Woodstock High School - Eureka Yearbook (Bryant Pond, ME)

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QTHE WESTOVER SECRETI he discovered that he was the cause of the tcwn's disturbance. The night on which he had slipped out to play pool had been dark, and he had crawled in through Mrs. Brown's window by mistake. Not daring to risk his wife's scorn, he told her neither of his mistake nor of his assisting Miss Prigg. The town and Mrs. Brown are still ignorant as to the identity of the intruder. As for Miss Prigg, she had more callers in the following months than she had ever had, in her life, and she is still perplexed as to her neighbors interest in her. As yet the town's people have been unable to draw from her the identity of her gentleman friend. Eleanor Stanley '41 FAKE WE LL LGR D FAUNTLEKCDY Yesterday I chanced upon him, that old friend of mine, and was amazed at the change in a once so stately and command- ing appearance. His eloquence is now mute. As I watched him trudge slowly down the path leading to eternity I thought of his courage and endurance. I remember the first day he came to class, attired in his bright new Jacket. One would surely never have guessed from his distinctive appearance that morning, that he was but a frightened, lonely orphan. Perhaps it was his manner or his precise speech that kept him apart from the rest of use At any rate, he didnit seem to fit. when the teacher introduced him to the class, the pupils weren't much impressed. I myself despised him at first. When recess came that day, we pretended to initiate him to the spe- cial roder, nthe gangn. He silently endured it all, although we nearly broke his back, On another day we threw him into a nearby brook but though he nearly drowned, even then we felt not the least sorry for him. Finally we dragged him unconscious out of water. Not daring to take him home that night, we left alone near a fire to dry. I don't know how he happened to vivc because when I returned the next morning his new coat 111.- bit the him SUI'- WGS burned half off and his whole side was blistcred. Ho begged that I take him to a doctor to have his terrible wounds healed I couldn't be bothered with such a sissy. I took some tape that I had in my pocket and patched him up the best I could. During the next yvwrs he went to school with me everyday. Did he get on my nrrvesl I know I bullied him, for I resented this nsissyn with such elegant speech. Today as I graduated from high school I felt somewhat FC- morseful. I realized then that my friend had tried to help me over the hard places. I'd used his influence every day and my teachers told me that I should have become better acquainted with him. It's too late now, however, to make amends. I'm bidding hir.adieu. Yet, always in the future I'll think with remorse of my battered but endurinp friend, the English grammar book. Wayne Redman--J -4

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THE WESTOVEK SECRET The Westover family has been living in Elmsville for a number of years now, but James Westover still lives in fear of the day on which his neighbors will find out his secret. The trouble all began five years ago, when James, his wife, and their small son first moved to the small town. One night soon after their arrival, James decided to slip out and play a game or twn of pool. About 11:50 he started home, softly whistling a merry tune. About a half a block from home, he saw a woman swishing across the street toward him, so he waited for her. As they reached her house, she asked him if he would unlock her lock stuck. Not being the distress pass by,James went As he came to his own forgotten his key and that tired. The only way to g silently as possible he ope front door for her because the kind of a person to let a lady in up the walk and unlocked the doon home, he discovered that he had Mary had locked the door and re- et in was through a window. As ned the window and hopped inside, incidentally, landing on top of a plant pot. Starting brave- ly across the room, he bumped first into a chair, then the table, then slipped on a rug. Finally he reached the stair- case breathless and cursing O He reached the bedroom safely, undressed, and climbed into bed. Some one was in the next room snoring---probably his wife, sleeping in there tonight, as little Larry was ofta1 afraid in the dark. Heavens! He had heard his wife snore before but never like that. The whole house trembled. He was awakened at six by the mill whistle. Glory be! he had slept too long! He dashed into his clothes and out the front door. Breakfast would have to wait until later. On reaching the office he was still only half awake. .A. . . . About nine o'eloek that morning a middle aged woman en- tered Mrs. Hazen's house. At nine-fifteen Mrs. Hazen entered Mrs. Mason's house. By noon the whole town was agog. Miss Prlgg had been seen walking home last night, very late, with a man!! Now Miss Prigg was the town spinster, and for her to be out walking with a gentleman ---- well it just d1dn't seem possible, Also last night someone had entered Mrs. Carrie Brown's house. He had crawled in through the window and ruined one of her best geraniums. The intruder had even dared to go up stairs and mess up her guest room. The only thing she could find that was missing was her deceased husband's hat, which she kept hanging in the front hall. . . . . At noon James wearily trudged home,to be met at the door by a very angry wife who demanded to know where he spent the night--he hadn't returned home all night. James insisted that he had been home, and it was only after much qulbbling that the matter was dropped. It was not until several days later that James was able to understand his w1fe's accusation. Then,to his great horror,

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THE FLAG IS CALLING From the hill, the plain and valley, The young men come from homes, to rally At the call of the country's flag. The nation, sturdy soldiers needing, Seems urgently to true sons pleading: And the flag is calling, calling-- They must go. Harkl As on the merry breezes swell The clarion call of the bugle, to tell That the day has come to march 'gainst the And those breezes, always sighing, Seem to blend with the crying: But the flag is calling, calling-- They must go. So loved ones, their hearts aching Watch and cheer them, striving, making Brave attempts to still their fears, for well they know There are many gone forever Yet the flag is calling, calling-- They must go. 'l Velma Cummings TUE CYCLONE On a mild September day, When all was calm and still, I gazed off to the westward, And saw black clouds o'er the hill. Early that September eve, The The The All The All sky was growing black, wind began to shriek, limbs and trees to crack. through that long, black, night, wind tore fiercely mmm looked wrenched and torn, When we arose at dawn. The trees were stripped and fallen, Shingles from roof torn loose, As if a giant Cyclops, Had stormed them with abuse. L Gerald Poland '41 '44 foe: