Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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SENIORS OP 67 8. Of this year's seniors there are twelve of us. When we're around, the teachers do cuss. First there is Gary the laugh of our group. He's always getting himself into the soup. Next them is ''Joyce a very good worker. No one can cell her a shirker! This yes' '‘Kiohm-d blr.ney is really on the ball. He ha jd' t v n fa’' .on to sleeo at all, Mr. Boudreau ' w: th :.nsults always ready, A certain ah I no wants for hi3 steady. Then there is John B. with arguments ready, A sweet little boy, although a slight bit heady, John C, the one with the dyed hair. Is a very nice guv, HPnest I Swear. Next there is ''Lynda who is admired by all. When there Is work to do she's always on the ball. Diane is always singing to our class. But we don't csre, it's really quite a blast. I can:t forget Dale another one of our clowns. Lately he's been fi di'g en ie,rment in other towns. Charley is really a ver- pleasant guy, Wuen it's tvve for English he gives a sigh. Next there is Roger who plays it cool. Whan he's after a freshman or a sophomore 4c school. The last is mo '’Uncle Ruth by name. For this poom I guess I3m to blame. Ruth Ann Magnant 6? THE REASON WHY T CAN'T WRITE A POEM Those wo:»di' ’ tcy ' o «:;• • le They crr.;e yoty l.e.ru tonight Thou i try to make : ho words rhyme Put tney noser come at the right time end s? f v- me. ■ cone my best Noiw 1 chink I Vi let someone else do the rest. Omsr Em'•herd '68

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A THE PC ft PEST Crystals of cold gently falling;. Moaning win ’s slowly call’ : g The long day3 of a winter season. A 1 rae bird, reluctant fowl Flies by instinct not reason, To his mates while the winds now howl. Sc me would say 'twas a dismal scene Not I, for beneath the cold blanket of white Lies life sharp and keen. Wanting only the spring sun's beam. Joyce Benjamin '67 MY LAST RIDE Out of the house I flew. Eager for a spin or two. I climbed into my red hot wheels. Ribbing her up, oh how she squeals I Flooring it I popped the clutch. Burning out while leaving much. Out of the city I sped, Double what the law said. I skidded around the corner, To find I was a loner, I put the pedal to the floor. Soon to find the road no more. Quickly I slammed cn the brakes, But they didn't have what it takes. My reaction time was terrific, . But at 100 you should be specific. Ihto the ravine I fell. Headed straight for.......ii!! James A. Mullen '68