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

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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

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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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As much as she hated to clean, Jan wasn’t so sure but what she would like picking through the old attic that is, providing there weren’t any mice or spiders. She pulled out cardboard boxes full of everything but anything. In one ol the bigger boxes she found some pictures which were the silliest looking things she had ever seen. How women ever could have worn such crazy stvles was beyond her! In back ol one ol those discarded, long mirrors, she found an old black trunk with a broken catch. This to Jan was the best yet. As she opened it, one ol the first things she came upon was an old box filled with papers. I here were a few letters which were so faded [an couldn’t read them very well, but no one could say she didn't try. Then she pulled out a long white envelope. Jan, being the curious type, opened it. As she unfolded the paper, what she saw before her left her thunderstruck. It was adoption papers lor Janice Carol Lang. Her last name was Bacon, but she was sure that she had been adopted. Jan didn’t know what to do. She ran down stairs with the paper in her hand. Her mother was in the kitchen. Jan couldn’t cjuite bring herself to say it. She just handed her mother the paper. Mrs. Bacon looked at it; then smiled, as she asked, “Why, where did you find that, dear? I thought that was gone long ago.” Jan just couldn t understand how she could be so free and easy about it I p in the attic, she said slowly. “Mom, why didn’t you tell me about it?” Her mother looked surprised. “Why I thought you knew about it, dear. Anyway what difference does it make?” What difference did it make! Jan was getting a bit angry. “Well, wouldn't you like to know il you had been adopted?” 1 have always known I was adopted, dear” her mother said. My mother showed me that paper long ago. You see she couldn’t have any children, so she adopted me.” Jan sank into the chair. “Oh. I forgot your name was the same as mine ” she sighed with relief. “I thought I was the one that had been adopted.” She went back upstairs feeling much happier than when she came down. Her mother, a strange smile on her face, watched her go. Margie Cox ELVIS AND GIRLS I, personally, have no grudge against Elvis Presley. I am, therefore, writing this story to gall a few girls I know. How anyone could go “ape” over Elvis is more than I can understand. A person who stands with an oversized guitar in his hands and shakes as he does must be loose under the skull. He sounds and acts like one who has had too many drinks and has fallen into a nest of red ants. Some girls think he is handsome with his hair dripping with grease and still looking like a worn-out broom. Adding to his beauty are “bags” under his eyes, which make him look as if he hadn’t slept for a week. I he lad that he has lour or five Cadillacs and a few other expensive cars, proves he is very spend thrift. What girl in her right mind would want a husband who is so extravagant. Certainly, one Cadillac would do! I hey say day-dreaming is a sign of mental sickness. In that case, lots of iris are going insane. Some girls spend so much time thinking of him, they never get things done in reality. Why do they spend so much time on him? They will never marry him, nor ptobably see him in person. Those things I’ll never understand. Burton Cole lfi