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

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THE RED AND WHITE 13 hundreds of them, but only a few of the more famous kangaroos. We were lucky if we went a mile without get- ting stuck. This made progress very slow. At night we camped out on the sand. As the days went on, we went farth- er and farther into Australia. The going became harder and harder every mile. Then we came to the hills and canyons. One evening we came to one of these canyons. Finding a good sp-ot to camp on the edge in a group of bould- ers, we stayed there for the night. We went to the edge of the canyon and looked down. We couldn't see the bot- tom, The professors said that we would explore morning. I ate went to sleep cross, thinking up tomorrow. this canyon in the my supper and then under the southern of what was coming In the morning we got up and ate our breakfast. We went to the edge of the canyon and looked down. About eight hundred feet below we saw a mist or fog. We couldn't see the bot- tom. The slope went down at about an eighty degree angle. The profes- sors were all set to go down the steep slope, but for myself, I didn't care to go because I had seen movies like this with mist and prehistoric animals. We got our packs ready and started down something like a trail which led to the mist and, I hoped, ai bottom of the canyon. It was tough going but we made it to the mist which covered the whole floor of the canyon. In our packs there was a large knife with a blade twelve inches long. The profes- sors each had Colt 45 pistols, and I had an H. and H. 22 with nine shots. We went into the mist and after a hundred feet or more of climbing we came to the bottom. At the bottom of the canyon the fog was much thinner. You could see that it was flat and about one mile wide. At one end there was an im- mense cave. There were small ani- mals moving about there. The pro- fessors suggested that we might sneak up on them and maybe capture one or two. We sneaked around the base till we were within fifty feet of them. They had a short body with four legs and two arms. They were about three feet tall and had the head of an ant. The professors decided to charge out and grab one of them. We got within twenty feet of them before they realized that we were coming. Then they began to pour out of the cave. Hundreds upon hun- dreds of them. But by that time We had grabbed one of them and had started running back to the trail which led to the top. They couldn't run fast and we gained a little ground on them. Taking our struggling prisoner up the steep wall would have been im- possible, so the professor cut off its body and just took its head along. As he cut 05 the body, a slimy yellow pus came bubbling out where the neck had been. We were about fifty feet above when they began to go up the slope. Then the mist closed around us. We rushed on knowing the only way out was the top. We were about twenty-five feet above the mist when the first of the animals, which looked like ants, came out of the fog. In a few minutes the whole wall was a crawling mass be- low us, At about four hundred feet they had closed in on us to about ten feet. The professor with the ant's head be- gan to slip behind until they were only five feet away from him. He threw away the head and took out his knife and pistol. They kept coming on and when he had emptied his pistol, he began slicing off heads, arms, and legs. Soon they were all around him. Then we heard his scream echoing down the canyon and the two of us were left alone.

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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,

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14 THE RED AND WHITE We had two hundred feet to go. I took out my pistol and when I had a chance I thought I would shoot at one of them. I would see some yel- low slime shoot out where the bullet went in and then the animal would fall dead. They were gaining on us, slowly but surely. At about a hundred feet to go we came to a ledge which was about twenty feet high. We had ropes hang- ing down where we had come down into the canyon. I climbed up my rope and the professor was about five feet from the top. The ants were all about the bottom of the ledge by now. I started over to help the professor up, when his rope broke. He fell and hit the rocks below. The ants began to devour him immediately. Before the ants could get up the ledge I was twenty-five feet above. After seeing the second professor eaten I was almost running. The ants didn't seem to tire at all. The profes- sor must have tasted good because they were only five feet behind me when I reached the top. I stumbled up the last few feet and raced to the jeep. I unhitched the trailer and pushed OE some of the heavy supplies on the jeep. I drove straight to the village, making it in about a week. When I got there I told the officials and they thought I was 6'nuts. They sent me back to America where I have told the story over and over, That happened over fifty years ago. I am an old man now and haven't many years to live. Some day someone else will find that canyon and then he, too, will have a story to tell. Nose: That part of the human body that shines, snubs, snoops and sneezes. Morals In Government THOMAS GRAY, '53 Regardless of many claims to the contrary, our present administration is not completely to blame for the scandals and underhanded doings in our government. These conditions have been brought about by the apathetic attitude of the public to- ward morality and the maintenance of our democratic principles. Americans of today do not hold the same ideals in as high esteem and respect as did their forefathers. It has been smart to gamble, manly and clever to swindle, and thus making it easier for our youth to slip down into moral degradation of every description. Despite pessimistic claims by so- called experts, who say, Nothing can be done, nay, it is nothing short of an outright moral and spiritual revolu- tion that will awaken people to a sense of uprightness and honor! Some say that we have lost many of the democratic rights provided for in our Constitution. This is true, but we still have the right to vote and the obligation as free citizens to vote right As long as this right is abused, we shall have a rotten, in- eflicient government. Too many citi- zens vote to keep the icebox full. Labor or other organized groups will usually vote for the candidate who promises the most, his character and capability are secondary considera- tions. The solution, therefore, is to clean out not only the government and' re- place its officials, but to enlighten the minds and strengthen the characters of the electorate before democracy is further endangered. In order to bring about this change, our youth must be taught to hold in reverence the ideals which have built our nation. The youth of the nation are tomorrow's leaders and upon them rests the greatest responsibility. Only if our young people are instilled with