Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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9. Oh, do I have ta? Mother gave him a stern look. This time I'll do it myself, she said. Ouch, Ma! Now I know how a fly feels when he gets caught on a fly sticker. Well, I'm going to show you how a fly feels to get hit with a fly swatter if you don't behave, warned his mother. Gee, sulked Jamey, get all washed up just t go to the city. Hey, Ma. Can I take Pete with me? Who's Pete? asked Mother. Just a minute and I'll show ya. Then Jamey came back calm- ly leading a little black skunk. Jamey! exclaimed mother. Get it out of here. Heck Ma, he won't hur'cha. 'Member you was scared of Zeke, my pet snake, Edgar the frog, and Murtle the big snapping turtle, but they didn't hur'cha none. You mean they didn't hurt me at all, corrected Mother who was trying to shy away from the skunk. See, Ma. 1. knew you'd agree with me. How it all happened is hard to tell, but right then Sam, their new puppie, came running into the bathroom and got Pete excited. In five minutes Jamey was tack in the bathtub and Pete was out doors. Jamey whispered out the window to Pete. Thanks,Pete, You did a bang-up job. What Jamey didn't know was that mother and dad were smilingly listening to him outside the door. Well, said dad good naturedly, I guess we won't suggest another trip to the city. No, laughed Mother, I don't want to meet up with Pete again for a while. Brenda Mayo '62

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10 The Randle House of Horror In this dark house that hath fortold Of many Randle's horrible lives. Out back they all lie now so cold With only the pine tree's groans and sighs. They, all terrible deeds of death did do - Such things as murders and suicide - And now all dead-this bloody crew; Old Josh hung for patricide. Do not our interred remains disturb Or we will rise and haunt once more - Our hands all smeared with bloody gore, Bangl Slaml Bangl and then all was quiet in the dirty, dark, gloomy, old Randle house, A white transparent luminous shadow arose from the area of a grey picketed inclosure in which tall bone white memorials stood evidence of the resting place of the remains of the terrible clan the Randles. That ghastly white shadow seemed transfix- ed for a moment as if remembering something and then it opened a red maw of a mouth and uttered a heinous sound that began at a low scale and ascended to a high lilting cresendo, It’s a rather large house, remarked Ron Jackson to the Real estate Agent, it is certainly a handyman's dream. The sun was warm with a caressing breeze that smelled of the freshly bloomed lilacs and there were tall scented pines in front of the old house and in back a rather bleak but quaint old cemetery where the remains of old Josh Randle had been laid but a month ago. Ron thought to himself that tho old cemetery would just have to go, but then, he didn't have the moral right to remove it so he would just have to make it as presentable as possible. His mind soon wandered to more pressing problems such as the leaky roof and the broken windows for soon there would be a new bride in this old house and he must make it as homey as possible. It was so horribly dark that the old house seomed to be smothered in a dark velvet cloak. The only light came from the marsh where the will-o- the-wisp gave one the impression of a lost man with a lamp looking for his way or for some lost thing possibly, his soul. It was in this forboding atmosphere that the young Mrs. Jackson tried to ■ quiet her pretty two year old child. The child was a little girl with long blonde ringlets and shining blue eyes that sparkled when she laughed, bringing to attention the dimples in her cheeks. It was strange that ever since Ron had changed his mind and had the old cemetery removed their little girl had been unable to sleep on nights like this. She said that strange shadows were alwajrs lurking over her crib reaching for her when she would awaken but would disappear as soon as she cried for her mother. These grim specters became more and more real as the days went by. Her husband built a small arti- ficial pond where the cemetery once stood and a few weeks before as the light waned in the west, Rover, the German Police watch dog, was seen to jump into the pond and when Ron got to the back of the house the dog was dead, not of drowning for it stood stiff-in the'shallow pond, its .black fur turnod a deathly grey white • ..n Vi. .