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

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THE RIGHT ROAD? She had walked for five hours now along a winding dirt road somewhere in the mid west She was not sure towards what town she was headed, or how much longer she would have to walk All she knew was that her sister was dyinv and she had to hurry When she had come to the fork in the road about one half a mile back, she was not certain which one to take The sian that pointed out the way to Shackton had been blown to pieces by the hurrlcane of two nivhts ago She had decided to take the left road, and whether or not lt was the rivht one, she would know soon enough Her thln coat was not enough to keep her warm on such a cold day as thls, but stlll she kept on going, never restinp moment and runnlng whenever she could find the strenqth All that she thought ol was that she must hurrr to vet there before it was too late All of a sudden, she stumbled over a rock that lay in her path, and fell unconscious when her head hit another rock that lay nearby When she came to a few minutes later, she was frightened because she did not know how lone she had beer lying there When she saw that it was still day lloht, she felt better But could this have been tomorrow? Maybe she had been unconscious all night! She started to run faster, faster untll she could run no longer It began to get dark and she was frightened This just had to be the rivht road and she must pet there in time She had to tell her sister that Mlchael had been found before it was too late It m qht very well save her life flCh8Sl, her sister's son, who had disappeared three months apo, had been found after everyone believed him dead After mlchael dlsaeoeared, her sister became very sick Tust three days avo, the doctor said that sh would not live unless Michael were found She had no will to live without hlm Why did that awful hurrlcane come and destroy all the tele phone wir s and make the roads imDOSS1bl6 lor any car to travel over? If only she could have phoned to say that Michael was at the farmhouse sare and sound, and tha e hal not rln ax J but I c been kidnapped and by a stroke ol luck managed to escape! It now became dark and she was terrlbly t1red But all at once she saw a llsht ahead and then she recopnized the house She had taken the right road! She ran up the steps and into the house Just in time to hear the doctor say that her sister was still alive but she only had a few mlnutes of life left She had arrlved too late She went over to the bed where her sister lay staring at the ceiling, and told her that Michael had been found alive and well, and that he would come to her Her sister smiled for the first time in three months then closed her eyes and fell limp Kit Meinig, '48 ' Q o ,- 0 - D D U 1- 1 . X.: ' . 2 f l . , , . . I A k., 8 . . ,I Q .Q 7 ' 1 1 I . . . , ,J 1 . - , - I 'J O W 1 0 . c Q R o X: .2 ' . f . 1, , . ,- ii 5 Q1 ' 'xi' ' X- 51 Q u I' ,I - . 9 xi . 1 O A O 5 sr ' ' - U X C5 R- . . ' .L 1 1. 1 , . - ., L, Q . kk J L 'Jai 421: 1 , X L . . . I . , J 0 3 I . I . Q . I o . , . .-

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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, !

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I'M GCING HOME I hear the snlash of water, and some squeals fron the next room, and I am awake Another day has begun But then 1ust I'll hear wonderful New York below me I'll be with my family, my mother, and father, and sister I'l1 hea the fog horns of the tug boats on the river, the buses on the avenue Excitement' Home' I reallse that it's not another day Tonight sleen in my own room and the noise and bustle of M But I have no time to think now' I must vet ready I get out of bed and make I nut on the clothes I laid out the nivht before But the same thought is poing Y' L home' I m going home' Like the rhytqmic turninv of train wheels my mind says over and over, HI'm going home' noi g home' going home' Now suddenly the house is alive wlth motion and noise Vater is runnlns, ha py volces are calling, and everyone's foremost thought is t e same as mlne I m QOIDQ home' with much This home Breakfast bells ring and neorle come running down the stairs suitcases, wearinv sults and hats At breakfast no one eats for everyone is too excited and it can be felt all over is the point to whlch we have all been Cllmblhg We're voinp V S K A . ,fx 4 XX - . K x y , ix .Nl E A r A 'x xi - I . I . . . - . X :X ? X X 4 n 0 i it, , A, W. f , i ,I 'tl-'Trough my mind. 'I'm going I YA Q ' 1 - o lyfj A w' 'h K L 5 H r I 'L 5. . ' W. . x ,