Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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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+

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JIMMY'S PLAN BACKFIRED Mrs, Marshall had Just laid down her fancy work and was going over to the woodbox to fill the stove, Jimmy, her'old- est son, saw her and silently slipped from the stairway. As ne climbed the stairs he had a shy grin on his face, for he knew what would take place within the next few minutes. He had Just gone into his room and closed the door, when he h«crd ms mother cell, Boys, come and fill the woodbox.” Jot long after, Jimmy, looking out the window, saw Rodney traveling back and forth from the woodshed to the house. Rod- ney had Just finished putting the last armful of wood in the woodbox when he heard his father call, if you boys want to ride into town come and Junto in the truck, ,rhen Jimmy heard the call he rushed to the door, turned the knob and pulled, but the door didn't open, Hey, mom, come open the door quick, Jimmy called. His mother came up, turned the knob and pulled, but she couldn t open it either. Just then Jimmy heard the truck going down the road, You'll have to wait until your father gets home, his mother told him and started down the stairs. As she neared the end of the stairs she had a smile on her face, as if she knev; why Jimmy was in his room. Alfred Columb '5 NARROW ESCAPE One fine morning in the early spring of fifty-one, I can remember better than any other four or five hours I ever spent. So many things happened that morning, I started for the barn, when all of a sudden a smoke trail in the sky caught my eye, I heard the high pitched whine of an airplane engine. Then it stopped, I saw a plane, its wings shining with a silvery glow in the early morning sunlight, ihen it gained speed it nulled out of the stall and landed in our meadow. Not thinking about my chores, I jumped on the Farmall and went to where the plane was sitting in a awampy hole.