Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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The Junior Class Here is a tale of the Junior class, We'll start from the first and go to the last. First there’s Feet in the morning late. Then we know he’s been out on a date. Second comes Monie so ry sweet, Wherever she goes, she’s always neat. Third there’s Chubby who’s quite a man; Except for the girls he’ll always stand. Fourth is Al the studious boy; If he can study he’s full oi joy. Fifth is Jim , the strong and manly, His best friend is a Miss Stanley. Sixth there’s Gar all in a flufry; It’s time for chores and he must hurry. Seventh is Bub -that’s me all right, I hang with the rest, from xaorn till night. Last but not loast comes Horn , the grand, If it’s baseball, he’ll make his stand. Here they are, so v ry swell. Wc g t along together so very well. Now after you’ve read this-stop and think; Tell us you like us; it’ll tickle us pink. ' , • . » Lauren ’' right ’57 THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE We’11 begin with box, and the plural is boxes, But the plural of ox is oxen, not oxos. The one fowl is gooso but two are called goose, But tho plural of noose should never be meese. If the plural of man is always called men, Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be pen? If tho singular is this and the plural is these Should tho plural of iss be nicknamed keese ? Then one nay be that and three may bo those But hat in the plural would never bo hose. So the English I think you will all agree Is the meat wonderful language you ever did see. From Uni v. of Tt. Bulletin ' Miss-Dewing (in General Science Class): What is the formal for water? Elaine: IJI.TFL■' U Miss Lowing; You k-i-'w better than that. Elaine: You said the formula for water was H20.

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A MIDSUMMER DAY’S FANCY 6. I look across the meadow and I see The wind blow through the clover, wild and free. Untouched by all but nature is this plain. That from the springtime’s gently failing7rein Emerges with a blosson studded cloak, Broken only by a stately oak. That towering, stands so solemn and supreme, The King of nature's kingdom, 30 serene. This kingdom has no logion3 but the blades That sway beneath the oak’s deep gentle shade. Its people are the acorns all around, Where gentle breezes blew thorn to the ground. The bees that gather nector f]y about Among the blossons, ducking in and out. And as I watch them fly, I realize, - • That in this kingdom roofed by placid skies, ■ Nature and God, unmatched in all their skills, Creators of this blissful realm that fills The dreamer, such 03 I, with joy profound — They have created all: the grass, the ground, The oak tree, and the bees, the clover too, The calm and placid sky of vivid hue. And on this distant hilltop where I lie So comfortably beneath the' summer sky, I'd like to spend my time, until t'-.e day, When Winter snows shell take my realm away. Bruce Corey '56 will :ou mltfS US? Have you noticed the jolly foces, Wandering around in different places? The Seniors are happy because they’re leaving; I'm sure the faculty must be grieving. For some unknown reason they think we've been bad. Our privileges, Miss Gates say., we’ve already had. With us Mr. Trainor is quite disgusted, For oui feeble minds cannot be trusted. IIow Mr3. Clark feds is really a mystery; 10 her we’re no doubt, the worst in all history.