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

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LIGHTS Out of the inky black darkness came the bird like plane blinking its emerald and ruby liphts to signal any pasl rby in that high, misty vicinity Its wings were brushed by the wisring touch of white, feathery flakes, floating softly downward still it cut through the darkened soace and hummed its man made energy was exerted I was there I knew the thrill of soaring near the heavens playing hide and seek with the nomad clouds I had seen the golden rays of the sun crowning the amethyst mountains and snow crested hills I had seen the silver moon beams over the saonhire blue water To me, all nature w as a multicolored robe of jewel , srln np at God's touch Yet that night it was qulte diff rent from befor , for the sipht I beheld filled me with great exultatlon and caused my heart to beat in irreaular time Below me and around for mlles, stretched endle s streams of twinkling diamonds laid over the barren.andfTdpjd land to keen it warm blanket held my gaze This sight was mine I owned every jevel I was as a miser floating over and counting my riches The bird flew closer, almost touching the blanket and wlth each step nearer my eyes seemed to fill Qoon we were Dart of that ight, those riches I no longer ownec that ff wealth for now I was a rart of lt, and perhaps, bove, som one felt he was my master, too '3 ' ' I X Torothy Qteiner '47 JF' EFA f If-gg rx w k X gtk' 1 - 1 1' , . re I Q L , I I-J , y -.. as . , M 0 0 J L ' i. , ' - - L ' Q A L. 1 3 - ' L .- a . as ., s f' 1 ' . . . ' Q- 2 -A O ' ' ss L. I was oblivious to surroundiny ob'ects- onl this s arklin 9 - K. - L J c , . .V 'v e , , .Q - .- ' 9 . s O s ' s Q V g , 1 , ' ll . 4 - Lf G A C Ks I In - 4 ' M ' - x ,.-1 I qv ' ,I ' 1 I a 4 L-Q r md' 5 5 S ' ff 3, N . g . ,

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Now again he approached the fork, his tasks finally com pleted Fe had provided well for his young son, he had become rich and respected Now, for the last time he paddled homeward to the house he had built so long ago for his young bride H had built it in the full flush of youth and promise, he left it now in the pall of age and sickness It was best he should leave it, for it now held nothing but memories His son was married, and held a responsible posi tion in a large city firm Fe, himself, was ill and feeble, the strain of his hard, woodsman s life finally leaving its mark It took all his strength to navigate this gentle river, yet he knew in his heart he could not have left without paddling it just this once more He tried to put the thought of leaving behind him, but it would not go He had been to town and settled his business, now he was returning home to meet his son and his daughter in law They would go to live in a nice little suburb, where he could live as a well to do man should, and where it would be properly cared for No more would he endanger his life in the rough and The old scout s heart cried out, and the eagle joined in his cry The man watched him as he circled, and wondered if perhaps this eagle was the same mountain king that had so often greeted him on those river journeys of the past If it was, he too must be old, but he would never leave the forest With the inherent instinct of the wild, he would know when his time came, and would fly even deeper into the wilderness that he might meet it alone The scout looked up, startled, he was at the mouth of the fork, and suddenly, without any warning, the call came again It was silly, it was crazy, he was old, infirm, he couldn t possibly but this time there was no turning back Stronger and stronger came the pull, and suddenly the old man knew, as the eagle would sometime know, as all wild things know Because he knew, the fear and indecislon which had filled his life in the past few, sickly years melted away The small canoe hesitated only an instant, then the current caught lt and carried it swiftl along The man at the stern was no longer the broken scout of yesterday He was young, and strong, moving -not toward death, but toward life' The eagle screamed again overhead, and the wild free notes stirred the canoe, so straight, There was spring in his guided the canoe up the the eternal vastness of the very soul of the man who sat there in so still, on this morning in early spring heart, and laughter on his lips as ne 'Road to the Forgotten Land,n up into the mountains Shirley Ann Fay, '48 Y 0 A 0 . e I A I O C vigorous forest, that was for younger men. I O 0 I . . . w O Q I 0

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TO THE SLNIORS I STILL AIW'T LLARNED I still a1n't learned For four years near tney've done their best, They've worked with all their vim and zest, Yet, as some of you may have Puessed I still a1n't learned I got up at seven, Though at this awful time of morning I couldn't thlnk and said so, yawning Still for four years my protests scorning I got up at seven I went to classes I had a list of subiects so long That often the one I went to was wrong But they insisted and with perserverance strong I went to classes I was crammed with culture I've been to operas and concerts palore, I feel that Shakespeare is my neighbor next door, I was crammed with culture Now I'm Graduating I'm pettine from Mom a new white suit, And from the school a diploma to boot, And crowds of relatives'll be there to root Now I'm graduatinp I still a1n't learned And now the question, I must confess Has caused four years of uneasiness, What has the good of the whole darn mess? I still ain't learned Shirley Fay, '49 Naomi Farrell, '48 His short cropped hair like a field of windswept grain. Rain, like a mass of running people, closed in from all sides Her hair like milkweed blown in the wind Sunshine, like the warm breast of a Mammy, lulled her to sleep Fear held her back with iron hands Learned not to spill my tea on the floor, !