Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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Ii. :nd toightv The boys asked Joe, ■Thy don’t you set v0Ur dad's truck and take us boys skating on the river tonight? v .Toll, Joe said, Dad may not like the idea. to aayfyesy0 . 4 ,,U “ hlB' ThSn h8'U br » « W»Ur Okey, Joe answered. That night when Joe had rounded up all of the older boys • ®LarteS lor bh® rivcr» which was one and one-half miles west of ' the town. Bob and Tom were riding in front with Joe. Cone on.Joe. speed it up. Bob urged, ' ° , ,.tou tbia isn’t my truck. If I smashed this truck, mother an . cu.d would never let me use it again. If it were mine I 'wouldn’t care, Joe replied, nor Snood01}?- ,To+ 3aVH T nt 6ot- there tonight- not tomor- Junk ii ?0 r t isn’t very fast for Ws junk. j, s r1' C Thj,t s a11 t ie more reson 'hy c shouldn't o Too fast. This truck is going to fall aart some day, the driver said. . . 'nc 11 thc back of the truck were hollft’in- and shouting to hurry so Joe kept going fastor, til they sailed. ‘1-rG ,G °ing fast enough now,boys? ' Joe hollg cd above the ongine• Can you go. any faster? No, guess not. Jell, maybe we'll ct there tonight, anyway, The boys in the bsk wore daredevils and thov sat on the ed c of the truck ready to ium? off when the truck stopped. The road followed thc river and Joe wanted to take the old road tat w nt off thc main road so they could stop at the old barn and ohu boys 'oul.i have a 'ood olace to put on their skates. Bob opened thc cab door ready to jum out. Joe slowed down a little but just as he swung off to the slderoad tooths old. barn, Bob •’io had thc door open, foil out, rolled in the snow to thc edge of too river, and fell in. Joe stooped thc truck and thc bovs heloed rull Bob out of the ri.ver. ( The river was about three feet from the edge of the road and was so thin in this soot that? Bob had broken •thfo' o .’hcn he landed on it.) The boys hurried Bob into the truck. :o left thc boys at thc river to skate while he took Bob home before he caught pneumonia. Well, Bob said as they neared home, that's the first time I ever took a bath in the river in January. Rosemary Jotte '51

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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

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A BAD NIGHT FOR ?IRk MULLINS The Mullins had ’ust mo ed inti the factory town of Bruns- f rd. They were a middled a o Irish couple who wc-re friendly and minded their own business. Mrs. ullin '03 about forty-five years of age, a quiet little woman who was an active member of the church and belonged to a num- ber of women's clubs. Hr. Mullins was a good-natured Irishman that could see a humorous side to almost any incident. He v;as a lover of poker and occasionally took a wee drink. Nov; the town of Bruns ford is a w ar town. It was built in a hurry and as cheaoly possible. The houses v;ere Jfcostly owned by the company and were rented to the employees. On every street, the houses were the same. This is a fact that confused Mr. Mullins very much. One warm night in June, about three months after the Mullins had moved to Brunsford, i'.r, Mullins went down to Clancey's for a game of cards with a few of his associates. Now, as he told it, the cards weren't running very well nG the boys were unusually free v;lth their drinks. Sometime between midnight and dawn, the boys decided they'd better start the journey home. Now,Mr. Mullins wasn’t really drunk. That is, not the way he looked at it. He co'Id still move under his own power; that is, to some extent; and his vision was fairly good,if ho were close enough and loo?.tcG long enough at the object he wanted to investigate. But all the same, he was slightly unst£dy. The boys got him through the door and and headed in the gen- eral direction of home which was five long blocks away. He started cut ov pickin'- one foot up and outtin it a little ah ?£L of his other one. This worked all right and he repeated this process for about four blocks which brought him to the head of his ovm strecty.vhere he reached for his handkerchief to wipe the mist from his eyes, As he nulled it out of his pocket, something metallic fell from his nocket and clattered to the sidewalk. This was all unobserved oy Mr. Mullins. Nov; to find his own home. He couldn't remember whether it was the fifth or sixth dov,n. He navigated the length of the street and os all was dark and all looked tho same, he was no better off tnan before. Then he had an idea. He would take his key ano. try it in all thc doors until ho found one that would fit. That aouse woula be h - This seemed like an excellent idea until he had searened his pocket and had failed to find a key. Ho lowered himself to the curb and began to do some hard thinking. 0 me dear ole wife'll scalp me shure if I donna corao in til daylight, he mourned to himself.