Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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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.

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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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a. Then he had arvath;r olan. o d iust o his, era- 1 in through -.window, 'look’it over furrtiture it v:as sure to V hiq. to a housett h esemblcd , and if it contained his ho cnose a nouse near the middle of the block, raised a side win- dov, .r.nd staroed to slide in head first,, He was nearly in when ho olippoc, %a snoved his face into a bowl of goldfish.on a table about a foot from the floor. Ho stifled a cry of surprise and rolled away from the flopping fish. He got to his feet, took two dtoos trioood ov.r a low coffee table cad rammed his head into a radio. He got dazedly to his feet, startled by a scream from the second floor. H-A-R- 0-L-L-D-DI I Thcrefs someone downatai-raJ Oh-oh. Wrong house] groaned Mr. Mullins. He started for what hojsupposod wa3 the window and came to a door Instead , He opened it anyways and started through . Suddenly the bottom fell out of the floor and ho cartwheeled down a flight of stairs. His head camo In contact with something very solid at the bottom and he sank intor, blessed darkness. •. •• •- :• «• Mr. Mullins struggled to oocn his eyes. The light hurt so at first that ho decided to keep thorn closed a while longer. His eyes flew open immeadiatoly though, for he remembered that it had been dark when he fell down those stairs. His vision cleared somewhat and he was able to make out the horrifying truth. He was in .jail. Suddenly,he hoard footsteps and a bluecoatcd officer stood look- ing through the bars. So you're awake,huh? The iudgo'll see ya now. he said curtly. Mr. Mullins get dazedly to his feet and followed the officer. If I Ivor git oot o' this woeth no skeen. I'll shurc an' be loolcy. he Groaned ailonty to himself. And if1 n I Ivor take anoothcr bloomin' drink ageen, I hope I choke, I do. Guy Towle '4f JUNIOR HIGH PRODUCTIONS . . • ONE WEEK TOO EARLY One bright morning, very early, Bob wig looking at the calendar to see when deer s;nson started. Then he called, lion, may I call up Pete, and ask him to go hunting with me? Yes, answered his mother. So Bob went to the telephone. Ring-a-ling, went the telephone. Number, please, said central. Two ring six, said Bob,