Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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13 .ll teat glitt:J?vo is not gold One coring in the summer Jackie and his nsl Mac were nnhnfu6hPi0rinS They had found 8n old map of a town that . . ad ever heard of. This town was supposed to be the and silvei nnd +h Slde of ?luto Houses were made of gold and silver and the rood was made out of jewels. Jackie, a young boy of sixteen, always wanted to en py. bri t ov IT6!' kn6W what t0 e :plore for. He was quite a bright boy and always earned good marks in school. 4 bri e r1; was e, fhteea y®ars old. He wasn’t very lscL he W88 dumb”. He was always sayinF some he st'jdhi«: eil °Te day hen,he was leaving Jackie’spouse is oiM to iain1 0116 I,rWr1}?’ down street and see if it dinnend°eat ay su . ' 2 CVi S6Mp. is °S $3$ so they knew how oo take care of thor,selves. 3 11ni(Th® nai’ £hu,i,ed that this town was in a valley just a Death Valle- 11 Noho i ® 111Ve 1 , The narne of the valley «as meat., vallej . Nobody ever hoard of a villare in there for Sero ghosts ?here.C° “ beC8USC U was run°rGd that there j;iiHv nd Ja£!o sr1?’ B”?. « l«t « =re in to bCt Joolt town there. Doesn’t it look sort of spooky? Ye-Ye-Ye-Yes 1 said Mac. ' hat do you say we camp here for the ni£ht said Jackie. Mac said, O-kay. When fceV t'uJand hY “•«“ his e£Es. i£.irs SWT ff. dovm £??toe Uy?ndaerhSH-.f. Si?ed th°? «» °IhoynthoS?’itht-yi=“ so??thinS‘cUttorefJ fa ahoad

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u So just as fast as they could, they took off for where they saw that glitter. They were so happy as they thought they would go home rich. BUt as they walked and ran, they didn’t notice that they had • gone the whole length of the valley. When they got to the other end, they saw that the glitter was now coming from this'great big cave. As they had their flashlights and guns they started through the cave. Mac was so scared that his knees were knocking. When they finally came to the end they found that the glitter was just the sun shining through the cave. •. Jackie said, Well I guess this has taught us a lesson. All that glitters is not gold. , —Ortha Columb, ’52 THE DREAM •It was raining hard, and as I got on the bus, to go home from work, a strange man got on behind aa. He had a heavy raincoat on, and was wearing heavy boots. I didn’t pay any attention to him at first, as he came and took the seat behind -he continued to. stare at me I became uneasy» find began to think, Why co you keep staring at me?'' Come to think of it, he was quite a queer lookin' fellow, otop it Jean I told myself. He’s not lookimg at you. It just seems that vay. Yet no matter how I tried to calm myself I 3till felt uneasy. I tried to calm myself enou h to walk normally off the bus. As I walled home the man was nowhere in si ht. But as I rounded the corner a block from my home, there he was coming toward me, I was so frightened that I was prac tall , paralysed. Bv the time I reached nr door he was goin by the house. I ran into the house and slammed the door shut behind me. Oh what a day. I vent to bed that ni ht with that stran e lookin- man’s face on my mind. t As I lay in hec,all of a su ren, x saw a shadow across my window, it was that man a ;ain. he had a ln fe and vas just about to stab me, y.en I jumped out o± bed, ran down the stairs, and out of the house I :'6n ’t know how I got ava from him, hut somehow I did. I ran as fast as x coulc, passed a million houses, it seemed, unt l I co lk run no more.