Stonington High School - Breeze Yearbook (Stonington, ME)

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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.

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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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Sccn Wayne Spofford came to assist him. In fifteen minutes, those two helpful people had sold forty tickets on the cake and four on the turkey. The pleased expression on Clams, face was really worth seeing, for he had done his part for the Class of 1950. Betty Gross '50 At the Festival, little Paul Creenlaw was just a little bit afraid of all the people around him. Miss Morey remedied that situation by robbing the Seniors of a molasses ginger- bread mani' which she gave to him. At first he wasn't going to take it, but all of a sudden a broad grin appeared and a hand reached out for the cookie. Anita Cousins '52 A Night On A Country Road It was a cool, dark summer evening when I decided I would take a little walk. While ambling along at a moderate pace, I stumbled onto an old road in the Woods. Guess I'll follow this,', I muttered to my- self. With no companion, I began to get a little nervous. Iid never known a night could be so deathly still. An owl broke the silence with a mournful Whoo-whoof' Because I was really jumpy then, I began to walk faster and faster. Suddenly I tripped on a root and went flat on my face. I was so startled that I just lay there a few seconds. Then to my horror I felt something cold and clammy on my leg. With a gasp of fright I reached out, all ready to fight a tiger. My shaking hands came in contact with the monster-an innocent little frog! I jumped up and ran like mad for home. Bushes cracked as animals scurried out of my Way. Bats darted among the trees. I imag- ined all sorts of ghosts after me all the way home. I can still hear my shrieks echoing through the hills like phantom voices whispering to long-departed friends. Since then I have taken pains to invite my friends to accompany me on my evening strolls. Rose Stinson ,53 Skiing The first time I tried to ski was last winter, in an orchard, on a slope behind my cousin's house. There we found four or five friends who could already ski. I had no skis so one of them loaned me his. At first I had difficulty getting the skis on. I could get one on, but when I tried to don the other, I'd start down hill. Finally someone stood on the back of the skis to hold me there while I put them on. I started down the slope, I looked up suddenly to see, just ahead of me, an apple tree. I didnit know how to turn, so all I could do was hope I wouldn't hit it. Luckily a good trail had been worn and the skis automatically stayed in the tracks. My skis got into two opposite tracks at the end of the field. Each ski went in a different direction-an unhappy ending to my first attempt. V A while later, I decided to try the ski jump, which was about four feet high. 'When I came to the jump, the first time one of my skis went off over the side. The second time I went over the jump, but I didn't land in the usual way! The third try I made it over the ski jump all right. My trouble started at the end of the field. I couldnit stop, so I ended in a patch of blackberry bushes. Ski- ing isnit easy, but it is exciting and great fun. Rebecca Knowlton '53 At The Basketball Game VVhat's that man with the whistle' doing out there on the floor? asked a wide-eyed girl, looking puzzled. He's the referee, and they're going to start the game now,', he replied shortly, with- out looking up.