Stonington High School - Breeze Yearbook (Stonington, ME)

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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

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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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A Tree Above the timbered woodland The forest monarch stood. Its leaves were of a golden hue, Its trunk, the toughest wood. For long, long years it had stood there, Guarding the wooded hill, When a band of woodsmen cut it down And hauled it away to the mill. The whole forest mourned its passing With many a shudder and sigh, For they knew they would never see again A tree which stood so high. Richard Nash ,50 By Moonlight The stars twinkle down on the sleeping town. Snow glistens on the roof-tops and trees, The moon shines brightly through the sky, And lo! Fairies dance with the breeze. To and fro the fairies go Tripping gaily through the snow The moon sends down its mellow ray, To guide the fairies while at play. The town in peaceful slumber dwells As wee folk pirouette in dells And on the moon-bright slopes-but day Sends a golden haze from far away. The fairies see the light, and soon Trip gaily off thru the fallen snow. But back theyill come, 'neath the mellow moon Pussy Willows In the spring, the pussy willows offer Their tufts of ermine fluff, And wait gracefully for someone to Spy their woodland treasure. Elwell Shepard '51 Winter When icicles hang from the trees And waterls like ice in the well, When snow fills the sky and our roads, We know that winter is here! Patsy Fifield '50 A Ship At Sea Out on the ocean blue, Over the waves so deep, Sailed a sturdy boat and crew A brave new land to seek. Storm clouds in the sky- In this tossing, stormy scene Forecast a blow nearby, The waves are lashing green! The crew with fear is stirred, Their captain heeds them not- Sail onl his only word- Thus all new alandsi' are sought. Lorraine Morey '51 The Sky The moon is held on a string at night, T0 Play Where Soft Sea breezes blow- Ahd is pulled to earth by the hand of light Barbara Bartlett '51 Ground Swell Restlessly, the liquid mountains roll on to the shore, To be dashed in foam asunder, with a cease- less roar. Elwell Shepard '51 Mary Bray '53 The Brook The contented brook Skips lightly over the rocks, Enchanting the forest With its magic melody. Rose Stinson '53