Samuel D Hanson School - Crescent Yearbook (Buxton, ME)

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UNAWARE The sweat stood out on my forehead. My muscles were tense and my heart was pounding furiously. I didn't know why I should be this frightened because I knew that it must happen. Just as Judy would be standing by the huge boulder the terrible monster would grab her and put his clammy hands around her white threat and squeeze the life from her. There wasn't any way I could prevent it. It seemed se awful that Judy, the fair-haired girl who had traveled from America with her father to explore the island, would be a victim cf such a hcrrible death. Unaware of her Fate, Judy climbed the knoll. Six mere steps would lead her to the rock, and to her dvom. I waited. After the third step she stepped to catch her breath. Just three more steps to go--and Judy climbed the remaining three. Yes, she was standing in the exact spot. I saw the hand reach out to grab her and at this point it was I who felt the hand on my shoulder. This was unexpected and I screamed. All eyes were upon me but I didn't care. I was so relieved tu see mv sister standing there and to hear her voice saying, HCcme cn, dopey. This is the third time you've seen this movie. It's time you went hvme.H I Betsy Nason 'SM THE INAUGURAL PARADE Sally Jcrdan '53 I stccd and waited for mast six hours, For the Inaugural Parade tc appear. I wanted tc get a gocd peek at Ike, And at Mamie, whom he holds so dear. Many times the crowds shcuted they were coming this wayg And everyone pushed me and shoved, I lost my hot-dog, my program and hat To see the two people we love. The thousand piece band played with voilence and pep, And everyone's hushed with astound. But the man in front of me was so very tall I couldn't see even Ike's crown. They arrived at the white-House with speeches by all ---- ' Republicans all, you must heedt Finally, Ike took the oathg disappeared in the crowd, We hope he'll dc well his great deed. THE CAT Betsy Nason 'Eh A I Child of the night, II Stalking the jungle, Black fury, Creating fear, Claws of lightning, Seeking it's prey, The panther. The panther. A little learning is a dangerous thing. --Pope

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THE CLOUDS The clouds were merely hanging around, as the gray dawn awoke. The night before, the clouds had experienced a terrible ordeal and they were talking of it as the sun tried to peer through. One sour little one with an odd shape spoke up in a little voice and said, HIt's a terrible thought to have to be here in the.sky all the time, to have children look at you and try to imagine what you could possibly look like. Why do they always try to put your shape to some animal or object? The people walk by on the ground and curse you because you're holding the sun back, the wind blows you hither and yon and when you move just a little, while 'the artists are trying to paint you, they get mad too. A cloud's life is wicked.H nThat isn't right at all,n said a beautiful, snowy white cloud Uwe all have a purpose. Let me tell you of some, - we're a place for the heads of the little angels to retire, an object to reflect the sun's warm rays to the children below - for without the warm sunlight, they would be very unhealthy. The children love us and play games with us. They race along the fields and try to beat us. DOn't you see all clouds aren't the same? Be- cause some clouds have a dark side, we're here to show some clouds do have a silver lining.H HI suppose you're right, but-H repeated the first. NNo buts about it - see those children down there, come on Ifll race you over. They'll play with us, you'll see.H HOkay, last one over is all wet - let's go.U p Winnie Sawyer '53 AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A SCHOOL CLOCK I am a school clock. I was made in Switzerland by a famous clookmaker. I have kept time for about fifteen years in this same school room. I have never stopped except once when there was a great blizzard and no one came to wind me. I have watched children laughingg watched teachers struggling with backward children. I have seen heartache in the eyes of children who couldn't make the team. I have seen children go running and sing- ing out of the classroom when school let out. As I look down on the deserted classroom thinking of my past, I now realize I have lived a full life. I have helped someone, the purpose for which everything is put on this earth. I have served my time. To- morrow they take me down and replace me with a new modern clock. Where I go from here I do not know, nevertheless I am happy. Claire Redlon '55 Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time for that is the stuff life is made of - u - W - B. Franklin ,

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MONEY CAN'T BUY Bradley Waterman 'Sh I was richg it hadn't taken my schoolmates at Glendale High long to find that out. The clothes I wore, my sporty roadster, my walk, my excess of spending moneyg they all told the story. Yes, it was easy for my classmates to think that I had everything but appearances are often deceiving. I had everything but the thing I wanted most - friendship. Ohg don't get me wrongg the kids spoke to me and made polite conversation, but that was about as far as it went. No real fun, and no one my age to talk to ex- cept at school. It was a beautiful October day, and as I was walking home from school I decided to stop by the thick stone wall about a half- mile from home and just soak up the beauty of afternoon. All along the wall were huge maple trees whose branches seemed to touch the sky. Through these branches an azure sky was visible. The smiling sun streamed down through the brilliant orange and yellow leaves, and the brook on the other side of the wall faint- ly gurgled a happy tune. v It was the kind of day when it was easy to get lost in thots. So I curled up on the wall, with my back to-a maple, pulled my knees up to my chin, and let my thougbtswander aimlessly. ' I recalled how hapny I had been when my folks had first told me that we were moving to an old mansion in the country. I had always wanted to live in a country home and to attend a small high school where everyone knew everyone else, and had great fun together. Put I never once thought that my parents' wealth would keep me from being Uacceptedn. It had been more than a month since school had openedg but I had not heen invited to join either the Outdoor or Hobby Club, the only two in Glendale High. Nor had I been invited to any of the Saturday Night Teen - Trots. And none of the boys had asked me for a date. Maybe I hadn't tried hard enough, though. Maybe.......if I tried a little harder ....... I recalled seeing an ad that went something like this: Hwhen changing schools, should you - get yourself a chum, or catch the boy's eyes?H The answer of course, was to get a special chum, and through her, get acquainted with the others. I hadnlt thought much about it at the time, but now it seemed like a solution to my problems. Jane! She had no special friend, but chummed around with everyone at school. Tomorrow at noon I would ask her to have a soda on me at Pop's. She was having trouble with her Latin, and I would offer to help her! I would be her closest friend! The more I thought of this, the suror I was it would work! And I would have a special friend, too, with whom I could share my sea crets and troubles. , As I reached this decision, a gentle breeze stirred the leaves above me, and dropped one into my outstretched palm, as though to tell me that I now had popularity and success by the hand.