Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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BASKETBALL We're starting on a basketball year With lots of hope and very good choor. Yvo have to try to obey our rules, Or wo will be led to too many duels. Sometimes wc oven sprain our joints, Trying to make so many points. Nov etty, cantor forward, grabs the ball Throws to Dorothy, who stumbles to fall. Then Joyce dribbles down ths center floor She shoots and aims to raise our score. How Moni, ri ;ht guard, jumps for the ball She passes to Srndra, who starts to stall Another basket for our side. This time wo will not take a ride. Before we've finished this new year We may have gained a giftod career. Arretc Emch '56 THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS 'Tv as the week before Christmas And all thru' the house Many bundles were hidden; No room for a mouse. The attic was filled up With packets galore. The closets wore so full. You could scarce close the door. Such v hisporing and snickering, You novor did see — When I appeared, unnoticed And they hadn't seen me. I'm glad it's such a short time, For can I ever wait To peek into the packages On just the exact date? Dorothy Glidden '56

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CHRISTMAS SNOW Christmas time is drawing near. The shopping season’ll soon be here , With aching feet wo try to find Just the things we have in mind For all of our friends and neighbors near, So we may share the Christmas cheer. Eddie granger '56 T’he 3now is slowly falling down It's softly falling all arouni. Soon it'll cover up the ground And make it hard to get ground, But if the ground should ocay so brown Our winter beauty could not be found. Tommy Magnant '5° the martyr. There once was a man from the hills j u. Who lived all his life by his skills . From morn 'till night He sang of his rights, With the happist kind of trills. To the end of the day, was toil For him who overturned the soil', But, when it came 'round He'd recline with his hound, Reliving the day's long moil. ? I saw her just the other day It was love at first sight, x guess. . , She wasn't too good to look at, Her coat was an awful mess. I sav at a glance she was all al°ne , j u04 Not a friend in the world had she, , . And the moment she opened her mouth to speak, I knew she had fallen for me. To this end of his day he chor'd Tho' in mind, he was nev r deplor'd. For his spending o:: time Without making e dime, Ha dwell in t. a ’'Hour' or the Lord , Lelar wv 3t ’5 6 s I stood there gazing into her eyes X said to myself, She'3 for mo« ■ I picked her up and carried her home; , . . I was nappy ns I could be. ■’ rother didn't like her, Br j g.xVti ncr awiy, when she's grown up I'll see. That K1™TN- gdin some day. nruce Corey '56