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

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THOUGHTS OF A SEVENTH GRADER ALAN KING, '57 ICE CREAM When dinner comes, and there is meat 'Tis still ice cream I love to eat. What's there about it tastes so good? Do you want some? You know, you should! THE WIND Hear that dreadful wind? It's not alone you see. I know this very well' it has trees for com- pany. I cannot go to sleepg the wind keeps me awake. This wind will make me work- Tomorrow I must rake! CHRISTMAS Is Christmas just a time to get? Oh no! It's time to give. A loving season everywhere No matter where you live. THANKSGIVING You'd better be hungry, for youire going to eat, Vegetables, cranberry sauce, turkey for meat- Then for dessert, you'll be sure to have pies, When you get through, you'll be full to the eyes! MONEY Pennies, dimes, and nickels, too, Spending these-'tis joy to do. Now and then, there is a dollar, And when they come, I like to holler, Of folded bills-it's sad but true- Some have a lot, and some too few! POEMS I like to write poemsg they are fun to do. And not only that-I like learning them, too! Yes, I shall write oneg I have time to spare, I write at home, or at school, or about any- where. A Present of Freedom LOIS DODGE, '56 Tina Marie was a little Polish girl. She was nine years old today, but that didn't make much difference where she was. The Germans had been looking for her father and mo- ther on a charge of spying against the government. W Tina had been kept in a neighbor's cellar for a month ever since this horrible thing began. Tina's mother was afraid if she went out she would be seen and taken away. Tina's fa- ther had promised her a wonderful birthday present. All day she won- dered what it was going to be. That night when it was dark, her mother put on her shawl and the three of them started down the street. It seemed to Tina that they walked for hours among trees, swamps, and deep grass. Then just as the dawn was break- ing, Tina heard her father cry, Free- doml Tina knew that this was her birthday present and to her it was the most wonderful present she had ever known.

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THE RED AND WHITE 21 MY GOLD MINE JOANNE DOE, '56 One day while I was bicycling fOn a bicycle, you knowj I came upon a pile of rocks Jutting upward through the snow. When Asuddenlv something caught my eye- A glint in the midst of the rocks- So I immediately climbed down from my faithful bus, And in doing so caught my socks On a piece of the rock that had caught my eye, 1 Only this piece was down at my feet, So I stooped down to the ground to get a good look And when I did, I turned white as a sheet! It must be silver, I thought with joy, Or maybe even gold! And I thought of the things that I could buy If a gold mine I had sold. Or better still I might mine it myself, Bigger profit is always bliss But, I sighed, I'd better be getting home 'Cause I'm s'posed to bake cookies' with Sis! So, taking it home, I asked my Mom What precious mineral this could be That shone so bright on the outside And was in layers so perfectly. Then Momma looked at me and said, My, how the kids will mock! As she turned and smiled at me, said she, That's mica on rotten rock! Serene Tells a True Story ANNE HESCOCK, '56 My name is Serene and unlike most of my gender I brag about my age. I am nearing the century mark. I have a china face with blue eyes and black painted hair. My dress is made of a fine striped material which came from a tea gown of my mistress's mo- ther. My hose were once the babies' socks, elegantly striped, and my slip- pers are black velvet. I once belonged to a little girl named Mary, who lived near Exeter, New Hampshire. Yes, I could tell you of many inter- esting events that happened to Mary and me. But one of the days which I like to recall particularly is the day Mary's favorite Uncle Robert came home from the Civil War with a little boy. He stood quietly at one slide' while we greeted Mary's hand- some, captain uncle. Then Uncle Rob- ert pulled him forward as his protege from the South. Mary told me some time afterward that her uncle had found the little boy, Lawrence, wan- dering alone, after a battle. He had no idea where any of his people were and begged to stay with the North- ern gentlemanf' So after many aid- ventures he became part of our quiet family. Some other day I will tell you other stories. Perhaps you would like to hear about the time I went to a wed- ding and came home with a funeral. Or, perhaps you would prefer to hear about our trip to New Orleans in the exciting 1870's. Yocfd Be Surprised CAROLYN W-OODES, '56 - It was a dark, misty night and the fog lay like a deep gray carpet over the city. My family and I had re- tired early as we were quite weary. The rain was coming down in buckets. Once in a while there would be a flash of lightning or a blast of thun- der. We had been asleep about three hours when there was a very loud knock at the door. My father awoke, startled, listened, and then shook my mother. They both listened. The pounding kept on and grew louder and louder. Father got up, put on his robe, picked up his Hashlight, and crept down stairs. By that time I was awake, and I went to their bedroom to see what the commotion was. Mother and I waited several minutes, and then hearing no more, thought father would be right up, but no familiar voice or comforting step on the stairs quieted our nerves. Mother suggested we go downstairs, so we started down.