Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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9 My Experiences as a Dragster Ever since I had been sixteen I had dreamed of having a car. Now, after finishing school and saving for three years, I fiad enough money. I bought a '60 Pontiac convertible, jet black with a white top. The inside upholstery was a beautiful red and white. But the thing I liked best about it was the motor. It was stick shift with fuel injection. For the first six months X took it easy, not driving it over eighty. During this time I put fender skirts on it and crash bars. The crash bars wore for my own protection in case it rolled over. N5ow my car was ready for action. One bright Saturday night I thought I would give it a trial run. I went down town to find an ooponont. I cruised around town until I found one. It was a kid about eighteen with his father's car. The car, a 60 Oldsomobile Super 88, with the big'goet motor made that year, was a fast car. I pulled along side of him and asked if he wanted to out it uo against my car. He said yes, and that he had ta.ken cars just like mine in second gear. We drove outside of the cilty to a two mile striaght way. We nulled along beside each other. I told him to start out and I’d b right be- hind him. I slipped' her intolow and waited for him to start. When I saw him start, I dropood the clutch and floored it. I could feel the tires spinning so let up on her, and. hit second, I waited fort ho speedometer to climb to niwt-’- then hit high. By this time the Oldsomobile was about ton car links behind me. I let the speedometer climb to one hundred and thirty. By this time the Oldsomobile's head lights wore just showing in the mirror. This was just the first drag race. Aftor about ten races my car was beginning to be well known. It was like a fast gun of the West, Everybody wanted to try to boat It. Everybody wanted to race mo; some with junk Fords and. others with better cars. Aft -r quite a few races my c-r began to uso some oil and it was • very hard on tiros. From then on I wouldn't drag unless there was money on it. This wont along fine; I was making a little money, and hadn't been beaten yet. All at onco a streak of real bad luck hit me. First I took the transmission out thon the roar end. I took it easy for the next couple of weeks. But drag racing is like a habit forming drug you just can't got along without it. So totiok at'it I wont. By this time the cops were kooping a close oye on me, but so far, I hadn't been caught. One thing that helped was a devico to turn the number plate light out. A couple of times the cops tried to catch mo, but failed. Thon came the day when I took a boating by another '60Pontiac a twin to mine, except it ha$ a larger engine than mine. That broke my spirit to race. Anyit was rather risky business; I was just lucky I didn't got kil].od. So I traded my Pontiac in for a six cylinder Chovy, a '56, Slush pump, and it was another convert- ible. Don Richard '62

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Jayne learns a lesson 10 Jayne was tall, slim, And very pretty. She had long silken brown hair, with a natural wave, and sparkling brown eyes. To make the pioture complete, this was her senior year of high school. You would think that a girl with this description plus the fact that she was very popular with the both boys and girls, would not have e problem in the world. However, Jayne had a very hard problem to overcome,even though she didn't realize it for quite some time. Jayne was a very busy young lady. But after all, this was her last year of high school and there wore so many things to be done. She had no spare time for dates or even a get-together with the girls. She participated in all school functions and was also active in town affairs. Mrs. Buxton advised Jayne to slow down Jayne, said Mrs. Buxton greatly disturbed, you may be young and chipper, but your body will just not keep up with your mind. Besides your're young and you s.iould be having a little fun The only time you go out is to do something for someone else. Now I have'nt anything against helping other folks, but there is a limit. Jayne laughingly, Oh, Mother, for goodness sakes, don't worry about me so. I'm not a child. Besides I like the work I'm doing. So the summer turned to fall and fall into winter with Jayne still trying to keep up her hectic pade. One day while sitting in English class, Jayne felt so faint that she could hardly stagger out of the rcw without falling. No one except Jim noticed how sick she really was. She could cover up her weakness in front of other people, but not Jim. He rushed out the door after her, (witiiout asking permission to leave the room) muoh to her displeasure. “Jayne what's wrong ? ' Jim gasped with concern. Jim, I',m alright. I didn't have any breakfast and I'm just a little faint. Nothing serious, Jayne replied rather angrily. Nothing serious! Jim exclimed. You're crazy! Do you think everbody is stupid? Don't you suppose I've noticed how awful you've been looking latoly? Jim was using very plain English. you and I aro going to '' get excused from school and