Monson Academy - Pharetra Yearbook (Monson, ME)

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Leslie summoned a faltering, Y yes, it is ' The voice at the other end continued, 'Well, I'm lucky to find you home This is Mr Barnes Would you like to have din ner with me?' Leslie didn't know what to say She was only fifteen, a stranger in a strange place, and this Mr Barnes, an older ma was asking her out But she decided one thing fast, she must have looked eighteen, so now she'd act it! 'Why, I'd love to Mr Barnes I'11 be ready at seven, and with a hasty, 'Goodbye,' she hung up Leslie was thrilled with Mr Barnes, or Greg, as he asked her to call him He knew New York, and he showed it to her! At rehearsal the next day, she tried to act very friendly toward Greg, for the benefit of the others It worked for awhile, but when Greg came over to ask her to have lunch with him, she couldn't conceal her joy And then, after a dining and dancing date that night, she decided she was very much in love with Greg, and told him so She noticed the sharp intake of his breath, and wondered if she'd said the wrong thing, because Greg definitely looked wor ried However, he said nothing The followin morning, she was deliberately a little early for rehearsal, so she could surprise Greg by dropping in his office to see him woman's 'Really, Greg, you shouldn't lead the girl on like this After all, you are my husband ' nYes, Rene, I know Just be patient a while longer This deal should be about ready,' Greg answered Blind with fury, Leslie pushed the door open and stood fac ing the couple She didn't trust her voice, but she pointed an accusing finger at Greg Looking quickly to her left, she was able to see a heavy black object, used as a door stop Swiftly she picked it up, and hurled it at him It missed Greg, but hit his wife in the head The woman slumped to the floor Without even going to her, Leslie knew she was dead Greg just sat and stared for a long time Finally he called the police, but Leslie didn't move from the spot in which she was standing After the police arrived and started firing questions at her, she burst into a flood of uncontrollable tears She was taken into custody Today, Leslie Cooper is on trial for murder A murder which she was almost forced to commit Would you, reader, blame this girl? This girl who was taken in by flattery and the bright lights of New York City? This girl, who never had a chance? Carolyn Leavitt ' Mr Blood 'Do you know which Pope it was who gave us our present calendar9' Helen Ranta Pope? Good gracious, I thought they all came from the grocery store. Carol Ann: nwhisper something soft and sweet to me, darling.' Elmer: nChocolate sundae.' n Q O 0 e e . V 0 . n, . 1 I! I 0 O O O 0 0 0 C 0 K? . KD As she opened the door, she heard voices, and one was a I D . 0 0 O ' 0 0 O O O 0 O C O O O . : : W ' ' N

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A Dream It is night and since I cannot sleep I have risen and have gone out into the darkness for a walk hoping to become more rest ive Suddenly a strange feeling comes over me, and I am amazed to find that I am walking along the shores of a long endless body of water studded with hundreds of lone white crags and stumps The moonlight glistens on the musky water which is mirror smooth and covered with eerie shadows thrown by the endless twisted objects within it As I gaze astonished on the lake, a sharp cold fear overwhelms me and the strange brittle silence carries a dread ful foreboding At this moment to my astonishment, I perceive directly before me two beautiful little children playing dangerously close to the bank, which descends steeply from the road to the dark depths of water below They are a little golden haired girl and a boy of about six years of age, who are obviously playing with a number of little carts As I impulsively start forward to warn them of their precarious positions, the little girl suddenly loses her balance and falls into the water below I gaze terrified at the small golden head struggling so desmnsteky to remain above the water but I am unable to move to attempt to rescue her for swimming towards her from all sides are hundreds of little ani waters daring me to invade their domain My body strains to move, but fear and cowardice paralyze my every muscle Cold streams depths bubbles nlfying of sweat pour down my body as the child sinks into the and my horrified eyes are fastened upon the large silver which continue to rise from the spot, silver bubbles slg the life which is so swiftly ebbing away, and which my cowardice prevents me from saving' Still I am unable to move, but the little boy, who has been screaming on the very edge of the water, climbs frantically towards me, tugging at my clothes, be seeching me with imploring eyes' Unable to stand it any longer I turn and run but I can still feel the child pulling at my gar ments I can still see his pitiful little face and I run until I am so exhausted that I can scarcely stagger yet still I have not gotten out of sight of the lake' I sit down there and the tears stream down my face, for I realize that I shall never get that picture out of my mind It is so deeply etched in my brain, and my cowardice is so deeply imprinted in my heart and forget fulness will never come Armande Martel '52 I Dreaded Beautiful Death I knew it was suicide when I volunteered To a Russian tank alone I was sweating and swearing battalion After bidding my friends good bye, I wrote my and turned in my valuables at H Q I was given 15 try and destroy as I left our last letter sticks of dynamite and a special attachment that set them off by pulling a pin As I wondered off to get the tank, I wondered what death was like My stomach ached and I vomited as I heard the rumble that I knew carried my death mals--their greedy little eyes--glistening red-above the inky