Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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3 Being thrift-'1' i71 one's ■ oun -r lue i.3 a great in- fluence in one's future V'?e nd iceds. David Westcot '60 Hr ■ POETRY NEARING WINTER When leaves have fallen tc the ground. We knc w that vrinter Is somewhere around. In the weeds is a fleer of ScanJet. Whlc 1 could not be sought in an market I On the hills .and in the valleys, Manv a stream makes vigorous sallies. Against cold winds vnd snow non arriving. Little brocks will be far from thriving, hang birds are flying ranioig fee; - Dividing in V's and 1: nee throng!: cu- bit le red squirrels are rtinn ng wiV. Seeking their food for a-winter thot is not mild. David Westect '60 DESii HUUTING As I sat on a deer run I heard aa awfi 1 sc md. I erabbod trusty deer gun Ana got dilown on the ground. Lets f things went tnrcu h my bruin; I thought it vas a deer; It sounded live an expre a t : ain. Which was co.uin-' in tnird gear, fhere I lay all in a hush - My mind was in a whirl - But when i t caae tnrough the brush It was only a little grey squirrel. Tohn Granger '59 S3 Gates: What is the moaning of awkward ? 0--;r : A oorson who trips ovor the flowers in tho rug.

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I wont to tell you whet I think of my T.V. It's the derndest thinr you ever did see. Sometimes it work'- end sometimes it don’t; Sometimes it does end sometimes it won't. It's just when you went to see thet T.V. goes on e spree. Now I went to interupt this coem for e commercial. 'Just think of whet a dish of corn flakes cm do to make you heelth-ful? Just try it end doubtful . Richard Boudreau '59 E :sr :tdall Basketball season is here, Bovs and G’rls, how the' appear. Not missing the I ask ts or rebounds, Or looking for someone to slug it around, The coach are rooting beside their subs. While everyone is shooting, trying to beat the tubs. Our colors seem to be red and white Which makes our team went to fight. Sandra Lothisn '60 OUR FIRST CM ME We traveled to North Troy for our first game; I'le worked so hard to win, everyone was lame. The night was cold ncl J it was snowing Our hopes were high, of not knowing How many baskets we might score, th all six cheerleaders making a roar, lut we founl ourselves leaving amid the noise Of victorious North Troy boys. We then left to journey back, Dreaming of other games, as we hit the sack. Richard Westcot 59 hi3s Dewing walking into school cafeteria: Do you ever 0. , . , . serve crabs here Student helper: We serve anyone. Sit down.