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THE STATE OF THE SENIOR GLASS BY His BXCELLENCY, JOE PHATEVVOUS QUnknownJ A PROCLAMATION 1 l 1946 D Whereas, the less dramatic, but none-the-less dreaded decay of the Senior Slass is one of the few unsolved and unhappy scourges with which we, the Senior Class, are particularly burdenedg and Whereas, today's social trends indicate an increasing fimpertancc for co-operation of the members of our class, and Whereas, the thought, attention and efforts of those in thennle department are attacking the problems of the dead-beats, and Whereas, the State of the Senior Class because of its 'role of leadership in the field of athletics, wishes to respond to the chal- lenge of the times, by making available the persons for a better class, and Whereas, tho decay is now to be attacked with new vigor, new re- sourcofulness through the establishment of two separate divisionswithin the Senior Class for the purpose of promoting their selfish aims, Be It Therefore Resolved: that, as Acting Foolish, I, Q'4e5- hereby proclaim the Senior Class f A MESS Cln the year 19461 Given at the Senior Home Room in Lunenburg High School, this tenth day of May in the year of our Lord one thousand line hundred and forty-six, and of the Senior Class of Lunenburg, the twelfth. By his Excellency the Governor, Joe Phatervous Acting Foolish God Save the State of the Senior Class ' Ruth Simon
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THE BOAT LEAVES THE PIER The fog drizzled through our slickers, dampening our clothes as well as our spirits. we raised our soggy handkerchiefs for one last feeble wave, although wo were quite sure they could not see us. The boat was nothing more than an almost indiscernable gray mass, blending with the grayness of the day. A bit of moisture trickled down my cheek, I didn't know whether it was rain or ---- well it didn't matter now, anyhow. l Constance Brown PORTRAIT OF A MURDERER A large portly man turned on the dinky light on the wall and' sat limply on the cot in the corner. He yanked his half open greyish white shirt from his hair ladened body and removed his muddy shoes tossing them across the room. He looked very tired but his eyes stared into space. Sweat camo from every pore in his body and his hands shook as he attempted to wipe it from h s face. There was a knock on the door. Our friend jumped from the bed and stood petrified as the door slowly opened. A policeman stood, gun in hand with a grim look on his face. uO.R. Blackie come along quiet- ly. The jigs up.N Blackic's mouth fell open and than he said as if gaining new found strength, nYou'll never get me,copper. I guess if I've get nerve enough to kill one guy, I've got nerve enough to kill two.n Q At that Blackie raised his gun to fire but the policeman shot first. nO.K. boys drag him out,N said the policeman as he replaced his gllflo Nancy Docekal MY UNLUCKY DAY When I was about nine years old my father bought me a pony. She was small, but fast. Fred Clay and I would ride around through the fields playing cowboys and Indians. we would wear only dungarees and hats, no shoes and that was all. Even our horses were stripped down. We rode without saddles just bareback. This was real fun. One Sunday morning I was sitting in the house and Mr. Winchester rode by on a beautiful bay mare. Ho had a nice saddle and bridle on her. He was dressed in white trousors,a sport shirt and fine leather gloves. I said to myself if he can look so classy so can I. The following evening I spent polishing my saddle and bridle. The next Sunday I brushed my pony and got dressed. I were white pants, shoes and shirt with a bright blue necktie. I borrowed my mother's kid gloves and started off at a slow walk. I was really enjoying myself. Slowly my neck was getting sore and I got sick and tired of riding like this. I came to an open field with a small brook running through it. I headed my pony across it at full speed. I thought my pony would jump the little brook. When we got about five feet away from the brook my pony stopped, but I kept right going. I landed on my stomach in the mud. From then on I was satisfied with riding bareback with dungarees on. Raymond Chapdelaine
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