Newtown High School - Bugle Yearbook (Newtown, CT)

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We jfhfzsfm A fluffy ball raced madly around the yard. Excited little yelps issued from the almost invisible mouth, curving below a quaint button nose. Excitement literally dripped from the stubby tail as it wiggled back and forth in feverish ecstacy. Round and round the fluffy ball galloped until the eager hind legs overlapped the front legs, and poor little Tubby rolled into a foolish heap against the rose arbor. With a quivering heart, Tubby looked behind him. Over there in the corner of the yard was a mammoth hole where he had intended to bury his bone. Now his bone lay forgotten, for out of that hole had arisen a monster, the equal of which Tubby had never seen. It had simply glared at Tubby with a ferocious stare, and Tubby hadn't bothered to stay to inquire about its intentions. Now that the butterflies had gone from his stomach, Tubby began to feel just a tiny tinge of curiosity. After all, Tubby was two-months old now, and he certainly didn't have to be afraid of any monster, no matter how big. With a, barely noticeable hesitation, Tubby trotted to within a safe distance of that gaping hole. He stopped and sniffed the air cautiously. With a visible sigh, Tubby prepared to take the final steps. Within the rim of the hole there was a restless movement, and a little pebble rolled like thunder in the stillness. Tubby's legs went rigid, his ears alerted, and the thick hair along his back bristled stiffly. Excitement bubbled over into the form of a fierce yip which broke pitifully in the middle. Tubby shook his fears from him and began to stalk his prey in earnest. To the entice- ment of a few more yips, the monster, with brown fur, a big chunky head, pointed ears, and a long wiry tail, rose from it's lair, to the challenge. ' A fierce battle ensued. Tubby was jubilant and frightened by turns. Twice the gear- like teeth of the monster had closed upon Tubby's foot and he howled with pain. Then Tubby mastered his courage, made one final lunge, and the skirmish was over. Here then, was mortal evidence of Tubby's courage. On the threshold of his cozy home, a monstrous rat lay silent in death. -CAROL CLARK. I8

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DONE MOST FOR N.H.S. Mary Hunihan Marie Stanton Marjorie Wood Mary Crouch Velma Kovacs Marie Stanton Carol Clark Emy Lou Strasburger Emy Lou Strasburger Marie Stanton Marie Stanton Carol Clark Emy Lou Strasburger Marie Stanton T va QUIETEST PESSIMIST BEST LINE CUTEST QUIETEST CHATFERBOX CLASS PEST MOST SCHOLARLY MOST SARCASTIC MOST ARGUMENTATIVE cLAss KNOW-IT-ALL SENIOR ABOUT TOWN cLAss HUSTLER BIGGEST TEAsE WITHEST BIGGEST BLUFFER 'Gif' BEST LOOKING Burr Morgan Frank Leaver Frank Leaver George Mayers Frank Leaver Frank Leaver George Mayers Frank Leaver Hu Quinn Frank ver Frank Leaver Frank Leaver Frank Leaver Frank Leaver

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96424 tgazzwms In the show case were two rings-rings that were identical in size and shape-one a class ring, the other a Jap ofHcer's ring. The first sparkled as the brilliant sun's rays filtered through the glass pane to dance upon it. The latter was tarnished-a black stain had trickled down the crest of the rising sun. The stain now black, had once been the bright scarlet of human blood. There was a white card below these rings and it was headed, Property of the Dead, and under this a story was printed. My heart leaped and a tingling shiver vibrated me as I read: The night came ong not a star shone, and the dawn was still hours off. Suddenly, the blackness was split by flame! Sharp silhouettes of the jagged rocks and tall looming trees of Saipan became clearly visible. The fighting began as the dark clouds of the previous night broke. As the sun began climbing the sky it saw the smoke, heard the rumbling thunder of guns, and smelt the sickening scent of death. The higher that sun ascended the wilder grew the fighting. Bodies lay lifeless. Here and there were red puddles. Everywhere was man-made destruction. As night approached a calm followed. On the dark earth beneath the stars now a groan was heard, then the weird whistle of a wild bird, once in a while a sigh of pain. Suddenly, the firing broke out again! This time it caused many American losses. In the group of U. S. Marines was a young lad. He had enlisted to avenge his best friend's murder. This lad hated the Japs, for one of their oflicers had killed his high school class mate for being discourteous in a concentration camp. Now he was given his chance for revenge. Seeing a machine gun nest in a thicket of thorn bushes, he hurled a beautiful thirty-yard pass with a grenade. It landed right in the middle of the group, mangled the bodies of the Nipponese and utterly destroyed their equipment. Again a dead silence fell. The next afternoon replacements arrived. Before being removed to the field hospital the American lad pleaded for souvenirs. From the dead Jap ofiicer's body, now lying in the fierce heat of the tropical sun, were taken two things-one, a Jap ring, the other a class ring engraved in the back of which was the name of an American boy-the name of the revenged friend of the wounded U. S. Marine. -MARTHA ROTHE. I9