Wiscasset High School - Warrior Yearbook (Wiscasset, ME)

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LITERARY THE FLOWING OF THE BROOK By Maxlne Dutton The only sound that comes to my ear on a cool tranqu1l even1ng IS the steady splashlng and bubbl1ng of the l1ttle brook It lets 1tself pour onward down 1nto the heart of the forest It dashes madly onto the partly sub merged rocks The foamy whlte spray fl1es h1gh falls back and IS carr1ed on down the stream The water re fle ts the stars and becomes a pool of danc1ng d1amonds The moon just r1s1ng 1n the darkemng sky throws ltS golden glow across the rushmg waters On followlng th1s brook one f1nds that ltS course leads IDtO deep pools wh1ch overflow causmg r1vulets and l1ttle edd1es and f1nally los1ng 1tself 1n the Wlde expanse of the great r1ver HAIL BEATING ON THE ROOF By June Farmer I love to I e 1n bed and llsten to the hall beatmg on the roof It makes me feel lonesome yet very warm and secure It makes me apprec1ate mx warm bed and whole roof over mx head and th1nk of the people who a e less fortunate than I I th1nk of all the good th1ngs that have hap p ned to me as well as the bad wh1ch do not seem half so bad now Each t1ny pebble of ha1l seems to be commg dovvn just for me I th1nk there IS nothmg more fr1endly than ha1l beat1ng on the roof SECOND HONEYWIOON By Ann Qumnam Clark and Jan1ce Wmters were marr1ed before the war and enjoyed a short honeymoon before Clark sa1l ed away to f1ght for h1s country Wh1le he was away Jan1ce wrote every day and 1n letters they plan ned the house they would furn1sh when Clark came home to stay When he returned however the1r 1deal house remamed nothlng but a dream Instead of mov1ng 1nto the l1ttle cottage w1th the wh1te plCkEt fence and green shutters they had 1mag1ned they found that not even a two room apartment was avallable D1scouraged and bew1ldered at the h1gh cost of l1v1ng hous1ng shortage and general confus1on Clark dec1ded to take h1s Wlfe and go away for a wh1le B1ll Johnston Clarks budd1e durmg the war suggested a desolate spot 1n the northern part of MHIHS and takmg the bare necess1t1es of l1fe Clark and Janlce took B1l1s 3dV1C6 and rented a cab1n on Lake Embden The beauty of the lake at sundown when the water reflected all the del1cate t1nts that art1sts fa1l to match was a Slght too wonderful for descr1pt1on by words There 1n the st1llness of the woods they could forget the world all the problems It offered and enjoy the peace of the d1stant mountams and the w1lderness that surrounded them As there was very l1ttle work to be done 1n the1r temporary home the contented couple spent the1r t1me 1n sw1mm1ng rovmg f1sh1ng and gathermg w1ld flowers In the cvenlng as they sat on he veranda that oxerlooked the wate1 watch1ng the moon cast1ng shadovts upon the lake they could hear the b1rds 1n the trees and calls of the w1ld an1mals After a restful two weeks Mr and Mrs W1nters return ed to the no1se of the c1tv to receue a happy surpr1se awa1t1ng them B111 Johnston and h1s WlfE Ruth had remodeled the upper stoxx f the1r house 1nto an attractne apart ment for them to occupy untll thex could bu1ld a home of the1r own Jan1ces father had been forced to ret1re due to h1s poor health and slnce he had no son asked Clark to take over h1s buslness Because they felt that the1r cab1n had brought them good luck M and Mrs Wmters vowed to spend a second honeymoon every summer ln the1r l1ttle home by the lake . . . ' I . . ' 1 . ' 1 1 1 ' ' 1 n . C P ' . , - 3 . . . N' 1 , . L , - 1 1 - - 1 1 1 ' 1 1 1 1 1 1 . . . . t , L, 7 , - 1 . . . . - . . y 1 1 , . . ' ' 1 1 7 .1 , V . y 1 ' ' 9 ' .Y - 1 t O , . .7 - 1 , . . - 1 1 - 1 1 1 - 1 I . . , r. . , ' , .

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THE RED AND BLACK L1terary 'IHE DAWN IS HERE By Beryl Nichols The dawn IS here At last the t1ny stars are fad1ng out one by one The horlzon IS br1ll1ant w1th expectatlon for a few lovely m1nutes then the sun peeps over and smlles on a dusky world pushes back the darkness and makes ready for a glorlous day Hours It seems have passed s1nce I last came out on the balcony to pray In realxty It has been only s1x hours SIX hours of wa1t1ng wa1t1ng for hfe or death SIX hours ago I had gone to the beds1de of my Wlfe who was near death The skles then were very black a storm was on 1ts way Just as I had finlshed my prayer It began to ram Agaln I went 1ns1de shut the wmdows and sat by her bedslde I couldn t l1e down to sleep as the fear of her sl1pp1ng away wh1le I was sleep1ng was constantly 1n my m1nd I sat 1n a b1g arm chalr and wrapped myself 1n a blanket The only no1ses were the howllng of the w1nd and the sloshlng of the ra1n agamst the French w1ndows At mornmg she would be better or worse xt was agony to s1t and watch the pendulum of the old grandfathers clock swmg back and forth t1ck1ng off the mm utes that meant l1fe or death for the glrl on the bed Suddenly way off as 1f 1n a dream I heard somethmg banglng It was sometlme before I came to my senses sufficlently to reahze that the wlnd had blown open the French wmdows I shut them and returned to her bed slde The mlracle had happened' She was breathlng normally now I had not reahzed before that It was almost dawn the dawn I had thought would never come was arrlvmg clear and falr The storm had stopped and the mormng would be glorlous God had answered my prayer I felt satlsfied that all would be well agam Agaln I came out onto the balcony where now I arn wa1t1ng for that dazzhng mormng sun to r1se en tlrely over the hor1zon and blot out ev ry sorrow and doubt of the nlght THE BAD LITTLE PIG By Leroy 9 Jackson When I was about five years old we had a l1ttle p1g Th1s httle p1g we kept w1th the cow 1n the barn Noth1ng happened for a wh1le he ate well and grew qulte a b1t When he was about four or five weeks old he stopped eatlng what we gave h1m to eat but kept rlght on grow1ng At the same t1me the cow stopped g1v1ng so much m1Ik Th1s cond1t1on ran along the same way for a week or two the p1g st1ll wouldnt eat and the cow wouldn t g1V6 so much mxlk Dad d1dn t know what was the matter wlth the p1g nor why the cow d1dnt g1V8 so much m1lk About a week later as Dad was golng away he got up early to do the m1lkmg He went out 1nto the barn guess what that l1ttle p1g was do1ng'7 Well that llttle p1g was just gett1ng h1S break fast he was standmg up agamst the cows h1nd leg and sucklng h1s own mllk for breakfast After that mornlng the png and cow were separated the loss of mllk and the never hungry p1g mystery were solved but the p1g 1f per mxtted st1ll would get h1S breakfast by hlmself I x - J , . a 1 ' x a ' ' v 9 1 s ' - , . , . Y ' 7 r 9 - a - 1 , . . 9- I - Y ' 9 C . K. ., . . , . ' 9 1 1 s 1 . - , I . . . . . a v . . ,. . . , . ' 7 9 . ' ' 1 . - ' 5 7 , . . . . . - s 9 ., . . . s , .

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12 THE RED AND BLACK THE BARKING DOG By Marjorie Tarr A few years ago a doctor and h1s Wlfe l1ved on the outsklrts of one of the Un1ted States largest vlllages One day about one oclock the doctor was d1sturbed by a no1se on the porch He went to flnd out 1f someone were there who m1ght be 111 or hurt As he went out he saw a large dog wh1ch began to bark The dog ran to the corner then back to the doctors Slde The doctor knew that somethmg must be wrong and that he should follow the dog He ran back 1nto the house after h1s k1t When he came out the dog ran 1nto the fleld to the foot of a large beautlful green elm Approach1ng the tree the doctor saw a basket hanglng from a llmb When he came nearer and took down the basket he heard a nolse As he looked 1nto the basket he saw a beaut1ful dark eyed dark halred baby The doctor took the baby to the pOl1CE stat1on and spread news of the fmdmg of th1s unlucky baby g1rl Some chlld ren who had been p1ay1ng a few days before 1n the f1eld Sald there were Gypsy people staymg ln the grove of trees on Saturday Th1s statement was proved true The court tr1ed to fmd a famlly of young and good people Slnce no body wanted the baby the court asked Dr Wh1te lf he would keep the ch11d Dr Wh1te and h1s Wlfe loved ch1ldren but had never had any of thelr own Plans were made and carrled out for them to adopt the baby She was named Sandra Love Wh1te She IS now a happy glrl 1n school and very smart Th1s true story hap pened because of a dog BUCK FEVER By Bernlta Crummett The November morn1ng was crlsp and gray w1th a fa1nt prom1se of snow 1n the st11l a1r The crunch of the frozen ground could be heard as the two hunters plodded along the deer tra11 Old Doc Walters turned to h1s compan1on and sa1d Joe youd better stop r1ght at th1s cross1ng wh1le I go up a b1t 1nto the thlcket and try to drlve a deer out to you Okay w1th me Doc You know your buslness when It comes to deer the gang back home tells me you re the best gulde 1n the Ma1ne woods Doc started on through the woods Joe stat1oned h1mself at the deer crosslng After a few mlnutes of s11ence Joe ralsed hlS brand new 30 30 to h1s shoulder and cast h1S eye along the slght What a gun' Guess there was no danger of m1ss1ng a deer w1th that' At th1s preclse mom ent came a snap a crack of tW1gS and three httle bod1es rushed from the thlcket Joe snapped off the safety of h1s gun squlnted along the barrel and empt1ed the magazlne In a few seconds old Doc ran breathlessly from the th1cket shout 1ng Why dldnt you f1re at em? Prett1est shot Ive seen 1n a coons age and you d1dnt shoot' I dld shoot sald Joe I empt1ed my gun at them Well so you d1d' chuckled Doc pomtlng to the ground where SIX cartr1dges lay Emptled your gun all r1ght Jacked your shells out m stead of f1r1ng That s the worse case of buck fever Ive seen 1n these parts ye Joe looked at the s1x shells at h1s feet Id have sworn I flred them he mumbled looklng shghtly em barrassed 7 1 - 1 . . , , , . . , . - . . - , a . 7 7 ' 7 7 . 7 ' - 7 ' 7 . 7 . U , . , . 7 a J ' ' 1 7 7 7 - , , ' ' CC 7 ' ll ' 7 ' 7 7 7 7 ' . . . . , . , . . . . . , ,, ' 77 61 ' 77 ' 56 ' ' 7 7 Li . .77 , . - - , as ' 77 7 7 ' 7 , . . . . . . ,, . 4, . . . ' ' ' I 1 . , ' . ' . . tw , - . ' KL 7 ' 77 . . . , y -