Spaulding High School - Red and White Yearbook (Rochester, NH)

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THE RED AND WHITE 11 How could you ever know such a thing again? Once we were close, now times have changed. Then as if read- ing his thoughts she answered, No, Publius, I do not hate you. I pity you. I must go back to my people. With them I will die. If you still love me, follow me. Publius had not bargained for this. What he had expected, he did not know, but surely not this. Neverthe- less, did he try to stop her going back to the prison? Now he was a broken man. He had even lost his self-re- spect. He knew he could follow her or go his way with a ragged, morbid conscience. A short while after, a lone man was walking rapidly through the dirty Roman streets that all lead to the fo- rum. Day had not yet dawned on the fabulous city. He was passing through the forum that would soon produce crowds of people listening to the daily gossip. The gallery was dark now. Again I looked up at the portrait with the glittering inscription underneath, Follow Me ? Pure M ake-Believe JOSEPH BALLOU, '53 A true tale of the Buck Rogers' Realm! I, Jim Toreical, while experiment- ing in the Physics laboratory in Bos- ton at M. I. T. on the effect on life at or around absolute zero, found an in- credible fact. At .000,000,000,02 de- grees Kelvin, life could be preserved! I proved this by immersing a rat in a bath of H4S2ECH2A1. He was in this for four years. Being already an old rat, he could have died in that time. When I returned him to nor- mal temperature, he appeared none the worse for wear. I then prepared a large vat of the same material to continue my work. One day while working around the vat, my foot X gb-1 we LS ll T' slipped and in I went. I am now writing in the year 2153, two cen- turies later. I have noticed great changes in the way of life. Roads, automobiles, schools, are things of the past. Every- one has his own private helicopter! These slightly resemble the older ones, but there are many new improve- ments. Going to school is a pleasure. All one does is sleep while knowledge passes into the brain by osmosis. Do we have interplanetary rockets? Yes, to a certain extent. A trip to the moon compares with going to Europe. As to planets, only Mars and Venus have been reached. Exploratory parties are on both these planets. But so far, no human life has been found. Yet the greatest advancement of mankind that I have found is the abil- ity to get along with one another. Na- tions are no longer unfriendly toward each other. They act more or less as states or provinces of the world. Men have finally realized that war is use- less and gain no one anything. Wars

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10 A THE RED AND WHITE into the mountains with long winding rivers flowing carelessly downward. The little objects in the distant which look like boxes placed side by side in even rows. And the tall smokestacks silhouetted against the clear blue sky, billowing forth a grey cloud of smoke, and far on the right the tiny objects grazing on the treacherous slopes and plateaus. Leaning back, I would relax and describe my immediate surroundings. The ripple of the green grass as a little breeze passed by and the nod- ding of the buds yet to blossom. The stature of the pines as their gigantic shadows laid a -darkened path in the morning sun. And last of all the noises around us, the chirping of crickets and the snapping of twigs occasionally as a squirrel scampered from tree to tree. Should it be a rainy day, I would sit by the window and describe the people scurrying to and fro to seek shelter from the downpour. And the raindrops as they fell noisily against my windowpane. And yes, as the sky cleared the magnificent beauty of the rainbow, the promise of a glorious morrow. Oft I have walked through the woods with my dogs and spent many hours looking at the majesty of scen- ery that God has provided for man- kind. Ah, but to put all this into verse is my make-believe desire. HFoUou2AJeF' JOAN PARENT, '54 The dirty Roman streets all lead to the forum. At the time, day had not yet dawned on the fabulous city. A lone man was walking rapidly to the place that would soon be crawling with crowds of people listening to the daily gossip. It was apparently a masterpiece. The gallery was already getting dark. I wanted to remain and ponder on his future life, also question the troubled look on his face. I knew I must fol- low him into his lonely world. He did not stop at the forum but crossed to another part of the city. In the catacombs below, people were gathered around the tomb of one of their dead martyrs, Upon the man's entrance, the crowd rose to their feet excitedly but made little noise. People of Rome, he said, I bring news that will greatly trouble you, but have courage for there is a chance that all may be saved! Greek rulers have offered us transport to their land if we, in return, promise to work for them after we are there. We will be free to practice our religion and they assure us no poverty. It will be taking a great chance, but to re- main here is certain death. The Ro- man soldiers have come to evacuate the place this very day. Leave quietly and go to the river while you still have your lives. When all had left, Publius fell upon his knees and cried. He wondered if he had done right in promising to the consul the capture of her friends for the release of the girl he loved! Why must there be such a feud between the nobles and Christians? After regaining control of himself he watched, from the top of a villa, the scene taking place near the river. The soldiers had done their duty well, while the Christians had desperately given up. The next night he awaited the ar- rival of the officers who would bring Fulvia. When they had gone, he stood for a long time facing her while neither moved nor spoke. Once she had trusted him, now no more, per- haps she even hated him! He shrugged at the thought. Anxiously, he found himself saying, Don't say anything, Fulvia, we can go away to- gether and start all over again. I have much money, we will be very hanpyf' , You speak of happiness, Publius.

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12 THE' RED AND WHITE are still possible, but the last real war is lost in the dim recesses of history. Governments are now intelligently run. People are considered as people and are educated. All in all the world is not a Utopia, but it is as close to it as man will come. A Lonely Girl's Discovery JANE WITHAM, '53 Walking through the quiet wood-s, as is her daily custom, is a lonely little girl about seven years old. To- day it seems unlike it has ever seemed before, as though there were some- thing different about the woods. As she walks on, she notices that she has never visited this part of the woods before. Everything here is strange to her. She is admiring the beautiful scenery when, suddenly, she is no longer in the Woods, but has come into a little clearing. It is like a dream come true. It is unbelievable. She has read of such beautiful spots before, but she never thought that she would ever see one. In the little clearing is a little brook which runs along over rocks and branches that have fallen off the large oak trees which encircle the clearing. The tops of the trees are intertwined in some places. From between the trees one can see the sun shining down on the rocks in the water turn- ing them many beautiful shades of pink, blue, green, and gold. From across the clearing there ap- pears a doe and her fawn. She looks around the clearing to make sure that everything is safe for her baby to come out. They then make their way to the brook to drink some of the clear, cool, blue water. When they have had enough to drink, the mother goes to lie down in the cool green grass and rest. The little fawn has diierent ideas. He wants his mother to play with him. So he rises and away they race across the clearing. Mary can hardly believe that all this is happening. The birds singing in the trees. They each have their own melody to sing, the squirrel-s are run- ning about here and there in the woods. Butteriiies are fluttering around the clearing. Many of the things which took place on this day are the reasons why Mary is no longer a lonely girl. For many hours she sits each day watching the beautiful scene. Then, she remembers that she must leave it and go back to the house. She knows, too, that she will again return again and again to this little clearing which is to her a dreamland, a land all of her own. Here there are peace and beau- ty. Here, too, are her friends, the birds and the animals that live in the woods. A -.llli sThe Queer Animals from Australia ROLLAND MARSH, '54 I have a story that no one will be- lieve, but it is true. Last summer I applied for a job with an exploring expedition to Australia. I thought that it would be interesting and I didn't have anything else to do for the summer. I got the job and my bosses were two professors from Har- vard who were going to Australia to hunt for rare plants and animals. Only the three of us were going. We left for Australia in the first part of June by ship. It took us two weeks to get there. We landed at Albany and unloaded a custom-built jeep and a small trailer. We went through the customs. From there we headed for Wiluna, in the western part of Australia, and then out into the unexplored area east of this village. We stayed in this vill- age over night. In the morning we started for the unknown. It was sort of a desert that was filled with shrubs and bushes. A short way ahead we came across rabbits,