Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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rIY .7IRST CAKE When I reached the ripe old age or ten, I decided that I would bake my first cake. But, of course, it came from one of tho; e rixes you et in a box. The reckon for bcking this cake was the moat beautiful reason in the world to me. It was to be for my Mother's birthday. I had ne,rer done bakinr in an oven except for drop cook- ies. But I was sure I could accomplish a simule tbin like baking a cake. After all, I had seen my mother do it hun- dreds of times before. I took out all the di:hes I would need and all the ingred- ients for the cake. Along with a few bits of eggshells in a larye bowl, I set the batter under the mixer and set the mixer on fast,” Batter went fly in”; all over the kit- chen. I quickly shut off the mixer and poured what was le't of the batter into two well- great ed nans. The cake, in or- der to bake ri hl; ’Tas supposed to rise at a certain tempera- ture which was 3r0° and my oven was at IrfOo. This, I thought, would -lake the cake rice farter. After I had out the cakes in the oven, I proceeded to make tho frosting, I had heard on TV that if vou add two e'-'■’•whites to your frosting it would make it fluffy so I did thir. But my frosting wasn't the least bit fluffy. This was my first let-down. I checked on the cake to see how it was coning. To me it look- ed beautiful. After seeing my accomplishment I started mak- ing the colored fro; tina for 6 th9 decorations to be put on the cake. I made three dif- ferent colors, pink for the roses, green for the leaves, and mellow for the trim. These all turned out fine. Now it was time to take the cake from the oven, what a mess the two layers were'. One looked like a ski elope, and the other looked as if Jay Peak had moved into the center of it. But what could I do? I fronted the cake and decora- ted it. I bed put the layer that reminded me of Jay Peak on top. Instead of putting on candles, I took a toothpick and a little niece of oaner shaped li’-e a flpg. I wrote on the fla how old my mother wee and then stuck the tooth- pick on the too of the cake. I thou-ht this was very orig- inal because it was the only thing that the box had not told me to do. Around the flag I wrote Haopy Birthday Mother leaving out the r in birthday. Of course, when I tried putting the r in I made a real mess of the word birthday V'hen I tried to ria' e the roses, t’ ey all turn- ed out flat, but i must say that all tb9 leaves were masterpieces. T'hen I finally finished the cake, it looked as if it had been hit bv a tornado. So I sat down and started to cry. Then in walked mv brother and being the rierht age to be hateful he laughed at me and even more at my cake. This made me erv all the more, and I was 30 unhappy that I hadn’t noticed the time. It was quite late, almost time for Mom to come home. So I clean- ed the kitchen and started washing the dishes. Just as I

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7 finished, Korn walked in. And to my surprise she told me the cake looked beautiful and. she said she could hardly wait to eat some. 1Je cooked supper and had the cake for dessert along with ice cream. I was cer- tainly pleased with all the praise I received from my mother on how good the cake tasted. T7y little brother said it was ood, too, and he suggested that we ive some away because it was so good; to be oiven to our dog. I guess the idea was not to have it last so long. Who knows? ? ? ? Donna Peaslee '65 THE STAR CHASE The story takes place on a small farm just outside of Hudson, New York. It was in the middle of the winter and there x as about three feet of snow on the rround. One day mv father told me to take the horse and ride up to the upper barn to see how the young cattle were coming along. The barn was four miles a ’ay and with so much snow on the ground it x ould be ureless to walk. I saddled up the mare and set out on a cold ride. The snox-7 started blow- ing and the wind was really strong. I I finally reached the barn but just as I started to ooen the door the cattle seemed jumpy. I opened the door and walked in. There was a strange smel3 in the air and I '-new something xifas -wrong. I walked oxxer co the pens and saw that one of the sides were ripped open. Inside the pen war the body of a calf half eaten by some large animal. The way that the body was torn aoart looked like the worV of a bear. None of the windox-rs were bro- ken and I ''new that the hear must have entered the barn by the hay shoot. I xrent back to the ’am to tell my father what bad hap- pened. As I was riding into the yard, I saw my father with a group of other farmers. I knew that something was up be- cause whenever they get to- gether, there is trouble some- where. As I listened to them I learned that the bear had destroyed their cattle and caused considerable damage to the buildings. The men made plans to hunt and kill the bear the next day. Mr. Wilson offered S 00 dollars to the person who killed the bear. Mr. Wilson was hit the hardest by the beast and he wasanxioua to see the bear dead. My father didn’t say any- thing about my going on the hunt. I arose early the next morning and did my chores in the barn. I wanted to get a head start before the men could stop me. The snox; had stopped fall- ing, but the wind was blowing strong. I headed for the up- per barn because I figured that was the last place where the hear had done any damage. I was just abovxt to open the barn door, when I heard a loud roar. It sounded like a demon from Hell. I stood in the doorway, petrified and stunned. There before me was a lar e black bear standing