Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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13. I still think we should, go home.1' said. Bill, we we re nearing the bedroom Bill said to me, 'Bo ycu see what I hear? No, I said but I hear what you hear, end it-it sounded like dr-drunken murders.'1 We tiptoed in very slowly until a sharp, loud voice stammered, Friend or foe? ”1 don't know, muttered Bill, I’ll be either - whichever you want me to be. Then all at once a voice from somewhere else in the room boomed, Stay where you are. We’re about to kill you both, for we-re the gsngstrous murderers. We were both so scared that we dropped our guns ard ran Just as fast as we could for the jeep. I Jumped in the driver’s seat and started the engine. The outlaws were right behind the Jeep. I was so nervous that I threw it in reverse instead of low and backed right over the outlaws, knocking them out cold. All of a sudden there was a loud crash. Bill, what was that? I asked. You backed right into the cabin and knocked it over, answered Bill. After getting out, we tied up the outlaws and loaded them in the Jeep, Bill watched them while I drove. Tom, said Bill, step on the gas, I want to get to the police station before these birds wake up. I can't see what's th° trouble with illy. I can't get it over thirty,and you had it up to seventy. It would probably help if you took it out of low gear, was Will's prompt reply. After inking 11.e p.j.ngste to the -o'1 ice station and receiving the reward, we deoiJ.vd tc • ;.r the civ , not to go camping. When we reached home . wcrdoroa . f i r. loulcl .e .j. rad about the cabin, Afer thinking it over a while I naih. Dad, you know that cabin we were in? rfeil—er I backe-t. i 'co it with Bill's Jeep and knocked It over. That's all right, son, I was planning to tear it down next rur.me c anyway, ter a tribe of newspaper reporters finished with us we came back tr r or. ..ail life, which seemed wonderful after what we had been through, Thomas Magnant, '56

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P 0 E T R Y » ■ ADLAI STEVENSON (Written for the St Albens Messenger before November el ctions) Some people say Vote for Ike Son»., sav ''Stevenson's the man’. Bat Stsv nson’s tho only one, Sn'sc f o to rule this land. I:-:o t.as a brilliant soldier, Cn of the very best, j?'H wrn it go rues to politics, K: should. take s rest. T‘n not trying to sey Lii Fovubiicans ere bed. Some very capable men In their ranks they have had. Pnu Eisenhower is just not fit, To rule the U.S.A. He'd just be anotherHoover, ini ruin us all someday. St'.v'cnson’s had experience In politics it's true. Jn some grave situation Fo'll know what to do. I hope I have convinced you how to vote ELECTION DAY Just VOTE FOR ADLAI STEVENSON. Thats all I have to say. Bruce Corey, '56 ■ AN OLD LADY There was an old lady who went far away. And didn't wear her hat all the day. But when she came back. She had lost her hat. And didn't know what to say. Joyce Tittemore, '58 THANKSGIVING Thanksgiving is a pleasant day. When all of us should kneel and pray. Give thanks for harvest, health, and cheer. That we have had through the past year. For family, relatives and friends to love, lye thank thee God in heaven above. Help those unfortunate across the sen. Who aren't as happy and lucky as we. So lot us be thankful and let us rejoice. That we can live in this lard of our choice. Richard Granger, '51+ POEM This is a poem without rymo or reason. About John Lebrie in deer hunt- ing season. With his trusty gun he had lots of luck. For he downed s big eight-point buck; And then out of the woods he came, Pulling on the horns of his precious game. Edward Granger, '56