Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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MUSI VERMONT They say that youth is an organ - Its chords resounding and strong But haven't they ever been sixteen? Don't they know that they arc wrong? For youth is like a music box; Each silvery tone is measured By a laugh, a smile, a silent tc-ar, And tucked away and treasured, Jane Gates '48 IT'D A CRIME Oh! How I hate to mar tlis -white sheet of papci’. If on the morrow it were duo I'd wait z little lator. Rhyme, reason, and I have nothing in common But the fact that of them I am often wanton, A poem for assignment is the cause of this sorrow, dr. Browning, please, one of your3- may I borrow? Sally Gates '49 THE COMING OF SUMMER Summer now is on her way, Drawing closer every day. With her come the- buds and flowers, •«•Iso many warm rain showehs. Everyone is blithe and gay, As the warm, bright 3un shines all the day Bctty Benj amin ' 48 Vermont,they say, is the four- teenth state. It has wondrous sights to behold. It has mountains, rivers, and crystal clear lakes. It has marble, and sugar the color of gold. It's truly a state that's worth its salt, This grand old state of Vermont, It has its troubles and its faults, But here we're always free from want, Guy Towle '49 CLOUDS Most people like the bright, warm sun, And ne'er give the clouds a pleasant thought But without them there would be no fun, For there would be just one long drought, Some clouds arc fluffy, light, one 6 y, And never bring us storms, as snov or rain, But chase about the sky, as if in play With tho sun, which tries to shoo them off in vain. The clouds which are close, and dark .and grim Seem to shut off the laughter and the mirth. The earth grows dark, the sky gro dim. And the life-giving rain comes down to earth, Alton Lothiai

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POETRY ENGLISH English is a funny thing: Lessons long, lessons hard. Remember this, remember that, And the longest words to spell. But just be sure' that you know well Who wrote this, who wrote that, Who did this, who did that. What’s a verb, what’s a noun. Oh, but don’t let it get you down I TROUT FISHING Trout fishing time is here; People come from far and near Up to the old mountain brook - Armed with pole, line and hook. Both the young folks and the ol’ Quickly head for the best hole, ForQfishes nearest right Is sure to get the very first bite Lucille LaFlame '51 PUSSY AND I j ' ' I have a little pussy cat His name is Tommy C-ay. ’Then I want to have some fun I go to him to play . After IV. tucked in at night He jumps upon my bed to lay , But if Mother should pc p in He’d go out-doors to stay. In the night when I hear him mew Down the back stairs I creep, And very slowly I open the door, As not to ’wake Mother from sleep. Together we slio into my room. And into my bed so cozy ancfwarnu Happily we sleep, side by side, Through the dawn of the coming morm. John Stanley '52 If no fish are biting there Go farther up in the mountain air, Where a fish will bite like a fool At the first hc k in the pool. As soon as each can catch his liMI He heads for home the very next minute. There he eats his well cooked fish, Calling it his favorite dish. i I SPRING IS HERE Oh April I You have gone away - Seems you only stayed a day. Since April showers have fallen, I’ve seen many a bud We've taken the good and the bad, and even enjoyed the n But now again 'tis joyous May, And birds in unison sing. Everyone feels light and gay, For once again ’tis spring. MY DOG Madeline Messier '49 Ay little dog is black and white. He barks at cars; he barks at cats; B-a barks at nice; he barks at rat3; He barks at squirrels in the tree, But he never, never barks at me, Stuart Riley '51

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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