Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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and has become widely known to musit lovers. WCAX, a radio station of Burlington, Vermont, has broadcast the Saturday evening concert for some years, This concert consists of the all state orchestra and nixed chorus On Friday evening the all stato band has its concert. Mr. Marble, a very young looking nan for his early sixties has listened, for 'several years, to the concerts. So this year he decided that he would go to see as well as hear the concert at first hand. Thus,when Saturday night came, Mr. Marble found himself progressing in- to the auditorium along with the crowd, as he didn't hurry abai t get- ting his ticket the only thing he ’ able to buy was a rush seat ticket. The rush seats were the bleachers which ran the length of the auditorium on either side. As he walked down the aisle, looking all the while for a vacant seat, he finally spotted one on the last bleacher, which was right next to the stage Well , he thought, I couldn't be any luckier about getting a reserved: seat. Then he maneuvered himself up to the vacant spot and sat patiently to wait for the concert to begin. When theJcurtains of the stage opened he could see very distinctly the members in tin orchestra. Feeling very contented, he listened to the first two selections which the orchestra played. After a big ap- plause had subsided, the conductor of the chorus took his stand and gave a motion for the singers to arise. Suddendly everyone around him stood up. So he stood up too, only to realize that no one except tho boys of the chorus were standing and that he was sitting among the performers themselves. Feeling ashamed and shocked, he sat down, partly frpn weakness and ment?.l disorders that we re creeping upon him. Not knowing how to got out, he remained through the two pieces which the boys sang, all the while trying to gather himself together.When finally their singing was over tho orchestra cone forth with more music, nearly putting him to sleep. Then the girls sang out in bril- liant feminine melody. But this peace wasn't to l?.st long. Next, both th boys and the girls of the chorus arose to sing; and Mr. Marble, by this time,.judged he would be relieved by a different seating plan. Realizing that the plank directly in front of him was vacant,he started 3lowly to maneuver himself to the edge , where he let himself down to the floor. Then he clawled behind tie bleachers to the hack of the room. From here Mr. Marble, with comfort of mind, took in the beautiful = ight of tie chorus and orchestra of both boys an A girls from call over the state of Vermont. The boys wore suits while the girls had on long evening iressea, ranging through all colors of th. rainbow. The violinists were'seated across the front of tte stage; so when they played the harmonious movement of their arms was an amazing sight to 3CC. x Next year it would be a reserve scat fer him. Sally Gates

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THE MUSIC FESTIVAL Each year a Music Festival Is held in Burlington. Schools do their test in full , No matter where they're from. Early in the morning , At about half-past ten , The big parade starts forming, Four thousand strong, and then - The drums begin to sound, And majorettes to strut . It's heard, the city round - The big bands' rut -a - tut . Early in the after-noon. The glee clubs start to sing. Within a Y.M.C.A. room Their voices clearly ring. At eight o'clock on Sr.ture.ay night The concert starts to play, Within the great Memorial Hall. So ends a wonderful day I . Kathleen Thibault '49 A CONFESSION I'm about to make a confession - Poetry writing's not my profession; But I'll try with all my might A very simple rhyme to write. Our teacher put us on the spot - A poem, by Monday - on the dot. This is getting very confusing. But to my mother it1 s quite amusing. My thoughts, dear friends, are in a huddle. For my mind is in a muddle; So I rues I've reached the endj While I'm still on the upward trend Robert Cyr '49 SPRING IS HERE Soring is here and time for fun. Time to get the spring's work done. The birds arc here, the buds are oi Things are growing, all about. It's time to rake the lawn up clam No time for pranks or actions mean. No time for play when there's work to do - Tasks for each one - me and you. Joyce Johnson '48 . •. . ••a:- ■ » . .3. V v '--to- -'■-a tV.-vu STORIES •if. '!• ■!-- RESERVED SEAT The Vermont Music Festival was I hold again this ye?.r on May the f• f:,hr 3ixth , and seventh. Through the years it has grown to bo a ’’. ,ryp,- [Vre affair with big numbers of high school students participata

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lc . THE MURDER OF MISS BLUE It was a warn day in the latter part of May - a perfect day for a baseball game Everyone was looking forward to the la st game or the season, scheduled for three o'clock that afternoon - Shadyside versus Kingston. That afternoon when Janes was going dovm the stairs, heading for the baseball field, ho saw Frank, a rival shortstop , talking to his (Janes' c )girl ; and he also sav; him hand her ocnct ing , probably his wallet,to keep until after the game, Janes was jealous of Frank , • and war coon seen combing hin out because of that little incident. Frank only laughed and told hin to think nothing of it. as I previously mentione I,Janos and Frank were rival short- stops for Shadyaide High School. For this reason and James's jealousy they never were very good friends. When the gone started Frank was playing short , while Janes sat on the bench. Early in the game,how- ever, when Frank was hit on the ankle by a swift ba.ll and had to be taken out of the game, Janes took hi3 place. In th.; last of the ninth, with the tying and winning runs ort bases, Janes walked up to bat. He could see everyone making a great fuss over Frank because he had hurt his ankle on the playing field. James thought that if he could drive in those runs he would get some atten- tion too. Janos, hovcvr, didn't drive in the runs, but he did walk to''land the s aede ? After a few extra in.ings .Shadyside beat Kingston with a score of eight to seven. The next day Mis a Blue, the geometry teacher was very kind to the boys because they had played so hard the day before. Instead of making them go to the blackboard and draw geometric figures, she went herself, asking questions on the proofs . Miss Blue was an elderly , gosd-naturod woman. Her hair had streaks of white, and her face was somewhat wrinkled by the years; but, nevertheless,there was a twinkling in her eyes , ohe had a smile for all. Miss Blue was nervous and had a habit of chewing the end of her pencil, pen, or whatever she might bo writing with. diftcr scho 1 everyone left but James, Nancy, Frank, and Tom- my. Frank went into Miss Blue's room to pick out a book to read, for the library was at the back of Miss Blue's room too, while the others were playing games in the main rocm. Suddendly, in the midst of joy anl laughter, the merry-makers hoard a terrifying scream. It cone from Miss Blue's room. They all jumped to their feet and hurried toward the s aund. As they entered Miss Blue's room they found her lying on the floor near her desk; and Frank stoid there,staring down at her . The 1-etor, who was summoned immediately, examined Miss Blue and announced hat she had been poisoned. They questioned Frank and found that Miss