Maynard High School - Screech Owl Yearbook (Maynard, MA)

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others finish dressing. But Bill Canton came in then and everythin’ was forgotten with the words he spoke. The Gray Speed Express couldn ' t get through to us at Hollow Creek! It seems the mud was acting like quick sand. The bridge supports weren’t hold- ing. The mail and two nieces of Schoolmaster Merril were on the express. That Express must come through. Anyway, pretty girls weren’t seen very often out here in Arizona and these ladies were straightways from Boston. Not that I give a hoot for gals. They sure’ll rip a skirt or somethin’ on a door. But right now I feel I might like to see a pretty gal full of manners. I rode out with ’bout five others to view the situ- ation. It was pretty bad. No heavy coach would make it over that there bridge. It was rotten even before the rains. Then we saw the coach acoming past Pete’s Turn. Tom Haley coaxed his steed into the water and swam across. The current was strong and they went along down-stream. Joe caught Tom there by forcing his own horse out to a rock. He got hold of Tom by an arm. But the horse couldn’t keep a steady footing and went directly over the falls. I don’t think it got hurt bad-like, but we all knew the swirling rapids below made short work of him. Sure was a beautiful horse. This time Jed and Carl went out keeping their horses together with a rope tied in an’ out of their saddle straps. Joe and I busy bringing life back to Tom missed the action, but shouts told us that Jed and Carl had made it. They clambered up the bank and mounted their horses. I he coach, meanwhile, had gotten stuck a quarter of a mile up Pete’s Turn. The boys rode up and soon v. ere pushing and hauling the Express. Tom came out of his unconsciousness but we knew he needed a doc. Tim said he’d take Tom back to town, so that only left five of us to get the stagecoach across that foaming mass of water. John and I went to the bridge, selecting the largest planks of wood and called the other three to come and help get them down to the bank. We sent Jim Perkins to get help at a neighboring ranch and by the time help came, we had over half a raft built. With this new strength in manpower we felt less exhausted and kept working. Jim told me a party was going to be held at the Grange Hall in town in honor of the schoolmaster’s nieces. Now I knew we’d ail be working like crazy to get to the girls first as rescuers. I guessed right. We had the raft ready in ten minutes. We put two horses on the side of the raft nearest the falls. They would keep the raft from floating toward the falls anyway. I stayed behind to act as a welcoming party with a couple of others. They made it! The current wasn’t too strong! Now, too bad I couldn’t be over there. I ' d a-liked to see what we were fighting for at least. Well, what-do-ya-know, they’re gonna get the stagecoach on the water and fix it up like a raft. Looks like they’re really gonna get it done. Here they come! Yahoo! They made it! Aw, shucks, the old lady who’s come with ’em won’t let ’em out in this mud. I should a known. Hey ! She’s changed her mind ! The girls are coming out! Oh, I guess the old lady has brought her two kids along too. Hey, where’s the Merril nieces? We want to see the girls!’’ and then we all shut up. Oh, no, it can’t be! They can’t be! but they are. The Merril nieces are cute, sure they are, but I’ll make a bet with you that they aren’t any older than ten, nor younger than eight years. Besides that, they’ve got big ears. Well, I can’t say I ever had a liking for girls anyway — . Sylvia Hill, ’53 My Dream Man I often wonder if God above, Will create my dream man for me to love. Just a someone with purplish eyes, So I can look at him with heavy sighs, Hoping that he’ll have natural straight hair Contrasting with his nose that fell somewhere; Dimples that are shaped in a triangle, Supposing that his ears do curl and dangle! Just a someone who dresses in style, Although he may wear shoes once in a while; Colorful socks that scare you at sight, Pants that are baggy from left to right; His long-sleeved shirt, checked or plaid, And his bright tie, cheerful, not sad; One tall hat with a rusty buckle, When you think of him, don’t you chuckle? Although I think he’ll be just my meat, I want him made well-mannered and neat. He may have a temper and scorn and yell. But everytime he’ll ring the bell. Please God, send him down to me, I’d be the happiest girl there ever could be. I won’t mind if he’s tall and lanky, Just so I can call him my Frankie.” ( II ) Virginia Van Vorse, ’53

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Oktober — Today I sat on a chair nex to the stove and the seat was awful hot. Mama wuz mad cuz she had taken the rolls out of the oven and put them on the chair and covered them up with a cloth to keep them hot. I didnt no they wuz there. We had them for super and they looked like pan cakes. Papa lafed and sed she who sits on red hot rolls shall rise again. Mama sed it wasnt funny. November — Thanksgiven turky was good. Papa got a leg and bruther got a leg. I don’t understan why turkeys dont have enuf legs so Mama and me cood have one. Nora my girl fren wuz sick. Her Mama sed she made a pig of herself. I went over to see her but she looked the same and she didnt say Oink, Oink like other pigs. Desember — All I want from Santa Claus is a new diry that has pages for every day so that I can rite lost more. Here ends the pages of my life. Next yeer I will rite lodes of stuff. Dora D. Helen Stokes, ’51 The United Nations Flag The United Nations Flag was the brain child of Albert Johnston, Publicity Director of the National Grange, who suggested that women make and present this flag to every community in the nation. So for the past few months modern Betsy Rosses have gathered that they might express in a tangible way to America and the United Nations their efforts to establish peace in the world. The flag is designed with a field of blue, centered with a map of the world enclosed with a white wreath, blue for truth and white for purity, repre- senting the sincerity of the 2 6 nations who believe and practice Peace on earth, good will to men.” These flags are all hand sewn. The workmanship may not always be expert, but the sincerity behind it is one hundred percent. Long may the United Nations flag wave to the left of our familiar and beloved red, white, and blue. Margaret Jones, ’52 I Pledge Allegiance I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America.” How often have you stood, your hand over your heart, and said these words? Most of us have said them many times, every school day of our life, repeating them after our teacher in the first grade until we had learned this pledge by heart. But just how often have you said these immortal words with the tr ue meaning of them ringing in your heart. Most of us, Fm sure, are just repeating words with no thought to what is behind them at all. To us they are just phrases we rise to repeat every morning because we have to.- But sometime stop to think these words over. You are pledging allegiance, your loyalty, to these United States of America, to your own free country. But our country was not always free. We had to fight and strive for our independence from other domineering countries. Germany and Japan tried their hand at crushing the free world to a state of complete submission to their dictatorship but were defeated by the strength and fortitude of the Ameri- can people and their allies. We acquired our free- dom but the price was high in the cost of lives. Again history repeats itself as Russia, through its satellite country, has attacked Korea, indirectly en- dangering the freedo m of the whole world as once again American citizens are aroused from the tran- quility of their home life and sent to meet the threat of these aggressors. Will such attacks on the peace and freedom of the world continue? It is up to each one of us to make it our responsibility to do our part in obtaining a free, democratic world. We are only high school students now, but we are tomorrow’s citizens. Let’s make ourselves good citizens realizing that now’s the time to start. Each morning when we rise and salute the flag, think of what we are saying and determine in our hearts to follow this pledge, for only through the loyalty of each child, each adult, can we stand as one compact nation ready to meet threat to the peace and freedom of the whole world. I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America.” Barbara Thumith, ’52 Stage Coach Rescue The day was bright. The sun glared on the plains and I had to blink twice to believe it. The sun hadn ' t shown like that for two weeks, two full weeks today. Made a body feel good, it did. The rain-soaked roads and fields sparkled like diamonds. But then came a horrifying scream from Mrs. Perkins. Us cowhands came arunning to meet her at the foot of the stairs. Well, I knew that would get you all up in a hurry, you lazy galoots. I’ve been calling you for a half-hour.” Mrs. Perkins always had a way. Dog-gone her, anyway! Might as well eat some breakfast afore the

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1. Georgia Peach 2. Struttin ' Hi! 3. Miss America of 1900 4. Sophistication 5. Chosen Few Honor Society Officers 11. Guess Who? Science Club 12. Show-offs Men of Science 13. Blondie Melodears Science Club Leaders