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

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cJitercinj THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SPOT I KNOW I am sure every person in the world, at one time or another, has a place she calls her own—a place where she can go to he alone; and I am sure that to her, it is a spot of beauty. I have such a place. It is the most beautiful spot I know. To get to it I go through a long field of tall green grass; then I come to a steep hill, with a path leading down to a winding brook. As I go down the path, 1 see, at the bottom of the hill, “my” spot. Not far from the edge of the water is a huge rock, and when I stand on it, I feel as though I were looking at the ocean from a high bridge. Just beyond is a smaller rock, where I like to sit and dangle my feet in the refreshing water. The water is calm and mirror-like, and through it I can see many fish, large and small, swimming lazily around. To my right, there is a small falls rushing into the brook. On my left is an- other falls sending the water tumbling down into a lower part of the stream. As I look toward the opposite bank, I see beautiful white birches reflected in the water. If I look behind me, there are more trees, which also use the brook for a mirror. flipping into the water for a swim, I suddenly come alive. Every part of my body senses the change and I feel like a new person. I could stay in this spot for hours and forget all my troubles. I go home feel- ing at peace with the world. Somehow I know I can always go back when I need to get away from it all. The trees will always be there, the brook, the rocks, and the fish—all essential parts of the most beautiful spot I know. Beverly Poland, ’58 LIFE’S DARKEST MOMENT The little incident which 1 am about to tell you concerns me and my old model-A Ford tractor. I had just done a valve job on this tractor and now was ready to see if it would run again. Grabbing the crank and thinking everything must be in good condition, I tried to turn the motor over; but, alas! It wouldn’t even budge. I couldn’t un- derstand what was the matter. During the operation I didn’t remember leaving out or putting in any parts, so I figured the starter must be locked. With that in mind, I took off the starter and found that it wasn’t locked at all. Now I really began to worry, for I thought the motor must be stuck. That 15

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Senior S « j iVj Name Wills to Undergraduates Future Plans Fun with Initials Clinton Geraldine Phillip Lea trice Herbert Beverly Kaye Jerry Samuel Nadine Dry jokes Her gum His height All her school books His cars Long hair Her studying His tardiness His math ability Her ability to flirt Industrial arts teacher C.H.C. Clinton has charm Jim’s wife (Secretary) G.S.C. Gerry swims cool Carpenter P.C.D. Phillip chases dames John’s wife L.H.F. Leaf has fun Bookkeeper H.H.H. Herb hates homework Herb’s wife (Writer) B.J.P. Bev just primps Nurse K.O.R. Kaye’s oral recitation Navy S.L.S. Sam loves school Marines J.W.S. Jerry walks slowly Jim W.’s wife N.L.W. Nadine loves Whynaught THE IDEAL GIBL THE IDEAL BOY Complexion Nadine Smile Kaye Hair Beverly Eyes Leatrice Figure Gerry Clothes Gerry Line Nadine School Loyalty Leatrice Dramatic Ability Beverly “CLASS Complexion Clinton Studying Ability Sam Hair Herb 1 Ieight Phil Physique Clinton Athletic Ability Herb Dramatic Ability Jerry School Loyalty Sam Quietness Phillip ID ADS' The technique of being tall is now solved. Wear “Built-Up” Shoes, manufactured by P. C. Davis, Inc. Guaranteed to make you 3 inches taller. Factory at Sprouting Ave., Tall Timber, Maine. Attract the girls! Write for a special bul- letin “The Advantage of Having Blond Hair” published weekly by C. If. Cushman, Peroxide Street. “How to Get the Marines to Accept You” in 15 easy lessons. Beautiful vacation at Parris Island. Easy training. Picnics every day, rain or shine. Just drop in on S. L. Sumner any night except Wednesday for information. Want to make your hair grow long and beautiful? It is very simple. All you do Ls wash it in molasses and vinegar every night for 3 weeks. Guaranteed to grow your hair 3 inches a year. Contact Bev Poland before it is too late. Just send $3.95 for 10 worth-while easy lessons on “How to Eat in School.” To be successful, practice it every day. Highly recommended by Leatrice Fami’im. “How to Get to Florida” in 1 easy lesson. Just drive 1700 miles and you’ll be there. Never failed yet. For reliable information, write to G. S. Cushman. For references contact J. C. Swan. Want to keep a car for one week? It is possible! Write to the genius, H. H. Hat- field, Swap Street. He has proved it by keeping 14 cars for 1 week. “How to Tell the Teachers Off” is the best book published this year. It really works and the teachers just love it. Send your order to Kaye Ring, Sass Street, with your check for $15. for a copy. Write today for the book “How to Talk Loudly” by J. Smith. Teaches you how to draw attention by screaming at the top of your lungs. Offered at the low, low cost of only $19.95. Hurry! Hurry! Last chance. Take up this outstanding offer. Send for “The Tech- nique of Flirting,” a course which takes only 3 years to complete. If not satisfied, contact Nadine Waterhouse, and she will refund your money. 14

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was very possible because there was only about a quarter of an inch between the piston and cylinder. 1 was nearly ready to take the cylinder head off, but lirst I decided to try pulling it with my car. During this procedure the motor turned over. You may be wondering why 1 couldn’t crank it. Well, I must be truthful. 1 had left it in gear! Clinton Cushman, ’58 THE TAP ON THE WINDOW It was a cold night in the North. Snow had been falling since the day before, and everything was covered with a thick white blanket. Hidden away deep in a valley was a tiny cabin. The window had a cherry glow, and smoke spiraled from the chimney. It looked like a comforting shelter from the storm. Inside, a trapper was standing before a pot-bellied stove that was fairly red with heat. 1 he other trappers were a half hour late. As he listened to the wind howl and shriek around the little cabin, he moved closer to the stove. The trapper was really worried now. Suppose his friends were lost? And in this storm! Maybe he should go looking for them. He reached for his coat but decided against going. He would just get lost himself. Now the wind was a terrific gale which shook the cabin. Just then he heard a rap. “They’re here,” he thought. As he opened the door, a gust of wind blew in sifting snow around his feet. No one was there! “My imagination, he decided. As he walked back to the stove, he heard another rap, this time at the win- dow. He glanced at it, but saw nothing. The rapping continued about every two minutes. The trapper was becoming frantic. Finally a weird sound came through the cabin. It was a faint “O-oo-ee.” He grabbed his rifle and stool very tense as the sound came closer. Then the door burst open and in stumbled the trappers, red with cold. The first trapper asked, “Did you see anything tapping at the window?” “No, nothing but a branch from a fallen tree,” was the reply, “But didn’t you hear a strange noise?” The trapper asked wonderingly. “No, just us calling to you.” Carmen Martin, ’61 CATS ARE A NUISANCE! Believe you me, they are! That is, in my opinion. They have a way of always rubbing against me at the wrong time and “rubbing me the wrong way.” Either I’m watching a hair-raising mystery, or I’ve just put on my ski pants 16