Kingfield High School - Abram Breeze Yearbook (Kingfield, ME)

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24 THE ABRAM BREEZE Phyl were all ready. Phyllis asked me if I had remembered to bring her ski boots and I, trying to get her excited, said, No! But I laughed and she knew that I was kidding. Singing, talking and falling asleep now and then, we left Farmington. Our desti- nation was Berlin, New Hampshire. When we arrived at the Hotel Costello, where we spent the night, we took out our skiis and belongings. Sure enough! I had forgotten to bring not only Phyl's boots but also my own, they were still in the store in Kingfield. The next morning we started for Pink- ham's Notch, a place where they do much skiing. From there we went to Franconia, where there is a large tramway that takes people right to the top of the mountain. Up there we could see all over the place. There were mountains all around and it really was beautiful. We found out that there was not much skiing that day, so we felt better about the lack of ski boots. Maybe I couIdn't say that I skied down Mt. Cannon, but I can, and do, say that I slid a little way on it. Amos, Stub, Phyl and I went out to look around on the top of the mountain. It was terribly slippery and I was wearing shoes and rubbers. When I stepped out to look around, down I went! I slid only a little ways but it was enough to give me a scare because there wasn't anything to hang on to and every time I moved, I slid down farther. After leaving Franconia, we went to North Conway to see the place and to see how the skiing was there. That is a place of style. There were some of the most ex- pensive ski suits that I have ever seen. For a while we watched the skimobile take people up the mountain. We bought pictures and then we returned to Pink- ham's Notch. ' From there we started for home. Since then, several people have inquired as to how anyone can ski without ski boots. Dena Vase '50 THE HOUSE ON CRANBERRY HILL About two weeks ago at the club, a group of boys was talking about strange houses. I ioined the group, but wished afterwards that I had stayed away. The house they were talking about was the old, deserted mansion up on Cranberry Hill. It seems that the owner was murdered and now he roams his house as a ghost. They were telling how no one could stay a night in the place. It had been at- tempted a few times by some unwise or overbrave character. One such person had been found floating down the river a few days after he went up to stay. The rest had either fallen down the stairs and broken their necks or had committed sui- cide. I told them it was all a lot of nonsense. Before I knew what I was doing, I said I would stay a night in the old house. I asked if anybody would go with me, but they had all gone before I had finished the question. The next day I went up with my servant and dog to the gloomy old house. The door was unlocked and off one of its hinges. Dust, which had accumulated in the many years of vacancy, covered the floors and furnishings. To help drive away the gloom, we built a fire in the fire- place. Before Iong the sun went down and I told my servant that we would look for some rooms in which to sleep. As we went up the stairs, a cold dampness struck me and, at the top of the stairs, my dog barked loudly. I told my man to go one way and I went another. I looked in all the rooms and finally found one which was satisfactory - a large room with many windows. After I had built a fire. I looked outside and saw the moonlight forming gruesome shadows on the ground. While I was watching those shadows, I heard a blood-curdling scream come from two doors away. I turned around in time to see my servant running out. I tried to stop him but he pushed me down. Then he half ran, half fell down the stairs and out the door. If I had been wise, I, too, would have gone. Instead, I went toward the room. As I opened the door, I felt that cold dampness again. Nothing else! It being late, I went downstairs and got my blankets and the dog. Then I went up to bed. The fire crackled and snapped

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THE ABRAM BREEZE 23 the radio. lt will be on a Saturday morn- ing on Jimmy Golden's show. We don't know the exact date yet. . Louise Taylor '50 OUR TRIP TO THE LEWISTON TOURNAMENT Our basketball boys were asked to en- ter the Lewiston Tournament in February. Mr. Clunie hired a Triangle bus to take those that wished to go. Each of us con- tributed Sl.25 towards paying for the bus. We were to meet at the school house at 10:00 A.M., the time having been changed to that from eleven, as we had been told at first. After we paid for our bus fare and tickets to get into the game, we waited for the bus to arrive. When we finally saw it coming up the road, everyone tried to get into position to grab the best seats. After we finally got seated, we noticed we already had a passenger, Lewis Newcomb of Farmington. Mrs. Vose, our chaperon, began checking her list to see if everyone was there, but, to our dismay, Jean Winter had not arrived. At last, we saw her run- ning toward the bus. Finally, we were on our way. When we reached Farmington, everyone started putting on his coat, because we had heard rumors that we were to change to a larger bus. But we went right through. We all relaxed until we came to Wilton, where we picked up Jane Frenchette, a student at Wilton Academy. You should have heard the Sophomore boys whistle! After Harold Lovejoy had given her his seat and found another for himself, we went on our way again. After quite a long ride, we Lewiston. By going through the business Armory. reached section, we finally reached the Looking out of the bus windows, we saw quite a few people we knew-Kingfield fans, of course-waiting for the doors to open. When the doors did open, we hurried right in and got a seat, because Kingfield was to play the first game. Even though there weren't many King- field people there, when our boys came onto the floor a great cheer went up which, to us, sounded much louder than the cheer when the Greely boys came out. The game was exciting most of the time, and especially so at the end when we were tied and had to play a three minute over- time period. At the end of that period we were tied again. It really became ex- citing then, as the team that got the first two points was to be the winner. Then- the moment came! Kid was fouled and had a chance for two shots. Everyone was tense and quiet. He made the first! If he could only do it again! He did! The Kingfield section went wild. Press men took Kicl's picture, a picture that was pub- lished in the Lewiston Evening Journal. Underneath the picture it said, King- field's Hero. I guess that was true. After our game some of us watched part of the Lincoln-Mexico game. Then, because we were hungry, we decided to go downtown to eat. Some of us went to a movie in the evening because no school that we knew was playing and the seats at the Armory were very hard! After the movie, some went back up to the games, because they still had the price of admis- sion. The rest of us still had money enough to eat on, so we ate and, then, walked up to the Armory again. Arriving there and seeing our bus, we entered and sat down to wait for the rest of the crowd to come out from the games. Soon after ten, we started on our way home. After we had been riding for some time, Bettie started eating apples and Od- lin and I ate dill pickles. They only made us thirstier. Some of us tried to sleep but as Niilo Sillanpaa had a squirt gun, we didn't sleep long at a time. We finally reached Kingfield, and then walked up North Main to get our beauty sleep. We surely needed it. Margaret Niemi '49 WHEN I WENT TO NEW HAMPSHIRE lt was a Saturday night, the night of the finals in the Franklin County Tourna- ment, that we drove to New Hampshire. Amos and Alice Winter and I were to pick up Phyllis Wilber and Robert iStubl Taylor in Farmington. We left the store at nine that evening, supposing that we had everything with us. When we arrived in Farmington, Stub and

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THE ABRAM BREEZE 25 and threw weird light about the room. As I was lying there thinking, I noticed my watch slowly slide off the table and disap- pear. Quickly I got out of bed. The candle flickered and went out. I lit it again and this time it went out instantly. That dampness came into the room. The dog barked wildly and then dropped upon the floor. All at once I saw it-a green man, all bloody and slimy-standing be- fore the fire. As I was looking at him, the fire slowly went out and lights flashed about the room. I felt ra cold hand about my throat and I grasped at it, but it -.vasn't there. I struggled and kicked but it still choked on. When I had almost lost con- sciousness, the hold lessened and I breathed once more. The fire came baclg to life and the candle again lit up the room. My watch was on the table, but it never ran again. -. .I gathered up my blankets and the dog and went home. There I found my servant still frightened. The next day I went down to the club and told my story to the boys. They laughed and pinned a Iiar's medal on me. A Richard McLaughlin '49 TWO WEEKS OF MY SUMMER VACATION lAs Recorded in my Diary! June I8 School closed today and what a relief! Now to sleep and sleep and sleep. June I9 What a rude awakening! In comes my mother with a smile saying, Weeds are waiting. Who invented weeds anyway? June 20 Sunday! June 21 Same as Saturday- pig weeds! Well, the pigs can have them. June 22 At last, I graduated today. No more weeds, iust witch grass. June 23 It rained today but no rest. House- work, and I stress the work, was waiting. June 24 The sun shone brightly and my face shone iust as brightly with sweat as I made my way back to the garden patch. June 25 Went to the house for water and what did I find? Two little cousins waiting to be entertained. Oh! well, anything but weeds. June 26 I Cousinly love is a wonderful thing but how far can you stretch it? My good cro- cheting all taken out! June 27 Cousins went home today, it being Sun- day again. No more cousins No more tots No more fishing for their - - No poetry in me- iust relief. June 28 No rest for the weary. Dad says the berries are ready to pick. June 29 Again rain, and this time canning ber- ries. They will taste good next winter, however. June 30 Hot! You could fry an egg on the porch. Wanda Bradbury '49 THE SUMMER RAIN All along the meadows And on the grassy plain, You can hear the patter Of the summer rain. It fills up all the rivers, It fills up all the nooks, It makes up bigger rivers Of all the mountain brooks. When the rain is over The sun comes out again, And everything is sparkling Just like a pretty gem. Dena Vose '50