Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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8 over the body of a dead calf. The bear must have been just as surprised as I was, because it jumped off the floor when he saw me. The bear stood there, looking me in the eyes wondering whether to stay or run. He decided to run just as fast as he could to the nearest door. He did not both- er opening the door; he just plowed rirht through it. I could hear the bear go tearing down the mountain. It sounded as though ’-e were fly- ing head over heels and olow- ing through everything in his 59th. A few minutes later, I heard a few shots. I knew the men must have caught up with the bear. In a little while, I saw my father riding up to the barn with the bear. He said that he saw the bear coming down the mountain just as fast as he could go. The bear finally stopped when he hit a lar'e tree and that was when Dad shot him. As for the reward money, it was split between Dad and me. Raymond Love joy '63 THE GRIM TRAD ETT (This is a true story; only the names have been changed.) My story begins as a typi- cally gay Labor Day week-end. This soon became a traved.y for a Connecticutt family, to whom I shall refer as Budd and Jean Evans. The Evans family wap visit- ing a relative, John Manley, who lived in Richford. Mr. : anley lived on c. fern and, as ve all ’row, c’tm c :ld co are fascine ted by a. fa? m, r. and ' . s. vans had three chil on: Danny, 8; Donna, L.; anc Pamela 3 ears of a-3. '.fter a delicious Sunday dinner, tic family plannee to visit another relative who liv5d nearby. The children wore 0: ''ssed in their Sunday Best and given permission to play while their mother fin- ished the dishes. The child- ren decided to go to the barn to olay with the new-born kit- tens in the hay loft. Fifteen minutes later the thirty-three year-old-mot’ er looked out the window and saw the barn en- gulfed in flames. Terrified, she ran toward the barn, but it was too late. The flames and intense heat were too great. She had to be forcibly restrained from entering the barn. Mr. and Mrs. Evans were both taken to a hospital in St. Albans and treated for shock. Meanwhile, the grim search for the three small children beman. The thirty by sixty foot -am was filled with hay and although it had been burned to the ground, the hay was still blazing. Firemen, state police, and volunteers ' egar sifting through the hay with pitchforks for the small bodies. The search was halted about 6:00 P.M. when the tiny bodies of Donna and Pamela Evans were found. It was a- gain continued, however, when the body of Danny was not dis- covered. Darkness forced the searchers to stop late Sunday night. Early Monday morning the search was again continued.

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9 Monday afternoon bloodhounds were brought to the scene with the vain hope that Danny might have fled from the fire. The bloodhounds combed the area, but there was no trace of Danny. Still the search through the smoldering hay continued. Again the search was halted late Monday nivht. Tuesday morning the search was again resumed. Still no trace of eight-year-old Canny] Then, late Tuesday afternoon, bones were found under one of the barn's heavy beams. The bones were so badly charred that Dr. Richard Woodruff, State Pathologist, could not identify them. A filling was found and was sent to Connect- icutt, to Danny's dentist. After careful examination, the dentist proved the filling to be that of arny. The search for Danny Evans was discontin- ued. Three children had perished in the flaming barn. Why? was the question that hundreds of people asked. Ho one but God will ever know th9 answer to that question. Polly Wright '61; MY t?IRST COON KUNT Early one fall ni ht my girlfriend's father asked my girlfriend, and me if we would like to go coon-hunting] I, of course, said I would like to go, but my girlfriend was- n't quite as eager because she knew a little more about it. You see this was my first coon hunt and the weather wasn't what it was cracked up to be. It had been raining almost all day long and turned colder that night. I was going to be smart and dress warm, bundling up so well. But I found out later that it wasn't so smart after all. Ha 'e you evertried to keep up with fifteen men, chasing after the dogs that were chasing a coon, throw-ch the woods, across corn fields, and to almost any other place the little beast g would go? Well, it probably wouldn't be so bad if you didn't have about fifty pounds of wet and I mean wet clothing on] The first coon we treed wasn't too bad. The dogs struck a hot track in the corn field and were off. They treed it not far from t’-'ere. I think the most fun in coon-hunting cores when the coon, just shaken from the tree, is given a head start (that is if you can hold the dogs back) and then let the dogs go] 7or a time you don't know whether you are being run down by coon, man, or dog] After the stampede has rushed by you, vou begin to realize it's about time you start too, that is if you don't want to stay over night in the most fresh air motel that you ever have stayed in yet. After catching up with the rest, ail moes well until you fall in a brook or lose a shoq as I did] Oh well, enough of the hardshios. The second coon we struck was a real old conniver, who knew just about all the trices of the trade. She(or he) kept circling around trying to vet the dogs confused and after a while succeeded. Then she(cr he) sneaked off to a safer part of the woods for the re..