs the trees and flowers to a faint rustling. D. Gates '43 A Slight Uproar Miss Tabby sat neat the fireplace warming herself. She was pur- ring contentedly, having just satisfied her appetite with a saucer of warm milk. Now Miss Tabby°was a petted and pampered cat. '.That happened next much ruffled her feline dignity, T Into the room bounced a small, black, bright eyed spaniel, wiggling jumping, and rolling about. Being very angry at this intrusion into her peaceful domain. Miss Tabby stood up and emitted a long hiss. The puppy, deciding she wanted to play, jumped over to her and tried to nip her. This was too much for kitty. Humping her back so that every hair stood on end, she flew at the pup. '.Tondering what had happened he backed away, licking his poor little nose. As soon as he had backed into the kitchen, Miss Tabby resumed her position by the fire, and started smoothing down her ruffled fur and feelings. , ,. . Marjorie Ueld '44