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

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Wallace Hussey Small 3, V Doris Brooks tT Kent Martin Edison Henderson Arthur Collin Richard Mclnnis James Swan Leora Pearl Farrington Denise Noyes Stanley Newell

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Eva— Lorraine— Denise— Pearl— Doris— Dermy— Jimmy— Dick — Kent— Wallace— Arthur— Eddie— Eva— Lorraine— Denise— Pearl— Doris— Dermy— Jimmy— Dicky— Kent— Wallace— Arthur— Eddie— Eva— Lorraine— Denise— Doris— Pearl— Dermy— Jimmy— Dicky— Kent— Wallace— Arthur— Eddie— Eva— Lorraine— Denise— Doris— Pearl— Dermy— Jimmy— Dicky— Kent— Wallace— Arthur— Eddie— Senior Statistics NOTED FOR Perfume Flirting Her late hours Her Personality Her brains Hunting rabbits Dependability Skipping school Red hair Studying Hot rodding Blushing FAVORITE DREAMS Wife of a cop Elvis To be the wife of H. S. 1 o be a I. V. and radio star io be a nurse A game warden A wedding ring A college education Becoming an artist A physical specialist to be a cop A jet pilot WILLS TO UNDERGRADUATES Parking at public wharf Her glasses Her “A” average Her quietness Her cute smile His whiskers Mathmatical ability All of his school books His typing skill His brown eyes His Ford His wise cracks FUN WITH INITIALS E. G. H. E. L. B. D. A. N. I). E. B. L. P. F. S. E. N. J. C. S. R. A. M. K. R. M. W. E. H. A. C. E. C. H. Eva’s got Henry Elvis lures Billings Denise adores nights Doris ever busy Little Pearl fools Stanley enjoys noon Jimmy’s Cushman's suitor Richard’s always meddling Kent races madly Wallace enjoys homework Arthur’s curious Eddie can’t hurry 13

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cjLiterciru SO YOUNG — SO FOOLISH Larry Trent was like any other teen-age boy of his age. He liked the thrills and chills and the excitement that go with living dangerously, and he had a souped-up Ford that always seemed ready to race. These two things together made life for Larry very exciting, but also very dangerous. He attended Center- ville High, was average in his studies, and got along well with the other students. His mother and father were ordinary parents, who ran a small store in the next town. Larry helped them weekends. Larry may have been just “the hoy next door” during the day, but at night he turned into a demon, craving speed and excitement. On this particular night he left home to meet his girl friend and go to the Centerville drive-in theater. After leaving town, he headed down Route 16 for the drive-in. He wasn't in any particular hurry. Then the road behind them became illuminated, and headlights came into view in his mirror. “Moving pretty fast!” he said. “Probably it’s that kid with the new Mercury; he’s been asking for a race all day.” When the car came close enough to see that it was the new Mercury, Larry tramped on the gas. The engine settled to a deep throb that rose with the car’s speed. The wind, whistling through the vents, seemed to add new excitement. At first his girl had shrugged the matter off, but now she was alert and showed her enthusiasm with her encouraging words. They were now on “French’s Flats”—a straight strip of macadam five miles in length. The Mercury was pulling up fast and blowing its horn as if to pass, so Larry gave his car all it had. The speedometer needle was rising more slowly now, 90-95-97-102 and on to 108 m.p.h. This couldn’t keep on forever, Larry knew. It had to end sometime, but he wasn’t one to give in. Now they were approaching a series of curves and embankments where construction had been going on for the past year. As they rocketed through the first curve, Larry felt the rear wheels slip a little, but he held fast. Now the Mercury was passing on the flat before the next curve. So it happened that they hit the curve at the same time. The Mercury slowly gave way until it was crowding Larry's car towards the bank. Larry saw what was happening and hit his brakes in an effort to pull in behind the leading car. But it was too late. With a rending crash of metal on metal the two cars came together and hurtled through space into the ravine, with a crash that echoed and died in the night. They were so young and foolish! Kent Martin DISCOVERY IN THE ATTIC Jan awoke slowly from a happy dream. This was the morning she did not have to go to school as it was Saturday, but that didn’t make it any better. There was always house work to do. She could hear her mother moving about in the kitchen. Getting reluctantly into her blue jeans, she went downstairs. “Good morning, dear,” her mother said in a tone which Jan knew meant there was something for her to do. Sure enough, right after breakfast Jan was informed that she was to start cleaning the attic this morning. Jan wasn’t very fond of going up in that dusty old attic, but a lot of difference that made! Rags and broom in hand she went up the stairs. The attic surely was a mess. There were old broken lamps, boxes of clothes, an old sewing machine, and a score of other old dusty articles. 15