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

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f H H - f OLDL-.K:,l-:, fda Written by the younger sister, Jenny When I grow uc I know I shan't be a wild-headed, crazy senseless girl. I'm not bragging, but, well, I've seen sb much of that sort of thing and get so sick of it, I think I will know enough to be sensible. Now I know I won't be like my sister Kate. Although she is sixteen years old she is the craziest and laziest girl I ever saw. Why one night she ---- But now that I have started , I may as well begin at the beginning. One afternoon she came running home from school. WWhy, just think, Mother-r-r-r,n she said, nSally Manners,the rlche est girl in Winston High School,has invited me,me, Kate Brown to her oartyl Oh, I'm just so thrilled I think I shall die from sheer joyln and she certainly looked as though she might. Well, I d1dn't think much of it. I know I wouldn't have gone all haywire just because a rich girl invited me to her party. Probably Miss Manners had invited the whole school, and as Kate was a oupil there she cou1dn't helo being in- vited, just like all the rest.Anyhow, I couldn't see why - Mother had to hurry and get her a new dress for this wonderful occasion, as Kate exnressed 1t.Her blue dress was oerfectly all right. Wednesday night came, and Kate started to get Peadm First she went to take a bath. All of a sudden we heard a holler and Ma had to climb the stairs to see what that kid wanted, She had jumped right into the bathtub, and of course, forgot to take a washcloth and towel with her, Sometimes I think she'd forget to take her head with her if t'wasn't hitched to her. Finally she got out of there leaving enough water on the floor to wash every window in the house, oretty near. Then she went to her room to dress, when out of a clear blue sky she shouts for her new silk stockings. Poor Mother had to climb the stairs again, and there they were, right on the bed where she had out them herself. Mother had just started down again when another yell gmt her back to see what all the commotion was about. Kate could not get her dress over her head, and Mother said no wonder, she hadn't even unfastened lt, Poor Mother, Ifll never make her stand for hours just to get me ready for an old party. Of course, I d1dn't tell Kate so, but I didn't think she looked much better after all that orimoing than she did when she started, I would like to have dragged her to thebathroom and washed her face. She had enough of that red coloring on to paint our house inside and out. Her hair looked kind of nice though, and I don't say so just because I heloed fix it. When she came down stairs and said goodbye to us and left Ihcirtainly was relieved. I saw Mother sink wearlly, into a c a r,

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A SENTRY There it stands so majestic The old elm tree by the old There it has stood for many Sharing everyone's gladness Standing there harboring on Firm in its place by the ol Serving as homes for the fe O'er a playground of noisy, and tall, stone wall. long years, and tears. e and all. d stone wall athered one. mmmngfmm Keeping, as a shepherd guards his sheep, Vigil o'er all--awake or asleepg Alert to the danger that they night stray. Out of the pasture of l1fe's right way. There it stands so majestic and tall. Where long it has stood by the old stone wall There it will stand for nany years more, An eternal sentinel near our door. Rosalie Palmer '41 QA SNOW STORM Through the window I look, And watch the falling snow Floating freely through the air, First swiftly and then slow. I W Som Whl The Thi Upo The The The Lik Whi The atch it light on naked twigs, e flakes cling fast and stay. le others slide upon the gro wind blows some awayu und, ck and fast the white flakes fall n the frozen ground: earth is camouflaged with snow-- white spread all aroundg Way it whirls and twirls e miniature cyolonesg le sometimes the wind whistles n alternately moansz I look at the dull gray sky Whe noe comes the starry snow, And fancy the dazzling sight The morning sun will shows The image of the stately pine All patched with blots of White, The As graceful pattern of each bough outlined in the light. Arlene Swan '44

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KOLDER szsrsaj It hadn't been more than five minuter when we heard the doorbell ring. Mother went and opened it and Kate came in, crying. She ran past us and went upstairs. We followed her up and at last got it out of her that the party wouldn't be for two weeks. - Phew! All that work for nothing. Dorothy Poland '44 FATHER FIXES ' I I r If P1 frlf. DOCJJQ ANXQD Father had started home from work early ln order that he might have time to fix the broken door knob. As he was hurry- ing across the yard, he failed to notice a rake lying across the path. A crash was heard, and Father could be seen flying through the air. Never at any football game have I seen a better flying tackle. With a loud thud Father landed tsafely near the door. Slowly he arose to his feet, glaring at the object with which he had collided. Then my angry parent uttered several words which I dare not repeat. Finally, after brushing him- self off, he started into the house. Instead of turning the knob, he yanked it towards him, the result being another spill. This was too much. Father lay there for several seconds before attempting to stand. Never before have I realized that such a small thing as a door knob could have so many names. Picking up the parts, he started into the house, got a screw driver and proceeded to make the necessary repairs. First he put the plate on. It was not until he had fitted all but one screw, that he found the plate was upside down. Of course the hole was in the wrong place. With several groans he took it apart and, for the first time, started in right. This time he put all screws in loose- ly so it would be easier to take off if something was wrong. While Father was examining his work to see if everything looked all right, my brother came running out of the house. All Father's hard labor was ruined. The parts of the door. knob went is all directions. Father could stand no more. He went into the house, called a carpenter to fix the door knob, and then sat down to a peaceful evening of reading the daily paper. Gardner Cole '44