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

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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

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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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26 me ABRAM sneeze WINTER I think the best time of the year, ls winter when the snow is here. The children love to romp and play, Deep in the snow on a blustry day. To the older folks, it's not such fun, But when it's night and day is done, They sit beside the fire's glow And tell tall tales of long ago. Lewis Brackley '50 SPRING FEVER W5 spring time and the birds return, The buds are on the trees, lt's spring time and your heart will yearn, To follow the birds and bees. lt's spring time and the snow is gone, The wind blows through the trees, lt's spring time and you hear the song, Of the robin in the breeze. Ronald Meldrum '50 THE RACE The horse was running hard and fast, The race was almost done, But soon another horse went past, And then the race was won. The people on the side did cheer, They shouted loud and long, They said 'twas the best race of the year But they, l thought, were wrong. Maybe you think that this is fun, But I do not agree, And when l get this ballad done You'll see no more of me. Ronald Meldrum '50 TI-IE WIND 'Twas all upon a winter's day. The snow began to dance and play. The wind did whistle in the trees As scraps of paper flew with the breeze The house tops rattled loud, and shook, As the wind swept down a nearby brook The telephone poles did start to sway, As the snow and wind continued to play Ronald Meldrum '50 0 'f 'W Nv Q I ' ' ' 1 L If