Upper Kennebec Valley High School - Boreas Yearbook (Bingham, ME)

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I+ 18 BOREAS rels and rabbits were gathering their winter's supply of nuts. As I slowly walked away from the stream, I came into a back field, part- ly grown up with small fir and pine. I heard the chitter of a squirrel, and a nimble deer leaped across the open- ing into the darkness of the woods. Following her were twin fawns look- ing for protection, There were various kinds of birds gathering to chatter about their jour- ney south. Later I came out on the main high- way and I happened to notice a sign Game Reserve . I was then satisfied to know why the animals were so friendly and tame. This was a pleasant walk, especially since the leaves had on their variega- ted fall coats and the seven sleep- ers, bear, snake, frog, raccoon, skunk, chipmunk and woodchuck, were get- ting their food for winter. Mildred Beane '44 lk Ik Ik FF ON TOP OF THE WORLD Suddenly I found myself walking on top of a cloud. I couldn't imagine where I was at firstg but after a while I found out, and it gave me a feeling of satisfaction to think that I, James Ingraham, had broken all the laws of science by actually walking on a cloud. The air, at first, seemed very thin, but it did not take me long to adjust myself to this condition. I walked a- long with comparative ease, hopping from one cloud to another. After stretching my legs in this fashion, I sat down on a large billowy cloud. It felt just like a feather mattress, and I couldn't help thinking that maybe this cloud was made up of some of those feathers I had lost in my last pil- low fight. As I sat there thinking, or trying to think, I saw a brilliant glow on the not-so-distant horizon. I rose slowly from the cloud and as I did, I realized that this glow was the most brilliant rainbow that I had ever seen, but even this strange and wonderful sight did not stir my blood so much as the yellowish glow at the end of it. I stood amazed as the thought of what the yellowish glow really was. It startled me so that I began to run to- ward it. It didn't seem far. I ran, and, as I ran, my feet seemed to take wings. I passed big clouds and small clouds, fat clouds and thin clouds. And then as I came from the midst of an especi- ally large cloud, I stopped in amaze- ment, for there in front of me sat all my fairy dreams, that fabulous pot of gold. With a mighty jump I leaped to- ward it, but just then something hit me. I looked up and saw my younger brother and heard my mother calling, Come to breakfast. James Ingraham '47

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BOREAS 17 grip on his tail and gives a blood-curd- ling yell and that bar goes out of there on high. Me hanging on, I go out too. But when he gets outside of the tree I lets go, grabs my rifle and heads the other way. I run the whole four miles to my house. When I git there, I stuff myself so full of hot biscuits and good food I can't move for two days. But I bet that bar's still goin yet. Alice Pooler '46 ik 214 'K lk RAIN IN THE VALLEY by George V. Young The clouds are hanging low And the sun has ceased to shine. The wind is whispering softly In the tall and lonely pine. Then the lightning flashes eerily On mountain, hill and dale. And the rumble of the thunder Echoes loudly through the vale. The winds, now growing stronger Change the whispers to a wail, And the branches of the pine tree Sway and flutter in the gale. O'er the valley and the pine tree Comes a silvery sheet of rain. The gloomy landscape darkens And the thunder speaks again. The form of Old Bluff mountain Through the rain, so safe it looms. Now the lightning flashes brighter And again the thunder booms. Then as quickly as it started The storm begins to cease. And silence fills the valley With a quiet, misty peace. A PLEASANT WALK One day as I was walking slowly through the woods, I saw the most ad- mirable scene I had ever hoped to see. I took a few steps up to the top of a cliff, where I spotted several yellow dashes on the trees zig-zagging through the woods, I happened to think that I had heard my father speak of those yellow dashes follow- ing the Appalachian Trail. I had fol- lowed the trail a few rods, when I heard a noise that not one out of a hundred would recognize. l stepped under a shabby old pine tree and wait- ed until I heard the noise again. Then I discovered that the creature was in the tree over my head. I stepped a- side, where I could get a full view of the swaying branches. I looked at the tree for a long time. Then my eyes caught view of a small shining black object the size of a pin point. I finally knew it was the eye of a tree toad. The rest of the tree toad's body blended with the olive-brown of the bark. I watched him for a few minutes and then moved on about the trail. I happened to trip over a tiny twigg looking down to the ground, I discov- ered that my shoe was untied. I rested my foot on a stump so grey with age it had whiskers. Suddenly I heard a bub- bling sound under the ground. Just a- head of me was a small stream of wa- ter, bubbling between the rocks. I caught sight of a small trout, and as I glanced around I discovered that the stream was full of small trout, feeding on little bits of moss. The rocks were covered with green moss, which seem- ed to be the trout's home. At a right angle to the stream was an enormous beech tree, where squir-

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BOREAS 19 l SENIOR PLAY CAST OF THE CLASS OF 1944 Seated rl. to r.l: G. McMakin, H. Pierce, F. Tibbetts, M. VanDyk. Standing: C. Lane, G. Goff, E. Lidstone, M. Beane. CLASS OF '44 What Tibbie wants it's plain to see, Is someone who's just six foot three. Martha wants only to talk of Randy- To the rest of us he's never handy. A quiet corner where he can be alone Is what Erwin wants for his very Own. Elisabeth writes essays against chewing gum, Yet when you look up, she's sure to have some. Do we wonder what Mildred is going to do? Well she'1l always be writing to the boys in blue. We wonder if Hazel will always have luck She thinks she will, if she only has Puck . We question the fact of Florence's being a crank Evidently not, if one should ask Frank. It falls on Floriman to tease the girls Tickling, pinching, even pulling their curls. To please Geraldine the thing to do Is just to make the whole school new. The seniors all say Christine's aim is to be Manager of clerks at the A. 8: P.