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

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THE GYM DL OWSWRATION Cirlish squealing fills the air, Especially from the ones who wear Their snappy gym suits, freshly pressed Each out to do her very best For very soon, when all is still, The audience will get its fill Of every type of lndoor sport, A very interesting report Hush, be still, she's coming now, Miss nChambie' who has taught us how To keep our balance in the air To do each step wlth thoubht and care Balance and coordination Mixed with lots of determination Have made the tumblers what they are, Insplred by HChambie', tneir sulning star But that's not all in our repertaire For shown by those Nno're come lrom afar Is the South American style Ol dancin , Tappinb, plain and mllitary, Reducing courses of DuBarry And danclng of another set, In squares, a very popular sport So all in all, as you can see Ve acted quite professlonally Lucy Geiger '49 Fear walking up and down my spine with icy feet The hush of twilight lake a golden blanket spread over the e rth Snow like e rth's cnrlsteninb robe Books like tired soldiers leaning on one another The teddy bear sat arrogantly on a pllloa looklng down on H18 playmates Homen che ing thelr cud of ossip vu, - :A A ...A I O . A , ' v w . 'T L . ' ' ' ' i . v 1 A 7' x ' 5 Enough to set us all a-prancing. fr ' ' O L ' . I ' A , a a ' T . . r . 1 . K ,. ,. O . V . 5 .

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INTO THE NIGHT Silently into the night where all is peaceful all serene I longed to flee from the world with its petty bickerings, its ceaseless noise, its calloused viewpoints, and its constant pounding to exact a toll from every living being These things which I despised threatened to hem me in, to shut out everything light and beautiful I wanted desperately to be alone with my thoughts. Fragments of beloved poetry crept into my mind 'Slowly, silently, now the moon walks the night in her silver shoon 'and then 'The sea is calm tonight, the moon lies fair upon the straights. I knex where I should go Black, portentous black pines thrust themselves grotesquely upright against the purple dusk, casting forboding shadows, yet I could not let their gi anticness deter me Straight down the slippery forest path I spe comforts at last by the sight of the smooth bay by the moon Here was the serenity I sought, no brillantly illuminated stray wind ruffled the turbed the stillness, the sand lay firm and cool the rocks were ever ready pillows for my body fused into a nondescript color, at once mysterious, yet friendly and solid Everywhere there was contentment beneath my feet, and Sky, sea and land were Relaxed against a huge rock, with my feet cushioned in the sand, I gazed with unseeing eyes into the vastness of the heavens while my dis ordered thoughts ran their rampant course Gradually txey became 41.93 tangled, the snares no longer held, I could face life and its ensuing difficulties with unburdened shoulders I rose and walked up the pine bordered path at rest within myself HE The And But And wind passed me today, I asked it whence it came it answered not to me, told me not its name The And wind passed me today, w11sper1ng through the trees, Told me that it had come From some far distant breeze VIND The And But Nor The And Anne Braitmayer '48 wind passed me today, I asked it where it went it answered not to me, told me its intent wind passed me today, took me by the hand, Taking me far from home, To God and the promised land Naomi Farrell '48 ... neocons ' surface of the water nor made the trees singg no animal's rustling dis- T. E I I I fi,

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THE EAGLE SCREAMED The canoe shot swiftly down the stream, the old scout at the stern guiding it with all the skill that he had had thirty years before although most of his former strength was lacking. with sure even strokes he sent his slim craft farther and farther into the beckoning green forest as if in a last, desperate attempt to lose the civilization which was pressing its unwelcome presence on all the wilderness he so loved Only the forest, wild and primitive, could understand what was in the old man's heart only the forest, which had reared him, tried him, taught him the unforgettable lessons of life and death That forest now stood open before him, fierce and free, as it had ever been, although civilization was already crowding at its borders As the ancient scout paddled, his eyes took in and read the messages of the wild as they had done so often in the days of yore when his life, and those of his friends, depended on his knowledge and alertness They took in, too, the fragrant beauty of the morn ing, filled with all the bitter sweetness of early spring The dew lay like tear drops on tree and.flower alike, while, laughing l nlight sparkled over all It was as if CD18 early spring morn ing, where the death of the old year mingled so intimately with the birth of the new, held the very secret of life itself with all its varied joys and sorrows An eagle circled in the air, and his screams drifted down to the lone man in the fragile boat The white head moved, looking upward, and as the old eyes fell upon the circling bird, other scenes suddenly flashed into view First was a young man, paddling strongly and vigorously down this very river, but he was not alone A lovely and laughing girl sat in the bow, listening while her husband proudly told her of their new home out here in the wilderness, of the river and its many legends She looked wlth lnterest at the oranch OI the river Forgotten Landn he said it was call d, because no one had ever gone all the way up But he would It had a certain hold on him, that river with its promise of vast and unknown territory Some day, when he had gotten everything settled in his new home, he was going up it all the way up and as he paddled on, an eagle screamed over head Next came a picture of an older man, who moved slowly and sadly, returning from a final goodbye to the lovely and laughing girl who had been his wife He passed almost unseeingly through the woods he loved so well, but as he neared the fork branching off into the nRoad to the Forgotten Landn he felt again the call, pulling him toward the welcoming green of the heavy forested moun tains Up until now he had never had time to answer that summons, and now he had a young son to provide for, but some day the eagle or the mountain screamed overhead he pointed out to her a little fur-ther on. The Road to the