Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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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

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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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:o a he c ra.j.- on owe v he? le, Tnis Irine tne t elepho no pole i v-ry poor job of try mr to i nor Henrietta v7 •••- ery it pole stood where just in tine t: sec Ten two wheels weren't enoug it was an.'. Henrietta di Veil, lMs time neither 3ut old ire. Smith still insists that v.henevcr it tnun.ors, To -rrd Henrietta arc off with a cloud of dustjso.a whore oif up there. 3hc can't help out wonder if there are telephone poles to climb up there, too. Joyce Johnson '48 • - - • - r • ■ E 3 S -i. Y ,7'!Y I 1.11 1. DOODLING heart I an .a locllo-bug. 'y drowsy fingers creep across ny scratch papers and even, alas, some cf ray assignments, leaving a tril of seemingly ridicu-ous rattle. DooHina is the hind of hobby that interests alike brilliant -. v- like Gilbert Einstein a : 1 stupid little girl- line ..re. Its p p- ul-ritv is aroba-;- Vac to the faejf that it can be done abstractly Slle ihe dni is,- 3 in Einstein's case, thinking of more inport ant thir “8 or ns in ire, is blank. It can be.-one whenever pencil mu o-er 4e since it is intended that no one, especially tne dloSor, will at dy «......, tnc ™unt of tine aa-1 ability you wish to invest is up t you. Tho simplest tine of doodling begin;: with a goose If you ren't handy at drawing them, I' .1 lone, you ?ons. physics napero, I have plenty of tner. ta.or-. t-ero -‘s tho bOi-inning of an exciting a . .venture. Studying + he ,oose e“ 1 have drawn, I decide that it rill be a lady. I draw rir Cf nice full line, a button nose, ana two wiae r.vcs. .aid a nop of curly hair, a neck, and a long pair •'f eyelashes and there we are. Of course, you can ac.e, a crazy hat with birds and flowers on it,but I didn t this time. Zero is adaptable to almost anything 3Uch as a flower, a pencil sharpener, a cat, - . 'V. qi ck. Geometric use of the zero, part- • v • icularly the nice fat kind is unlimited. Hero Xy are a few of these: V-V 11 V r • f ! ’ i y vi ((? y ■X 1