Stonington High School - Breeze Yearbook (Stonington, ME)

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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

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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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Dark wine-colored curtains hung at the V1f-1llC'v'J.S, with white ones over them. Lolling on the couch was Patsy, dreaming of the time when- she would have a house of her own. Betty was musing, too, wondering what her future husband was going to look like. She was brought back to the present by the sight of her poor burnt-up marshmallow, dangling dolefully on the end of her stick. It was her last marshmallow, too! In the next room the pool table, ping-pong sets and other games had been pushed back, and there were couples dancing to the music of the phonograph records. If everyone only knew what wonderful times were had by the group enjoying that cabin, every town would try to have one. It not only keeps young folks off the streets, but gives them a place to go where each will be in a group and out of trouble. Erlene Pray '50 Troubled Conscience Do you often think of moonlight and then different moods which it causes? This story may bring about thoughts concerning your role in life. The crunch of gravel in the drive woke Elin from a restless sleep. The eerie pattern of moonlight through the trees spread an un- earthly glow over the fur of her pet Angora who was contentedly snoozing on the foot of her bed. He seemed blissfully unaware of earthly happenings. Again came the muffled sound of steps moving across the upper drive and onto the terrace. Elin made no sound as she slowly crept tc the open window. She was actually afraid to look out. Cigarette smoke drifted lazily by. The silence was overpowering. A sudden' thought gave Elin courage to look from her window. To the left of the house grew a hedge of almost impenetrable cedar trees. Away into the night stretched the spacious lawn with its wall of fieldstone. No sign of life. Could she have imagined things? Was there a person down yonder? Why had her mother left her alone in the house? WVhy, she might even be murdered in her sleep. A cripple has almost no Way of defending herself. These thoughts filled Elin's mind until at length she 'cried out at the top of her voice Get a doctorlv thinking to scare the person into leaving. There was a sudden harsh grating noise, as though a chair were being pushed back. Then a crashing, as a figure Went scurrying through the hedge. - Clutching a robe about her, Elin reached for her cane and started through the house. lf only she were able to walk like a normal girl! The suspense was beginning to upset her. A piercing scream seemed to tear the black silence to shreds. Then came a sickening thud. In an instant, Elin realized what had hap- pened. It seemed like years before she could get the door to the ocean-path to open. Slowly, painfully,ishe made her way to 'the edge of the precipice. Elin looked down at the dreadful sight as though she were dazed. The glassy eyes staring up at her seemed to accuse her of something. ln one glance, Elin saw that the person whom she h1d tried to send on aevain errand of ,mercy was her mother's new gardener. She had. killed him as surely as though she had shot him. The man must just have arrived, then been really startled by her cry. The man in the moonv had nothing to smile on that night as the slight form in its ruffled robe made her slow journey back to her room. Betty Cross '50