Harmony High School - The Ferguson Yearbook (Harmony, ME)

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from Bangor. It seems that no matter how wrong things may go for her in her busi- ness life and in her home life, she can always manage to give everyone one of her million dollar smiles. Some of my friends have seen and met her and theyall say the same thing of how nice she appears to be. Let me tell you this, no one knows how nice she really is and how under- standing she is until that person be- comes a friend of hers. She has done so many different things for me to help me through senior high that I will never live long enough to express my thanks to her. One more of her assets is that I think she is as near a truelChristian as I have ever seen or met. And, be- lieve me, by her leading a Christian life it has influenced me to do things that I never would have done before. Virginia Moran '51 HE CARES FOR US How beautiful are the woods in winter! Everything is so quiet and tranquilly glorious' That's the beau- ty of it. The peace that is found there, with God and nothing else ex- cept the trees and even the squirrels on warm days. Just try going out on Snowshoes some beautiful winter day. After getting into the woods there is the most wonderful feeling of being away from everything and trans- ported into another world with only God for a companion. At this time the woods hardly seem real, they are so glorious, all dressed in their finest clothes of lacey frost and snow that God has provided for them. Therefore take no thought say- ing-'Wherewithal shall ye be cloth- ed?' Matt. 6:31. If God gives the trees their clothes, won't He give humans their clothes? Why is it that more people can7t trust in Him? Do all the trees die in the winter? No., Then what keeps them alive? God feeds them by moisture that their deeply embedded roots absorb. Therefore .... 'What shall we eat? ' Matt. 6:31. God feeds the trees so why worry about food? God will give us that too, if we pray to Him sincerely enough. Matthew 6:34 - . . Therefore take no thought for the morrow, for the morrow shall take thought for the things of, itself .... Iris Downs '53 GRADUATIN G As I sit thinking many times when there is nothing to do, I dream of graduating next year. My, how the three years of high school have gone in H. H. S., and my junior year seems to be going even faster! 'It won't be long before I am a Senior, either. Be- fore I know it graduation will be here. Many of the gang say, Just think one more year and I will be out of here, or, I will be glad when I graduate. I don't look at it that way, for I'm in no hurry to graduate. Thinking about it gives me a feeling of loneliness. You see, I think that a person has all his fun during his high school years. I surely will miss basketball and going on the trips. How excited we got when our teams won the game! Even if we didn't win, it was fun- I will also miss my friends, and es- pecially the ones who were closest to me. Also I'll miss the teachers, even though they did ilecture our group once in awhile. Just think, after we graduate we will all be going separate ways, eith- er on to college or somewhere else. We will be out in the world by our- selves then and it will be so different. Of course we will be meeting new people all the time, but who are truer than your school friends? Instead of being a Senior next Year, I wish I were going to be back as a Freshman. I don't think even a high school as small as H. H. S. should be underestimated. We will

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What a dang fool name. Now Tex was a wiry, taciturn in- dividual who thought that a ranch was a place to raise cows, not fanci- fied dudes. But since his employer was Percival's uncle and since the old man said Percival was coming for an indefinite visit, Tex expected that was just what would happen. He didn't expect, however, that Perci- val would be his chargeg that came as a blow. This wasn't going to work. Tex knew that when he met Percival at the station. He could see that in the dude's quick, nervous movements, in his affected manner. This opinion was intensified still more the next morning after breakfast. Tex was trying to teach Percival to ride, and the dude went consistf ently to the right side in spite of Tex's reiterated objections. When Percival asked if it wasn't the same distance up either side, Tex groaned aloud. But he was persistent, Tex was. He made Percival keep trygig. Yes, he was persistent and patient, but only human, so when the dude finally got up on one side of the horse and fell olf the other, Tex gave up in disgust. Go ahead and look the place over, he offered, but don't get lost! As the dude disappeared around one corner of the barn, Tex muttered, Great! Great! This is great! And things continued to be great In less than ten minutes Percival was back excitedly waving a string of rattle-snake rattles big enough to choke a cow. Tex blanch- ed and his lower jaw dropped' Where - - - Where did you get those '? he whispered hoarsely. Off the biggest worm I ever saw! was his answer. t'Tell me. did - - did it bite you? Tex gasped. No, Perciva.l replied nonchalent- ly, but the malevolent little beastie certainly tried. As Tex confided to his employer later, It was kinda unnerv1n'. After that Tex kept an eye on the dude as though Percival wasn't right in his head. The grand climax came, however, when Tex sent him out to milk a cow. Coming into the barn a few minutes later Tex found the dude sitting on a stool regarding the cow with a perplexed expression. Say, he inquired of the Texan, How do you work this thing? Tex gave him a brief demonstration and then left. Just as he cleared the door, Percival came flying out and caught Tex amidships, bearing them both to the ground. As he strug- gled to his feet, he looked back at the barn and quavered, I don't think that animal likes me. This was the last straw. The straw that broke the Texan's back, so to speak. Out of sight of the dude Tex took from his pocket a telegram. It was a cherished souvenir of his trip to Dallas. It read: Dear Tex, Please come home- Your employer. Much as he valued it he would have to sacrifice it, he figured. Sit- ting down on a log he produced a pencil. With this he changed the heading of the telegram to read Dear Percival and the signature to read Your mother. Then saunt- ering around the corner he drawled, t'Hey, Perce, telegram for you. And that was why the next day- but let's quote Tex. East is East and West is West and I never was so glad to see a twain in my life as the one that took back that durn dude. Luella Gardner '53 THE MOST UNFORGETABLE CHARACTER I KNOW Just four short sweet years ago I met the most wonderful person I have ever known. She lives in a small town located about sixteen miles

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all miss it, I am sure. As the years go by and our minds wander back to our school days when we had all our good times, I probably won't be the only one to say Gee, I wish I were back in good old H. H. S. again. Those were the carefree days. Kathleen Ames '52 HUNTING FANTASY I was walking along a river bank on a dull fall afternoon. Looking across the river I saw a large buck deer drinking at the riv- er's edge. Then I heard a noise. Looking up the river, I saw a flock of ducksg looking down river, I saw a fiock of geese. But I thought I had rather have the deer, so I fired at it. The lead of the shell went straight ahead killing the deer. The shell split and half went up river killing the ducks. The other half went down river killing the geese. The gun kicked, knock- ing me down on forty-nine jack-rab- bits. 0f course this killed them all. While getting up I slipped into the river where I filled my pockets with trout. Such was the ending of a most successful day. Dana Huff '53 THE THING This is a story of grief, sorrow, pain. anguish and solitude. The whole, thing started in Florida in the year 1950. I was working with Dr. Blontz and his daughter, Jeanne, whom I hoped one day to marry, in a dismal spot in the Florida Ever- glades. The object of our work was to produce an artificial life. After more than two hundred ex- periments that proved failures, we decided to change from the electronic pulsation method to experimenting with the effect of different rays on the solution which is a secret to me alone now. Still as we worked from dawn to dusk, we failed again and again. One day, it was in early August, I believe, we were sitting on the porch of our lab trying to think of some new method of experimenting. We had tried nearly everything we knew, electric shock, X-ray, Ultra- violet rays, electronic synthesis, we even built an atom-smasher and triei by building different molecules from atoms which were found in the human body. Still we failed to accomplish the feat. But to get back to that day, as we were sitting there each of us thought of ways which might bring to us the breath of life. Then in the form of a small black box came death, disaster, grief, and misfortune. This box, which we found floating in the stagnant waf- ers of the Everglades, had no mark of danger on it. It looked like a small trunk that someone would use in which to keep things that were precious to them. Yet as we opened it and read the notes in it. each of us began to see it was the answer to our vain ex- periments. The box, as we found out bv the notes in it, was all that was left of James Connelfield, a noted scientist who had supposedly dis- appeared in 1894. But he had gone to the Everglades and set up a lab- oratory and tried to accomplish the same thing we were working for. a formula for life. He had contracted a serious disease and knowing that he would die soon. he had worked dav and night in his attempt to se- cure the formula. Just before death smote him, he wrote the notes on his experiments and sealed them in the box with a solution which we knew by the notes was all we need- ed to complete our experiment. It even told us how to build an electric generator which would start the liv- ing thing which we were working for. As we started on our newly inspir- ed experiment, we little knew the horrible thing we would create. Yet we started building the static gen-