Stonington High School - Breeze Yearbook (Stonington, ME)

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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

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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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Fishing Boats The fishing boats are splinters of surf That make no movement toward the distant shore. So still, they lie like wind upon the water, So white, like gulls that dip and soar. Richard Spencer First Prize State of Maine Poetry Contest- Winter The winter elm is a spider skeleton, Reaching, grasping for webs of sunshine. james Clark '53 Worthy Mention State of Maine Poetry Contest Driver Education On the very iirst day of Drivers' Education The most of us thought it was just recreation, With nothing to do but just ride around, And just get used to the lay of the ground. To each of us a book was passed, And next day some questions were asked. Within a week many pages we knew, The next thing was an exam or two. Then before we knew it, we were on the road, With all of us kids, there was quite a load. We had learned by heart all the rules, But when we got out there-well, we acted like foolsl Then much too soon, it came my turn. Mr. Lymburner said, quietly You'll soon learn. I then jumped quickly into the front seat: And stepped on the starter with both feet. The 1'.IClC-' raced, the wheels spun, And everyone in the road did run. Suddenly I came to a screeching stop! Then, by gosh, things began to hop. The tires smelled of rubber and the engine of oil. Then to Hx everything, the radiator began to boil. That's enough! said Mr. Lymburner, Someday you'll get ahead, But by the time you do, I'll long be dead! Faye Barbour '53 Winter Time The snow now covers the earth With a blanket of white. The children in their mirth Squeal with delight. Anita Cousins '52 The Islands We'll explore the islands, Each one a new adventure. And when the journey's over, We'll be tired-I bet'cha. Anita Cousins '52 My Brook The brook rushes babbling over slippery stones, Dashing frosty ships of ice against the lacy edges. Joanne Barbour '51