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

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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-

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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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erator with energy which we didn't even know we had. We worked all day and nearly all night, only stop- ping to eat, for about two months until the experiment was almost ready to come to an end- But as we started the gasoline en- gine that ran the generator each of us had a feeling of danger. Yet we went on. The first shock which we transmitted into the fluid found in the box failed. We knew that if Con- nelfield was right in his figuring, it was we who had made the error. We started by inspecting the huge sta- tic generator for liaws. We found it almost immediately. A small hair was lying across the wires and was causing just enough short circuit to throw our charge off by ten million volts. After the hair had been removed, we checked over all the rest of the apparatus just to be sure it was in correct working order. Again we started the stock trans- mission. This time, as the spark flew from the copper electrodes in the negatively charged liquid, an eerrie glow of a ghostly grey-green color was emitted from it. We now knew that our experiment would be a suc- cess. . As we slept that night the genera- tor continued the electric transmis- sion of positive eons into the liquid. These eons had to be transmitted in- to the liquid for a period of fourteen hours. And as the liquid was being charged, we caught up on a little of our sleep which we had lost in the past month. Q The next day at eleven-thirty seven we shut ofl' the generator and extracted the electrodes from the liquid. It still had that eerrie glow but at about two-twenty in the after- noon the glow vanished almost im- mediately and the liquid changed into what seemed to appear to be a semi-solid. It had shape, yet it seem- ed to have all the characteristics of a liquid. Over the next few days we studied the living form we had created. It appeared to thrive on pure air, as we noted that though it had no mouth, no eyes, or any form or liv- ing senses, it thrived and grew larg- er on the air alone. One day while I was in town for supplies, disastci' broke out in our lab. The doctor had tried feeding the THING solid foods to see how IT would consume and digest it. This proved to be a fatal error. Soon after the THING consumed the food, IT began to grow larger every sec- ond. You could almost see IT grow. Just as I was about to get out of my car and enter the lab, 'screams of anguish, pain, and fright came to my ears from the interior. Suddenly as if there were a great pressure on the inside of the walls of the lab, they seemed to bulge out until they' finally burst and I saw Jeanne and the doctor and the THING. The girl and her father were slowlyhbeing devoured by the mon- strousilTHING that by this time was nearly forty feet wide. It had no shape and seemed to flow over the ground like protoplasm. I came out of my paralyzed con- dition and reached for my high-pow- ered rifle which I always carried there in my car in case of emergen- cies, but until now had seen no use for it. As the THING came nearer I shot into the centerof it, trying to kill it- But then it struck me, it couldn't be killed, it had no heart, no brain. What was I to do? It was growing all the time, and moving along with a rapid pace, destroying everything in its path. As I ran to get out of its way, my foot slipped and became entangled in some vines on the ground. As I fell I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. Whcin I looked at it I saw that it was broken. There I lay with the THING coming toward me. I managed to keep hold of myself, and crawled to the car which was parked on the road to town. I struggled into the seat and start- ed the motor. As I turned to see