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

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 ercir THE TERRIBLE THOUGHT It was during school one afternoon that mother telephoned and said she and Dad were called away to an unexpected meeting. She told me to have some of the kids over for the evening, to put Tom to bed at six o’clock, and to write to Betty, my sister who is out West going to college, before I went to bed. I hung up happy, and soon had a bunch of kids rounded up to come over that evening. I continued by (lasses, just waiting for the bell. While I was doing the dishes that evening, the door bell rang. It was a telegram from Betty. Arriving 10:00 train stop meet me at South Station. Betty.” That's great! Mom’s away and what shall I do? I finally came to the de- cision that maybe Sam's Hot Rod would hang together that far. When the kids started arriving, I told them of the telegram. Then I got Tom up and dressed to take with me. We all piled into the jalopy and headed for South Station about nine o'clock. There were ten of us in the hot rod and about half of us had to ride in the rumble seat. Jane piped up and said she thought she heard something fall out, but Tom replied unconcernedly, “1 guess it can't be anything very valuable in this old hack.” We were nearly there when we heard a wonderful song on the radio so everyone quieted down to listen to it. It was interrupted by a special bulletin, announcing that a little boy had been run over and killed on Park Street. That was all we heard. I thought, “What a shame to neglect children like that!” We reached the station and I got out. After a long wait, I found Betty. She said she had three days off as it was test week. She asked about Mom, Dad and Tom! Where was he! Everyone was quiet. Their thoughts went back to the news bulle- tin. It was on Park Street where we lived, and fane remembered somthing falling out.” We hit only the high spots on the way back to Park Street. We got there just as the ambulance and cars were leaving. We all were so shocked we didn't know what to do or say. What could we do now? It was too late to think about our carelessness. As we started to get out of the car, I tripped on something on the floor. Tom, curled up sound asleep! Geraldine Cushman EVEN CHANGE II you are a good sport, you will give the game that you are hunting an even chance. When 1 am out hunting deer, 1 never shoot at one of them standing still. 1 grab a piece of cord wood and chase him through the woods. After I get him running in good shape, I take a shot at him. I never got one that way, but it surely gives them an even chance. 1 always give bear an even chance. I never stop running until I am sure that I am out of his sight. 14

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Gloi ia Charles Leona Shirley Evelyn Robert D. Robert B. John Herbie Colby Howard Henry Gloria Charles Leona Shirley Evelyn Robert D. Robert B. John Colby Herbie Howard Henry Gloria Charles Leona Shirley Evelyn Robert D. Robert B. John C. Colby Herb Howard I Ienry Gloria Charles Leona Shirley Evelyn Robert I). Robert B. John C. Colby Herbie Howard Henry Seniors WANTED The record, “I'll be Home” Women, a dime a dozen A steady boy — tall, dark and handsome A trailer Someone to do her Algebra Just a couple of cows Steady work, Longer noon hours A steady girl A car Someone to watch over me A band of gold WILLS TO UNDERGRADUATES Her basketball ability His ability to sleep in classes Her freckles Her French book Her Algebra book His laugh His speed in typing His car His red hair His ability to play basketball Ability to flirt with the girls His height NOTED FOR Her figure His personality Typing ability Driving a Ford Her giggle His walk Ability to get out of school Dependability Hot rodding His humor His brains Talking to Eva FAVORITE DREAMS To be with Rex To stay single To own a Mercury convertible James Dean (movie star) To go to college To be a farmer To become a tec hnician To become an Industrial, Arts teacher To marry Marilyn Monroe To become a cop To become a basketball star Eva 13

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Bird hunting is a good sport. When I am walking down some old logging road and a bird Hies up in front of me, it stares me so 1 shoot both barrels into the ground. By the time I get loaded again, there's not a bird in sight. Rabbits are so stupid that I have to kit k them to get them running. Then I have to give them two or three minutes to pick up enough speetl to make it worthwhile to shoot at them. There isn’t much game meat on the table, but on the run. certainly get a lot of it Stanley Newell A FRIENDLY GREETING One afternoon a little boy asked, Mommy, may Tommy anti me stay out in the tent tonight? If we get scared, we can come in. “All right Jerry, said mother, “You may if you want to. But remember the last time you and Tommy stayed out there! Evening came and found Jerry anti Tommy making their way out to the lent to spend the night. Gee, Jerry, Tommy saitl, a little frightened I d-tl-tlon't k-know if I'm a g-g-gonna like this very much.” After a few minutes, little Tommy and Jerry crawled into their snug beds and placed a Hashlight under their pillow. They had just got to sleep when there was a noise outside the tent. “Tommy! Wake up quick! S-s-something is right outside the tent.” Tommy, who was wide awake by now. asked, “What is it?” “I don't know,” said frightened little Jerry, But I caught a glimpse ol something white.” Tommy was frightened now because, by the light of the flashlight, ferry's face was white as snow. “What will we do, Jerry? Suppose it comes right — Oh! Did you see that? I just flashed my light out there and it looked like something black and white.” “Let me see the Hashlight a minute. I'm going to see what is going on!” said determined Jerry. “Be careful, was a warning from Tommy. Jerry picked up the flashlight and peeked around the tent. He caught a glimpse of something whiz by as he flashed the light outside. He was quaking inside but still he was determined to find out who the intruder was. When the creature crept back slowly, it looked huge and fierce in the dark, but as it came nearer and nearer, a feeling of relief spread over ferry’s face. And sure enough! A skunk met him face to face. “Tommy! It's only a skunk. Gome on out and get acquainted.” Doris Brooks DOUBLE RESCUE it was dark out, and it would be a long time before morning. Ray needed his sleep badly for the camping trip he was to go on tomorrow, but sleep just wouldn’t come. As he lay there thinking of tomorrow’s great day, it seemed to grow darker and darker; and Ray finally becoming sleepier and sleepier, was 15