Stonington High School - Breeze Yearbook (Stonington, 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.

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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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If 113 Llfefve Cllly' one player in the middle, I thought there were two teams on the floor? There are, but only one person can play in the center, so the visiting team starts, replied the escort. Well, whatis everybody making such a noise for? Did somebody get hurt? This interested member of the audience is trying in vain to gather some information. No, nobody got hurtl Our team made a basket! His patience is wearing thin. Oh-why is the man blowing the whistle and holding up his fingers? Because one of the players charged another fellow and they call that a foul-and now let me see the rest of this game in peace! jean Shepard '53 Our Part In The Game When Vinalhaven was playing baseball with Stonington one bright September after- noon, the pupils of Stonington High School were let out in activity period to watch the game. janet, Helen, Rebecca and I were sitting over on the rocks by the baseball field, de- vouring a bag of plums which Helen had so thoughtfully brought to school that morning. Helen, can I have another plum? asked janet. Guess so,', murmured Helen, intent on watching a certain Vinalhaven player coach third base. You,re outli' yelled the ump. Heyl bellowed someone, how much are you paying that ump?,' That burst was from a Stonington fan, as you may have guessed, for one of our boys had just been called out on strikes. Finally our team was up at bat again. Up jumped janet- Oh, boy! she screamed, come on Edward, oh, that's wonderfulf' Incidently, our hero was on third base. After a while Stonington took the field. Someone hit a grounder and our hero failed to catch it, allowing a base hit. janet jumped up again and hollered- Edward, you foollv Isn't it odd how women change their minds so quickly? The game ended, and Stonington was de- feated, but I guess we contributed our part to the game. Margaret Walker '53 The Log Cabin Club Upon entering the schoolhouse Thursday morning, I heard the hum of excited voices coming from the main room. I wasted no time in finding out what was going on. Say, Raymond, I hollered, to get my voice above the noise, what's causing all the com- motion?', Let me tell youl' piped Helen, from the center of the crowd. Herbert and Dick were out walking through the woods, when they discovered an old log cabin that they thought would make a wonderful club house. It's near a small pond where we can swim in the summer and skate in the winterf, This bit of information was given by Letha, whose only thoughts are of swimming and skating. We thought it would be nice to have a group get together and Hx the place all over, murmured Donald, wishing that he were sitting beside Letha. It was evident that they all wanted to iix the cabin for a club house. At 9:00 Saturday morning, everyone met at the schoolhouse with tools, rags, brooms-all the necessary paraphenalia for cleaning house. Herbert and Dick led the way through the woods, with our chaperon, Mrs. Smith, stumbling along faithfully behind us. By Saturday afternoon we had the place well cleaned. We had some furniture, but not enough to accommodate all the club. While we were pondering what to do, a knock came at the door. Some of the townspeople had brought their old furniture, couches, and even a stove. Now we were all ready to en- joy ourselves. Oh, but it was cozy when we were all grouped around the Hre, roasting mashmal- lowsl