House in the Pines High School - Log Yearbook (Norton, MA)

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The sun sank lower, and dusk began to fall The red was straining now, forcing his great legs to keep up their pace, yet as he ran, he was a perfect example of the most beautiful thing on earth, a good horse in full motion Tired as he was, he had a grace and rhythm in his movements that would excite admiration in the coldest heart The men behind him, however, thought only of his great money value, and drove on mercilessly, unmoved by the beauty and spirit of the animal As the roan, unable to turn, sped into a mountain passage, they smiled They knew what lay ahead The stallion did not know He raced on, forcing his every step, his great coat wet with sweat and his nostrils flaring If only he could find some refuge! His eager eyes took in all about him, but saw no hope Then the friendly breeze brought to him another scent It was the smell of water and trees The roan's ears pricked up, his tired muscles found new strength If he could reach a woods, he could lose these relentless pursuers If only he could reach a woods The men were beginning to gain now Slowly, surely, they moved nearer But the stallion drove himself on, ever closer to that maddening smell Would he reach it? Could he reach it? With a final burst of speed he swept around a curve and flashed across a clearing, only to rear and stop There was his were his trees, green and inviting on the other side of the water But between himself and the woods and the creek there was empty air The stallion was standing on the edge of a high cliff, which had a sheer drop of fifty feet to the rocky creek below The men were coming nearer now, uncoiling their lariats as they rode Their shouts were jubilant, for their prize had no way of escaping, he was cut off The stallion glanced about him, taking in with one sweeping look all the wild beautiful country he so loved, never again would he roam through it freely, capering and prancing with the mere joy of life He ran a little way toward the men, and his scream of defiance cut through the air for a second time Then he whirled and raced toward the edge The horrified ranchers watched the great flanks gather and heave, then the flame red body was hurtling out over the cliff edge, out and out till it seemed it must take wings and fly Then it began to drop, down, down, down The men turned homeward in the deepening dusk They had failed, and they would never have another chance No human hand would ever ruffle the silky mane once touched so gently by the wind The sun was just sinking behind the mountains A last few red rays remained, but in the creek, swept quickly along by the rushing current, there was a sudden flash of bright red It was the mane of a horse, just visible above the water - Shirley Ann Fay, '48 water, a wide, turbulent creek filled with jagged rocks. There

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THE SUNSET The sun was just beginning to set It bathed the earth with its red gold rays, but by the water pool there was a sudden flash of a brighter red It was the mane of a horse, just visible above he trees the open and it was as if another sun ha appeared, for he was a giant fire red roan stallion He was big, all right, and powerful, but there was about him an air of grace, of aristocracy He held his head high in a klngly fashion It was beautiful, savage head, and the eyes were savage too, alight with an unconquerable love of freedom. Standing there, alert, watchful, he seemed to embody the very spirit of the wild He bent his head to drink, but his ears remained up, constantly straining to catch some sound The sound he waited for was the thunder of hooves, and he waited with good reason, for during the last seven days lt had come every day unfailingly With that sound came man, with his ropes and guns, just as he had come many tiles before, in a vain attempt to capture the big stallion This time he had been nearly successful, and the roan had escaped only by fleeing to this unfamiliar territory Deep in his heart he knew that he had not really escaped at all, but that the men were still behind him He was tired and in an unknown land, yet he awaited his enemy proudly, defiantly, getting what rest he could before the chase began For awhile the earth was peaceful The breeze ruffled the silky red mane and played gently with the sweeping tail Then as a last act of friendship, it brought to the ever testing nostrils the scent they had been waiting for, Man! The stallion snorted, reared Now he could hear faintly those awaited hoof beats His shrill scream of defiance rang through the air to the ears of the oncoming ranchmeng then he whirled and raced away. Swiftly he ran, ever striving to go faster, faster! His wondrous speed and endurance had saved him many tines before, they must do so again. But the men were riding fresh horses, and he was tired. Ordinarily his cunning and his knowledge of the country would have enabled him to outwit them, but now he raced through an unknown land, and fear raced with him. , I N t - 1 I t . And what a horse! He stepped into l d -

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SPRTNG Spring, for me, is the fragrance in the alr, The feeling of the spongy earth beneath my eet The song of birds, The laughing and playing of children, The low steady buzz of bees Spring, for you, is the blue S4188 of heaven, The green grass, soft and new, upon the earth, The buddlng flowers, The chlldren, ln their JPlflt cotton dresses, The lory of the earth ln nev array I can not see these colors, Yet sprlng offers beauty to m I can near, I can smell, I can leel, I can see ln my mlnd now lt looks I've not been oenled all of oeaut I can see with all but my eyes Naoml Farrell '48 Uver the vast and rolling land I've wandered year in, vear out, drinklng in every drop of God made beauty and lauding the ever varying panoroma cf unforgettable sights Jhat have I gained by such Intakes? and what motive did I have for ever disregarding weighty responsibillties and slpplementing them with my wandering? Could I have been endlessly searching for a Utopia which doesn't exist? Possibly! Fantastic that at odd interv ls, on wind svept hills or in srady groves, by secluded brooklets or over dew sprinkled grasses, I should find that utter contentment, that imaginary Utopia I've watched, I've compared nature to an urchin, laughing then weeping, lucid complexioned, dirty surfaced Earth nursed by bother Nature, chlld nursed by motherhood Pale in winter fresh in sprlng, warm, glowing in sum er, bright fn fall, all the similarities of His ch ldren Is it any wonder that in my travels, I should constantly await that emotional blis , that bliss I often exper'enced, the bliss whose very touch expands my heart and soul? How like me, a selfish O8 rp, to de ire that permanent felicity as lcng as I live! - Dorothy Steiner, '47 4 .. T . 1,-I . 4, , o , I , V . . A . . . , 1 ' -1 ' ' Q rf ' ' ' C, 1 . . . W Y eo . . . 1 . ,K , , F , -' yn .. , A Q - I - . . BLISS 1 ' r ' ' C7 a 4 'I' . . 1 , ' 1 . , 3 A 1 wa L.. J -4. Q P 40 I 0 ' m o : YN ., .... z -L I ll hr S I .L H - . ' : ,I I , S I