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

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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

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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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EIGHTEEN You couldn't see his face because his coat collar was turned up, and his hat pulled down just far enough to hide his features He sank down into his warm over coat, not because he was cold, but because he d1dn't want to be recognized He seemed lonely and frightened Everything was planned to the minute, there was nothing to be afraid of H had thought it over from every angle but what would he do if the fellows found out? would theysquealed on him? O , but everything was going to be all right He knew it was He looked up at the sky, then, the moon was so bright that paled every star It seemed to be a huge spotlight casting its light directly on him and polnting him out to every passer by He wondered if he looked like a crook He hoped not, even though he felt like one Well, it was too late to turn back now, anyway Holy smoke! lasn't that Pop Wagner, the cop on the beat? What would he think of him if he knew? And after all the years Pop had known him! Aw shucks, Pop would understand and Then he calmed himself, he knew, without looking again, that it wasn't Pop Wagner He had timed everything just right Pop was always on the other side of the block at quarter past just lO past seven every night, Pop would finish his inspection the bank, make his call to headquarters, then continue his beat It was 7 15 now, Pop wouldn't be back for 15 minutes, just time would have borrowed Pete's, only Pete's father and mother might ask embarras sing q'-108 tj-ODS He began to walk faster, with more determination, he felt surer, less frightened Everything was going to turn out all right it had to Gosh! This was an awfully important night The moon still shone bright and clear, it made him feel small, insignificant, when he looked at it He wished he were somewhere else, anywhere but here Gee whiz! He was almost there! Just a few more steps, and then Now he was nervous again Had he miscalculated Pop's time? He was there, he stopped, then he remembered, this was Pop's night off Oh! What a dunce he had been, all that careful planning for nothing And anyway, what 11 Pop and the fellows did find out that he had a date with Mary9 Wasn't she the prettiest girl in school? After all, he thought, as he rang Mary's bell and heard her step in the hall, I'm eighteen now, I m a manl' Dee C1cma,'49 e 0 e- h it In Of enough. 'If he only had a car, it sure would come in handy. He . . 3 O 0 Y '