Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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11 their way again. Finally they reached the foot of the moun- tain. When they got almost as far as they could go with the car the engine started to boil. Well, now what will we do. Bob? asked Jim. Someone will hove to walk back to the last house that we passed and get a pail of water, ventured Bob. Bill went after the water. They put it in the car and took the poll back. Soon the boys started climbing the mountain. They 'were air,lost to the top when it began to rain. Oh, whet a day I exclaimed Jim, we had bettor go home. Let's forget about climbing the mountain and go hone. When they arrived at homo Jim said, I am all tired out, and still we didn't get to the top of the mountain. No, but it was fun, answered Bob. Bob, said Bill, maybe it was fun for you but it wasn't for the rest of us. FALL BASEBALL We lost two first string players last graduation, but with the help of our new coach, Mr. Winchell, we managed to win four gomes out of five, losing our home game with Enosburg. The senior high boys who were out for baseball were Harvey Boudreau, Roger Lothian, Bruce Benjamin, John Stanley, Hugh Gates, Edmund Jette, Winston Colur.ib, John Labrie, Felix LeBelle, Walter Barnun, James Benjamin, and Arthur Peaslee. Schedule Score 10, 1951 Franklin ? at Enosburg 6 11 Franklin 18 at Bakersfield 0 20 Enosburg 15 at Franklin 2 21 Highgete 3 at Franklin 15 27 Frahklin 7 at Highgate 1 Bruce Benjamin '52 © John Stanley '52 Sports Editor

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DEER KUITTII'C 15. HEAR FATL •.There was a boy conplctely err zed. To go awey deer hunting; But, Olil Ke was so much amazed. That the first day brought hin nothing I Still he would not five up hope, Tho’ when away from school he’d skip. His class mates called him foolish dope To go on such a ridiculous trip. His fourth day led him to Avery’s Gore. He saw deer tracks and heard a crack. Then all of a sudden he heard more, And saw a big buck with his ears bent bed:. He quickly shot end the buck fell deed; Bov; forgetting his aching back and corns, He saw his bullet strike its head. And found twelve points upon its horns. Everybody had heard the news. As each was so eager to mention. And all regretted their words of abuse For his plenteous supply of venison. Ortha Columb 52 An English poen or story was our fate. The plot was ours to create. With neither done and here, I ’wait For the teacher to speak of ray very near fate. When the teacher spoke I was greatly alarmed. For she was up and around to my harm. Her words wore not sharp, to my relief. For, oh, the good teacher had seen my grief. Merilyn White ’5£|. DON’T OUIT When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, ’Vhcn roads you travel seem all up hill. When the money is low, and the bill is high. And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pushing you down a bit. Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit. Beverly Hubbard '55 Miss Dewing: Robert Brown wrote 'To a Little Mouse'. Wayne K.: I wonder if he got an answer. ' ■ ’• V Teacher: Now jwho can tell me of something new and impor- tant that has happened during the last twenty years? Alfred C. Me.