Stonington High School - Breeze Yearbook (Stonington, ME)

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to our amazement it was open. As We crept in, the door creaked sharply. We hesitated and then edged slowly forward. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, we found ourselves in what seemed to be an unfamiliar part of the warehouse. Our flash- lights made the shadows of the different sizes and shapes of boxes dance weirdly against the bare walls. Joanne',l It was Barbara calling my name. I answered as calmly as I could. She informed me that her flashlight was going to go out very shortly. I also had a startling feeling that mine was going to fade also. In what seemed only seconds, Barbara and I were left alone in the opaque blackness of the night. Barbara and I were almost hysterical with fear. I groped uncertainly around the wall for a light switch. My hand struck the switch button and to my overwhelming surprise the lights did not go on! For heavens sake where are we?,' asked Barbara. I could not give her any information as to our whereabouts. I sat down on the cold cement floor and tried to figure out where we were. The rain had stopped outside and the moon was coming out. Suddenly a booming, angry voice pierced the obscure atmosphere which sent shivers up our spines. What do you think you are doing anyway? I tried to answer but my voice only came out a hoarse whisper. Barbara, who was never at loss for words soon found her voice and said in a saucy tone, I might ask the same of youfw Is that you, Miss Bartlett? came a surprised cry. Yes, of course it's me, and Joanne is here, too, for your information? I kept behind Barbara as she stepped out into the open. VVho are youfy' she asked. Who am I came the surprised reply. Well, I should hope I was Mr. Peck your bossu. Mr. Peck! Bosslv we both cried! VVe,ll be fired for sure now after those saucy things I said,', whispered Barbara into my ear. Well, girls what are you doing down here after dark? demanded Mr. Peck. We came after our wallets and all our pay that was in themf' I said. Mr. Peck laughed a long hearty laugh while Bar- bara and I exchanged puzzled glances. Oh, those! I sent them to your boarding house by special delivery right after you left. I just came back to lock the door. I forgot it when I leftf' - Joanne Barbour and Barbara Bartlett '51 Scared To Death One hot summer day last year, a group of us girls went for a walk. We headed for Goose Cove. We were onto the wood road when we saw a house. Joanne spoke up, I know who lives therev. Who?v asked Rose. A half-witted manf said Joanne. Well, we discussed it and finally decided to explore it. We had just gotten in when we heard a thud, then another thud. Each time it got louder until finally we saw a man come around the corner with a huge log. He was dropping the end at each step because it was so heavy. We quietly slipped into another room where we saw a big pile of logs. We then knew the old man would bring the wood into the room, so each of us, scared to death, hunted for a hiding place. I darted behind the wood pile. There was Priscilla. I jumped on top of a sack in a corner and there was Joanne. Everybody had had found a place except me. I heard the man coming: thud, thud, thud, each getting louder as he drew nearer. Just then my foot fell into a hole in the floor. I tugged and tugged but it wouldn't come out. At that very moment the old man came around the door. I wished I could faint but I couldnit. What are you doing here? he shouted angrily. Don,t you know I live here?v Yes,', I replied weakly, but-but, well I just--well, I was just wondering who lived heref' speaking faintly. Please don't hurt me, mister, I pleaded. Did you come alonef' he yelled. Y-yesf, I stuttered, not wanting to tell him about the others. He pulled my foot loose, tied, gagged me

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LITERARY My Summer Home My summer house is a remodeled aircraft carrier. It measures about 750 feet in length and its beam is 100 feet. It draws 20 feet of water. In the middle of the flight deck near the island, is a regulation football field. Below decks I have plenty of footballs and other equipment. On the after deck between the football field and the stern is another grassy section fthe football field is covered with grassj. Here are planted shrubs, flowers, bushes, and small trees. It is my garden, where I spend my evenings. Between the football field and the bow is the sun-deck , where I spend my mornings. In the middle of the sun deck is a large swim- ming pool, with a springboard at one end. It is supplied with fresh water from the distilling machines below. For those who like salt- water swimming when the boat is not moving you can lower a platform to within one foot of the water, and dive off this. Below the flight deck, on the hangar deck, are two regulation basketball courts, a dance hall, five bowling alleys, a library, ten ping pong tables, a gymnasium which is separate from the basketball courts, and a lot of empty space for doing anything you like. On the third deck are the rooms for my guests, and in the middle of the deck there is a dining room and a soda fountain. The soda fountain is used mainly for social gather- ings however, for all the rooms have faucets out of which run milkshakes, sodas, and soft drinks. Below there is the necessary machinery to keep the boat running. The laundry, the kitchen, the crews quarters and the ship's doctor are also here. In the summer I like nothing better than taking fifty or a hundred of my friends and just cruise around. The only drawback is that I have to spend one or two million dollars every six or seven years to dredge out East Penobscot Bay so I can bring my ship into Barters wharf. Don MacKay '52 Gold One day I decided to go fishing. I went out into the backyard to dig some worms. I dug until I was so tired that I couldn't dig any more and I hadn't found a single worm. But, I didn't give up that easily! One of my friends came down the road. I hailed him and told him that I had discovered that there was gold on my land and if he helped me dig for it I would share it with him. He dug until he was worn out and then he went off. I told him to come back when he had rested but he didnit want to. I got two more boys working for me by telling them about the gold and still I got no worms. By that time we had dug fifteen feet under ground and I decided that there were no worms there. I went to another spot and I found some worms. I went fishing but didnit catch any fish. We had the hole cemented and cleaned and used it for a well. Kenneth Allen '51 Surprised One evening after returning from work at our offices in the warehouse, Barbara and I suddenly realized we had left our wallets behind with all of our wages. We grabbed a bite to eat at our boarding house and then ran to catch the bus for the waterfront. We dreaded returning at dusk because there was always a gang of hoodlums prowling around the streets. A drizzling rain had started and the wind was beginning to howl. We took our Hash- lights from our raincoat pockets and tried to pierce the gloom of the night. We fumbled around the side of the building until we found the door. Upon trying the door we discovered

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:ml 1h e'.v mg into ill: cc,rner on top of joanne. She made a grunting noise, but he didn't hear her. You'll stay there until I get ready to move you, he said. As he said this, he walked out the door after more wood. The girls lost no time in getting me loose. We ran as fast as our feet would go and never went 'round there again. Faye Barbour '53 I-luman Interest Notes On The Thanksgiving Festival As I was standing at the door of the Red Bam on the day of the Thanksgiving Festi- val, I had a good chance to observe many people. I was selling admission tickets. Some seventh grade children were outside the door selling tickets to their Museum',. As the people came in from outside, they passed me the museum tickets and then I had to explain what those tickets were for and that they had to pay a ten-cent admission fee to get into the Barn , A most disgusted look would come over their faces, but they all paid without hesitation. Later in the Festival I was watching people fish in the Fish Pool . A boy came up, paid his ten cents, and started fishing. In a few minutes he got a piece of wood with a number on it. He was given a present. As he ripped off the wrapper, the scent of bath powder could be smelled. The boy was cross to think he had bath powder-but not quite as disgusted as when he pulled the top off the box which was upside down. With a disgusted look, he went to his mother and gave the empty box to her. Donald Cripps '51 A crowded public place is the best spot to meet an outstanding person. I met such a person Friday afternoon at the Thanks- giving Festival. The person of whom I am speaking is a woman of about sixty-Eve. She has enough money so that she will never have to worry, but she usually is very mean about spending it. She has few clothes and a house badly in need of repair. As she went from table to table buying nothing, she looked like the unhappiest per- son in the world. Then as the little children came in, she watched them carefully as their eyes lighted when they bought a nickel's worth of candy. But presently she noticed three small children looking at the lunch counter with hungry faces and bright, watch- ful eyes. She presently knew that they didn't have any money and she suddenly felt ashamed of herself. Quickly reaching into her pocketbook, she pulled out three one dollar bills and gave one to each of the child- ren. The look on the children's faces was worth many dollar bills. And the old lady went home looking younger than she had in years. Richard Nash '50 Last Friday we had our Thanksgiving Festi- val. I was on the selling committee and it was very amusing to watch some of the child- ren buy things. As I was standing there, something attracted my attention. It was a little boy. By his clothes, he had come from a poor family. He had five cents and was trying to find a gift for his mother. After a while he came over to my end of the table. I think I would have given him anything he asked for, but I had no right to do that. Then he picked up a plate and bought it. His face lighted up as he showed the rest of the children what he had bought for his mother. Ruth Alley '51 As I sat at my table at the Thanksgiving Festival, I watched for some interesting inci- dent to write about. But the crowd seemed to fade when an old friend of mine came over and asked if he could be of any help to me. I knew that Clam', was not at all bashful and that he would be apt to ask more people to buy tickets, so I told him to go ahead.