Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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9. Tr.at nig.it the boys gst ready early and Joe walked over to the fija with ?oa. Everyone was looking foreward to the contest between Fete and Com. The referee made both boys understand that it ..as to be a fair f iglit. •Then om and Pete got in the ring, the olace rang with cheers end then quieted suddenly as the whistle ble',7. In the first round the fight v?as very close. 3ut in the second round Pete, determined to win, tripped Pom and the strict referee called the bout. Pete was in a rage and Pern did 't like it either because it did- n't settle the thing that had to be settled. '•Then they had gone to the locker room, Joe, having a hunch th t something -vac going on, ’.vent into the looker room and sure enough,Pete and Tom were finishing it up. 1 Stand back, kid, Tom muttered when he saw Joe's lc k. keep out of this. 3o Joe did oven if it was hard. But someone else had conceived the same idea that Joe did- hr. Harder, the boy's club leader. There was supposed to bo no fighting in the gym outside of the ring. That was a strictly kept rule and when hr. 3ardcr saw the fight,he asked, '.That's going on here? The boys shot a glance at hr. Harder but went back to their fight quickly, Haven't you boys read the rule book that's been around hcret hr. Harder asked. You shall both bo suspended from the club for two months. Yes,sir, said Tom, for the fight was over now. But ' etc didn't know a thing that -as happening. He was out cold. lladeline Jette '5C THE LITTLE SCAN It wae one of tlvase lazy days in late July. The sun was warm a- gair.st my back, and somewhere near me a fly buzzed persistently. I reached out with ay foot and kicked a rock over, tingling with excite- ment as it unbled over the ledge, hen I examined the place where the

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v - jy ; Vs '' STORIES RULES AMD REGULATIONS x L - SS 5S?4T?a ni ht. hell°' r°m’ Joe wh0°Ped- 1,1 didn’t expect to see you to- «‘Ws. 2 7oS d°Stra thou£ht!ePHe1reStirLq te-differ8r't from ’',hen 1 there. I™ sanior at Carlton High chool Ho°Sid l”f,yrear? I»0 ’ ”hen he was a and very much a trouble Ser w Pete Lawfo«f a big, husky boy, of high school. rjlJie mauer had been competing since the first days Club . It was the first and Pete and Tom were both lookingefor6the j box° ngf matches 'Vhy, IAtci°hbeat yo ith o Ued ndh£'b3f.V“ 101 TO«ld. Slnce 'hsn? Iom •« « . I'd like to see the day when you were sa ■ wuc u.ay wnen yoi ’Itelndeiaintrhih?°nethlnS and 3°»= pretty rash things though?1 zsvt-'j everyone SSTsWS.40 the ■t- .ore ea tteedtfSniSv° CSoitlntEL eorSrSSS.hUm”inE “d « «• Tden the day of the tournament cane. The air buzzed with excite , nenb and none of the boys could keep their minds on school- ork “£i t-- y thought about was the fight. ll whole thin ithoLb tSen' he •vas very excited about the °‘ e tnin8 aitiiough he was rather scared about Tom.

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r dc V’C. lain ao long, I noticed it w,.c tiny insect village. Little jcija'i -vers interwoven over its surface and every so of’c-cr. a holo i.- jj oux rov ed into the earth and formed a little tunnel. Jnconsciousl rj X ‘be'T.n smoothing the little oaths and filling in the holes with rr forefinrer. This gave me a feeling of satisfaction in v hicn I indul ocl for a while. But suddenly I felt a share main and pulled oac.: rr.y hand in treat surprise. I discovered a tiny stream of blooa floeing -to the little cafcaus of my fingerprint, and a bumo Y as already begm- nilg to rise . This promised to be very sore. Ouch, I deefsod aloud, I have been bitten, and I shall seek my revenge. I laughed a minute at the melodrama in my statement, and I niched uo a share stone and quickly crushed the little ant. Suddenly I turned for no apparent reason, and saw a little man beside me. He criea out inouisivoly at me, Oh, but you shouldn’t have. I looked down in amazement ne. 'Ho was no larger than your uniform of exquisite tailoring, the sun. He looked at me again n’t have. at the statc-ly little fellow watching lit Me finacr, and he wore a trim green with buttons that shone like the rays o and repeated softly, Oh, but you shoul '•Thy not? I demanded angrily. He bit me! Phat is it to you? 7ho are you anyway? ky name is Security, said the little man. It is for me that men desire hemes. It Is for me that men fight for their hones,and » added, it is for ne that they die for their homes. he looked o.,rnD3t- 1-r at the insect and turned challongingly back to me, He was but -an insect, I erica, a tiny insect, an ant, and this is my land. Ind his ho 10, reminded the little man. He had made his home her and his community. He built his roads and raised his family, md you, said the little man, erased it all. Do you blame him for biting you. For fighting for his home and security? Wouldn’t you. have done the same The- sun was warm against my back, but I shivered, Wouldn’t I hav done the same? I out the finger in my mouth and licked my wound. I «. tho :ght for a long tine. If 1 could but bring the poor tiling back to life - - But I couldn’t. The ant was dead, and I had killed it. I could only pick it up, poke a little hole in the sand ana cover it ten- derly. This I did and I turned eagerly toward the little man. But the little man was gone. Jane Gates ’48 All UNBX UCTED BATH IN JANUARY It was a nice winter day planned to go ukating on the in January. The boys of Jeffersonville river that night, if the moon v;a3 nice