Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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I A A wcoif ,vcnt .. ’•-iY o: o ti i , iju Brown, our chaporon, had- n t let us go 'll! tnrougn the house the first week. She said we would use just the downstairs, for since there were only twelve of us that would be re... enough. The house was 30 dirty that we had to start cleaning tiio very first thing after we arrived, instead or exploring arouno., Even though we were quite crowded fer sleeping quarters, we used only two rooms as bedrooms. Our cots certainly were crowded. The second week we started cleaning upstairs. -Vc were all ex- cited over which ro an we would have and who would sleep in the room with us, n;fc ',;orci plenty of repairs to be done. We girls did what we ccul- to . ix up things, . 0 papered the rooms that needed capering most .repL need windows the.t were broken, anai redecorated rooms. Nearly .11 of the doors squeaked; so we oiled them. There was one door that still squeaked, no matter how much we oiled it. x Jean, and I were given the room with the squeaky door it seemed th. t every time it was opened or chut it made more noise than the time before. , 'nc “iSfrk in July, ac I lay awake, I heard a squeaking noise, 1 scared, .»3 I turned and looked I could see tht the door was opening. There was no one coming in. I could see because the noon crone in the window and made the room light. This tine the door sounded like a mean, and as though it tried to talk. The next morning I sail nothing to the girls of what had hao- pc.icu. one night before, I did ask .'lies Brown, however, if we couldn't have a now do r put up in place of the old one, and she said that we I? r'A J--cn n-'; ;-°°r came, Betty and I tried to unscrew the hinges, but ohey were 00 oli and rusty that we couldn't even budge then. Tv o girls were sent dewn to the village to get a man to help us fix the c-cor. -men he arrived he started to take the old door off. What a .C .A11 nGVCr forSct itl After a while ho got the hinges off with a pinc.i bar. With all the squeaking and creaking noises, you'd have thought the house was going to fall down. The door really did talk .dA k nc least,we thought it was the door. What language we heard] Imucr the top hinge there was a little keyhole with a kov oushed way in it. we tri„.. the key , which turned easily. Then wo“pullod. A mass of planter and paper fclloff the wall and onto the floor. - twenty inch square doer swung open. There was a large hole in the wall which went through the ceiling into the attic. 1 hole there wa.s an old parret in a came. No wonder we hoard such talk! It was he that had been making all the noise 'n ;ea;. ox the doer. Boy i Were we relieved: To investigate further 'Y. into KrGUP° to cc-rch the attic and discover, if possible, c-i 1 -J - parrot had been put there. The man wont up first; then all - .is girls. When we reached the attic we saw the awfullcst losking •A -xiorc w-c no tcllin3 how l ng he h?.d been up there

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j.6.. Then if some snoopy warden oecs 'on ho won't know where we are. Our first stop will be Garrett's brook.'1 The boys tried the numerous brooks in the vicinity,without luck; and they I?,iu the poor luck to the fact, that it was quite early yot for suckers. Then Jin had an idoa. Gay[ Let's go down to the old mill. '.Vo should be able to got some oerch under there, anyway. Jin was right. There were fish under the old mill; and the boyc were intently pulling then In, when all of a sudlen they heard a noise like +.bnt cfa car doer being shut softly. Jog was scared stiff and whiscored to Jim. Whatta we gonna do now. It nuot be a warden- the way 'he's conin , so darn quiet. By this tine they caaId sec two figures , coning stealthily toward the mill. Folia no, Jin said quickly. Thorcfc more then one way out- ta this place. Propping the spoors, they fled into a pitch-black cavern. The floor was rotten, and covered with sawdust and chips. Once in their flight, Jin's foot wont through into the water, but he kept going. They wont up a flight of rickety old stairs and out into the night. They made the trie heme in record time that night. The next day , to the boyr-' chagrin, they found out that the twe feUcws they had seen the night before wore their friends , who were also fishing. Alton Lothian '48 THE SQ.UE. .KING DC OR In the town of Norton wo bought a house called the old Brenton place. It was built on toe of a hill just outside of the town. Yfher. we novel there in June, people would stare at ue and 'Whisper to each . other. One day a3 Jean and I were walking to the grocery store we heard aonc ladies say, I don't see why the Girl Scouts bought that spooky old olacc. They cay that there are ghosts in there, though I don't know that anyone ever actually saw a ghost thc-rc. There are- n't supposed to be such things as ghosts, but it does look mighty Jell, that's what scared me at first, though I t ought, .Vc shall be here just for this summer, and it doesn't 3cen that much can hooper, in such a short tine.

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16. Mine Brown had ug 3 .11 tho L -line, It was discovered that this nan didn't want anyone- to have inis lie ’no c , go ho put'the parrot there to scare the people aw ay. This tir.c it hadn't worked. The police took the parrot and the nan with thorn We lived in peace the rest of the summer at thc old Brenton place on the hill. Rosemary Jette '51 RECKLESS TOM AND HENRIETTA Well,young nan, and Just who do you think you are? The very idea, as if you didn't know how proud I was of r.y pansies, and you probably did it on purpose tool Some day I hope you wrap yourself around a telephone pole; it would serve you right. Why, if you were- n't so big, you lummox, I'd box your ears up pretty. If I were your mother I'd take you across my checkered apron and fix you up good,so you wouldn't want to plank yourself in that'junk', right away, any- way 1 You-you-ycu-------1 Tom did his beat to smother a grin as old Mrs, Smith sent one piercing dagger his way and with a sigh at the fate of her pansies, turned and walked briskly into the house. But if looks could kill Tom certainly would be hearing the angels sing. He turned around and with a quick salute Henrietta's way, started toward the house -whis- tling. You'd think a raking ever the coals like that would bother him a little, but net Ten, Yet he did wonder how he had hit the pansy bed and not the driveway. Maybe two ’wheels weren't as good as four, after all. On Tom's sixteenth birthday, with some money which an uncle had sent him,he had bought an old car. He and his pals had painted it and written all ever it. They christened it Henrietta , according to dire. Smith, the car didn't even have a chance for a ton minute cooling off period. Tom no sooner came hbno than ho was off with it again. She vowed she could hear the thing coning, five miles away, down tho road. For as long as could be remembered, she had a-grudge against Tom. He was the guy who used to put fishworms in her apron oockcts when she hung them on the washlinc Monday morning. He hadn't'been so bad the last few years,,but he mad. up for it every Hallowe'en. But lately since he'd get that junk pile she was beginning to think the.devil was after her. It was the noise of the thing that got her down. She wasn't too good at hearing anyway and this certainly would not do her any good. This is probably why she received a pair of ear plugs for Christmas last year. The next day after the terrible fate of the pansies, Mrs. ? -ian hoard a coughing and sputtering and looked up the road. In a clov . of dust ohe ceu.1 sec what was coming, and she immediately 'termed for the house; he’d just as 3oon do to her what he had done to her pansies. The reckless driver! Crash! Bang! She turned around