Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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MUSIC FESTIVAL U This year the Music Festival is going to be a little different then other years. Only the bands are going to march in the parade. That will leave out Franklin Hj. gh as well as many other small schools. The Music Festival is a wonderful thing. All the different schools go down on a Saturday to have auditions in the morning and to march in the afternoon. The students for the 11 State Chorus go down on a Thursday. Vie get our room assignments, and then in the after- noon we start rehearsing. It really gives one a great thrill the first time all the students start singing. Vie have to work hard end pay attention to the director. On Friday we practice in the morning and afternoon. We have one last rehearsal on Saturday afternoon. Then Saturday night is the big event. It is a very beautiful sight to see the girls in their evening gowns and the boys in their dark suits. We all feel excited and nervous, each doing his or her best, and hoping that the concert will go off well. Then after the Festival is all over all are so tired that they hurry to their cars to go home and dream of the wonderful experience they have just had. You do not realise how wonderful it is to sing with so large 8 group until you have done so. I wish that every student could have that opportunity. Sybil Geno '53 a is- v- it- • ■ a Rita while walking home from school: I hate to show my algebra paper to my father. Joyce: Why? Rita: I got B' and he helped me with it.

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STORIES 5 THE TIDE TURKS ON IPS.7ICH BAY My freind and I v sr© spending two weeks at her uncle's camp on Ipswich Bay. It was decided that a fishing trip was the order of the day (not deep sea fishing, of course, but just a trip on the Bay). We prepared our bait and fishing tackle, but decided not to take any lunch because we weren't going far away. s the tide was out, we had to carry our boat quite a distance to reach the water's edge. Our destination was the middle of the Bay at high tide and since our boat was without a motor it was necessary for us to work our way, and work we did, for the tide was coming and every stroke counted. There were some remains of old army docks to which we anchored our boat while we wan ' cd for the tide to roll in some whoppers,big mouthed flatfish by the name of flounders} for we were fishing I. i ■ ers. We sat patiently for some time waiting for a nibble or two,when suddenly we glanced up and saw the tide rushing through the Bay. We glanced at each other and both realizing that our best bet was to head for shore before the tide swept us down stream. So wo unhitched the rone. Each speedily grasped an oar and rowed with all her strength. It was hard work and we seemed to be losing ground instead of gaining, but a short distance toward shore we spied another anchoring post, and decided to reach this if we could. I yelled, Throw out the anchore rope!,' and i ary Jane, like a western cow girl, lassoed the post and made fast our boat, V e took an oar (not for rowing purposes this time) and dived over hoard, clothos and all into the cold, cold Alantic tide. 71th no difficulty we 3wam ashore where we got dried off and warned up. Then wc ate a lunch and decided we would finish the day by visiting down town. By six o'clock the tide was out. Then v e walked down the sandy beach to our boat which was now on dry land, rescued our fishing tackle and called it a day. NO FISH'. Cynthia Clark ' 51+