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

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AUTUMN It was a cold autumn night in the last part of October and the air was damp with the rain that had fallen all day. The coons with their black masks and ringed tails would be prowling in the ripe corn fields. We turned old Rip and Jake loose at the head of the field. Rip was a big black and tan coon hound with long ears and a deep bass voice. Jake was just a mongrel but he could puzzle out the trail of any coon alive. The two dogs hit a hot trail and went off through the fir thickets and into a hardwood grove. They treed the coon in a large maple tree. Later that night we went home with two tired dogs and a dead coon. Leo Boyce '52 FIRE! The breathetaking sensation that the siren brought keeps coming back to me at night, when everything is quiet and I am trying to sleep. I feel the hot air in my face, and the smoke in my throat chokes me so that I can hardly breathe, but I keep going because I know that little Joie is upstairs and I have to get him. I see the flames, but I keep going. Then I find Joie, pick him up and make my way to the window. I keep wondering if we will get out alive. Finally there is a shattering of glass and the ladder breaks through the window. The fireman grabs Joie and I manage to crawl down the ladder after him. Everything goes black! Then I wake up in bed perspiring and wishing that I could stop dreaming of something that happened over a year ago. Virginia Trask '52 AN AIRPLANE RIDE Although it was quite a while ago when I took an airplane ride, I can still remember it clearly. I remember climbing into the little plane and fastening the safety belt. Then the pilot gunned the engine and we went hurtling over the snow faster and faster. Suddenly the bumping of the skiies on the snow ceased and I realized that we were slowly rising away from Page Twenty-Five The Abram Breeze the earth. When we had gained the necessary altitude, the pilot banked and flew over the town. The people and their homes and cars seemed like little dots far below. Since it was clear that day, we could see lakes and moun- tains which were very far from us. Finally the pilot headed back over the field and settl- ed slowly down to a perfect landing. Malcolm Knapp '52 OUR LABORATORY My first impression of our laboratory as I stood in the right hand door was that it is a fairly small cluttered room. The first thing I noticed was the work bench which goes along three walls of the room. This bench is painted with black fire-proof paint. On the bench are numerous pieces of apparatus. Just above the bench are the pipes which carry gas to the con- viently located bunsen burners. Opposite me and a little to the right is a long sink which is built into the bench. The room is well lighted with three windows on one side and one at each end. After I stepped into the room, I no- ticed that the wall between the doors was cov- ered with a green blackboard. Although it is quite cluttered, it is efhcient for the various science classes. Malcolm Knapp '52 GUESS WHO? During class the other day, I took time to analyze the person sitting next to me. As I glanced at him, he had a look in his eyes as if he wanted to do something he shouldn,t, which, of course, would be quite natural for him. One of his great beliefs is that a person should never sit quietly during a class. He is of average height and build. He has dark, slightly wavy hair. He likes almost all sports with basketball and skiing being in the lead. He can be very obstinate and stubborn some- timesg yet he is also very pliable. GUESS WHO? As I was studying in class I noticed the per- son beside me, who was also trying to study. I

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The Abram Breeze THE GIRL She was sitting there pale, gaunt and forlorn Probably wishing she had never been born, When along I came with everything one would want Bringing back vivid memories-I, a living taunt. For you see this poor girl's mother and dad were gone, And they wouldn't be back tonight or at dawn. They had been killed down by the laneg So now all her hopes were like washed-out rain. But I shall share my things with her Until in her eyes there is no blur, For you see I have been unforttunate and blue, So I want her to be happy again, too. Virginia Trask ,52 SPRING IS HERE Spring is here-what a delight- With leaves on the trees all around. Spring is here-what a beautiful sight- With sweet smelling Howers all over the ground. Spring is here-you can tell by the sound- With the chirping of bird in the air and trees. Spring is here, Look! All around The signs of nature drift in the breeze. Charles Howard '52 SKATIN G I finish lacing my skatesg then rise to my feet and slide one foot ahead of the other. I start off at a slow pace, and then I go faster and faster. My heart races to catch up with my feet. I feel as if I were flying over the ice like a swan on a smooth lake. I-Oh, Oh! A crash landing. I fall headlong on the ice. Ruth Donahue ,52 COASIN G Down, down, the sled goes as it coasts down a long steep hill over the white snow, The cold wind whistles as it rushes by the rider's ears It stings his face and makes water come into his eyes until it is hard to see. Charles Howard ,52 Pictures in prose: I took a swim in the lake in the middle of April. It was so cold that it made my teeth chatter like a riveting machine. Leo Boyce '52 Rain on a tin roof pitters and patters just like a child',s bare feet running in a hall. Virginia Trask '52 Boiling Coffee bubbles anfl spurts until it is set back, and when the cover is lifted a won- derful aroma spreads through the house. Virginia Trask '52 AUTUMN The trees are covered with thousands of leaves colored yellow, red, green and orange. Some trees are becoming bare and the ground is covered with a beautiful colored blanket of leaves of all sizes and shapes. The wind makes them dance about like merry elfs. If they come to rest upon some one's lawn, the people rake and burn these beauties of nature. Charles Howard ,52 SNOWSTORM I could see the very first flakes come danc- ing down very softly as if they were having a jamboree just for me. Then they began to get larger as they fell against the window pane. It seemed fantastic that a little snowflake could have such exquisite designs. Later, as they massed together, they formed a soft blanket over everything. Virginia Trask '52 AUTUMN The bright hues of the leaves in autumn, arouse two feelings within me. One is joy and exhilaration because of their beauty. The other is sadness caused by the realization that the trees will soon be bleak and bare and that I will have to rake up the leaves. Malcolm Knapp '52 Page Twenty-Four

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The Abram Breeze presume from the look on his face and the restlessness in his hands that his thoughts were far away. This boy, with a few sandy freckles and light hair, is sometimes apt to be a dreamer and think of the things ill life that might be nice to have but that would be too much work to get. He is a rather nice chap. He is slightly large both ways and has a sweet tooth that has to be satisfied quite regularly. He is a good sport and friend to all. The proud robin, with its blood-red vest, was cheerfully hopping around, pecking here and there in the freshly ploughed earth. Deane McLeary '52 Outside the radio store with their noses care- fully glued to the plate glass window, and watching the television sat four ragged little urchins chattering together. Deane McLeary '52 Wlien my mother gets angry at us children, she will get excited and her voice will become a shrill, piercing whistle. Then we will all break out laughing and she canit keep from laughing, too. Virginia Trask '52 GOING HUNTING The morning that deer season opened, I thought I would go hunting. It was a cold morning. The frost which had fallen the night before glittered in the sunshine on the brightly colored leaves. I followed along a trail in the woods. All at once I came out into a little clearing, where there was still some feed. Right in the middle of it stood a big buck getting his breakfast. just as I raised my gun to fire at him, there was a noise in back of me. He blew once and then was gone. Norman Trenholm '53 Page Twenty-Six