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

Text from Pages 1 - 64 of the 1964 volume:

We, the Senior class of 1964, take pride in dedicating our '64 Eureka to Mr. Keith Bean. For three years he has served our school well as a commercial teach- er, basketball and baseball coach, and as the Eureka advisor. He has given to us unselfishly of his time and efforts. The graduating class of 1964 publishes this Eureka In memory of Mrs. Rena Howe. Mrs. Howe had served faithfully and effectively on the Woodstock school board for many years, being responsible for countless improvements in the school system. She was Assistant Director of Dirigo Girl’s State and, until her death on October 18, 1963, she was an ardent participant of community and church activities. To Our Readers Because the cost of printing a school yearbook has risen to the point where few schools can break even on the investment we are listing those businesses and industries who have made it possible for us to publish this year. We ask that those of you who purchase in this area make a special effort to give some business to the following people who have subscribed so we might survive. $6.00 CONTRIBUTORS Chase's General Store West Paris, Maine Lowe Florist South Paris, Maine Norway Savings Bank Norway, Maine Sanborn's Motor Express, Inc Norway, Maine National CO-OP Store, Inc. West Paris, Maine Cole's Hardware Bryant Pond, Maine Whitman Oil Co. Norway, Maine Bensons Coal Oil West Paris, Maine Goodwins Dairy South Paris, Maine Bethel Laundromat Bethel, Maine Penley Brothers West Paris, Maine Stone's Drug Store Norway, Maine Ripley Fletcher Co. South Paris, Maine Woodman’s Sporting Goods Norway, Maine Lamey-Wellehan Rumford, Maine Twitchell Farm Equipment Oxford, Maine Dr. Thomas P. Nangle West Paris, Maine La Flamme Jeweler Norway, Maine N. Dayton Bolster Co. South Paris, Maine Faculty FRONT ROW: Mr. Keniston, Mrs. Jacobs, Mrs. Lord, Mr. Hall. BACK ROW: Mr. Clements, Mr. Desjardins, Mr. Hutchins, Mr. Bean, Mr. McCann. Faculty Guess Who? This page sponsored by HATHAWAY’S COUNTRY STORE Locke Mills, Maine and EKCO-TEBBETS, INC. Locke Mills, Maine K. B. W. H. We wish to thank the industries who have contributed to our yearbook and we hope that our readers will patronize these businesses. $3. 00 CONTRIBUTORS Norway National Bank Norway, Maine Western Auto Bethel, Maine Walter E. Appleby West Paris, Maine Bouffard's Furniture Store Rumford, Maine Ray's Body Shop West Paris, Maine Bucky’s Service Station Bethel, Maine 0. K. Clifford Company South Paris, Maine Davis Building Supply Bethel, Maine Rumford Falls Power Company Rumford, Maine Leaches Locke Mills, Maine Chapin’s Shell Station Bethel, Maine Wilson's Dollar Stores Norway, Maine West Paris Hardware West Paris, Maine J. J. Newberry's Norway, Maine Clark's Lunch Bryant Pond, Maine Hadley Auto Sales West Paris, Maine Robert B. Dow, Lawyer Norway, Maine Barb's Lunch Woodstock, Maine Clifford's Rexall Store South Paris, Maine Hillcrest Farm Bryant Pond, Maine Luce Oil Co. Bethel, Maine Ken’s Market Bryant Pond, Maine L. F. Pike Son Norway, Maine Jack's Esso Bryant Pond, Maine Hibler Bros. Garage West Paris, Maine Bennett's Garage Bethel, Maine W. J. Wheeler Co. South Paris, Maine Dr. Trinward Bethel, Maine Dr. Allan S. Chase Norway, Maine Bosserman's Pharmacy Bethel, Maine North Paris General Store West Paris, Maine A. W. Walker Son South Paris, Maine CHARLOTTE DALE AUGER Auger New Britain, Connecticut August 3, 1944 Commercial Course Ambition: Undecided Age carrys all things, even the mind away I Volleyball 3; Commercial Club 2; Glee Club 2; Junior Prom Attendant 3 ROGER WAYNE BENSON Roger” Rumford, Maine May 8, 1945 General Course Ambition: Game Warden It's not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country. T ransferred From Leavitt Institute Turner, Maine. Basketball 3,4; Baseball 2,4; Volleyball Captain 2; Cross Country 4; Junior Prom Attendant 3 JAMES EVERETT CHILDS Jimmy Rumford, Maine March 11, 1945 Industrial Arts Course Ambition: Express Truck Driver I am a lover and have not found my thing to love. Volleyball 3 NANCY K. COLE “Nance Rumford, Maine November 9, 1945 College Course Ambition: Successful Wife These are the times that try men's souls. Student Council 2,3; Glee Club 1; Librarian 1,2; Office Girl 2; Play 1,4; Volleyball 3; Junior Prom 3 ANNIE M. CROSS Animal Rumford, Maine December 6, 1945 College Course Ambition: College They know enough who know how to leam. ” National Honor Society 2,3,4; Soft- ball 1,3,4; Basketball 1,2, 3,4; (Captain 3, 4); All-Star Basketball 3, 4; Class President 2, 3,4; Student Council 2, 3,4; (President 4); Girl's State Delegate 3; Junior Prom Attendant 1,3; Carnival Ball Attend- ant 2; Carnival Ball Queen 3; Eureka Staff 2, 3, 4; (Editor in Chief 4); Band 3,4. EILEEN MARY DUNHAM Eileen Rumford, Maine November 22, 1945 College Course A mbition: Undecided A fool must now and then be right by chance. Softball 1; Band 3,4; National Honor Society 2,3,4; Junior Prom Attendant 3; Eureka Staff 4 BELINDA STARR EMMONS Belinda Norway, Maine February 16, 1946 College Course A mbition: Undecided Good, Better, Best, Never let it rest, till good is better and better is best. Office Girl 1,2,3; Public Speaking 1,2,3; Class Sec- retary 1,2, 3, 4; Librarian 1,2,3, 4; Junior Prom Attendant 1,3; Carnival Ball Attendant 2; National Honor Society 2,3,4; Volley 3; Glee Club 2; One Act Play 4 WALLACE V. FARRINGTON Wally West Paris, Maine April 14, 1945 Industrial Arts Course A mbition: Unde cided No one can kill time without in- juring eternity. Basketball 1,2,3; Class President 1; Student Council 1 GAYLA FARROW Gayla Oklahoma City, Oklahoma October 16, 1946 College Course Ambition: WAC A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and Philosophers and divines. Transferred From Uniondale High School Uniondale, Long Island, New,York. Mag. Campaign Chairman 4; Basketball 4; Softball 4; Office Girl 4; National Honor Society 4; Eureka Staff 4 GEORGE OAKLEY GERRISH JR. George Rumford, Maine October 8, 1946 Industrial Arts Course Ambition: Undecided A man will receive things in life, only if he works to deserve them. Baseball 1,2, 3,4; Basketball 1,2, 3,4; Volleyball 3; Cross Country 4; Junior Prom Attendant 3; Carnival Ball Attendant 4 JAMES MACK KEEN Jim Decaturville, Tennessee December 31, 1945 General Course Ambition: Telephone C. Engineer He who does not love wine, women, and song remains a fool his whole life long. Transferred From Parsons High School. Basketball 3,4; Baseball 3, 4; Volleyball Captain 3; Cross Country 4; Junior Prom Attendant 3; Class Vice-President 3,4; Carni- val King 4 JOAN ELAINE LINSBECK Joni Riverdale, Maryland May 2, 1946 Commercial Course Ambition: Perfectionist Here the stubborn, the unyielding, silently, a bur- den bear. Till the sober brow of duty, Garlanded, shall beauty wear. Vice-President 1; Office Girl 4; Public Speaking 1, 3; One Act Play 4; Glee Club 1,2; Volleyball 3; Basket- ball 1,2,3; Cheering 1,2, 3,4, (Substitute 1,2; Cap- tain 4;) Commercial Club 2; Junior Prom Princess 3; Carnival Ball Queen 4 ELENA ANN NOYES Elena West Paris, Maine July 6, 1946 Commercial Course Ambition: Undecided It matters not what you are thought to be, but what you are. Junior Prom 3; Glee Club 2; Volleyball 3; Badminton 4 ROBERT W. PARKER Bob Lewiston, Maine January 1, 1945 Industrial Arts Course Ambition: Logger - Truck Driver Better to be right than to be wrong, for tomorrow you may be sorry. Transferred From Gould Academy Bethel, Maine. Volleyball 3; Cross Country 4; Junior Prom Attendant 3 LARRY GEORGE SMITH Smitty Lewiston, Maine July 27, 1945 Industrial Arts Course Ambition: Phys. Ed. Instructor Look you, I am most concerned in my own interests. Basketball 2,3,4; (Captain 4); Baseball 2, 3,4; Maga- zine Campaign 3; Class President lj Student Council 1; All-Star Basketball 2,3,4; Boy's State Delegate 3; Volleyball 3,4; (Captain 3); Cross Country 4; Junior Prom Attendant 3; Rifle Club 4 NOREEN B. SWAN Noreen Lewiston, Maine March 5, 1946 Commercial Course Ambition: College It is not the will of others but your will that makes you successful. ” Basketball 1,2, 3, 4; Softball 1,3,4; (Scorekeeper 3, 4); National Honor Society 2, 3,4; Cheering 2; (Substitute) Junior Prom Attendant 3; Glee Club 1, 2 Commercial Club 2; Volleyball 3; Public Speaking 1,2,3,4; Librarian 2,3; Office Girl 2,4 TOMMY SWEETSER Tom Gardiner, Maine February 10, 1945 Industrial Arts Course Ambition: Undecided It's not the drinking that is to be blamed, but the excess. Baseball 1,2,3,4; Junior Prom Prince 3; Vice-President Class 2; Treasurer 3; Magazine Campaign 1 CAROL TWITCHELL Cat Rumford, Maine April 27, 1946 College Course Ambition: California Tis a friendly heart that has plenty of friends. Transferred From Gould Academy Bethel, Maine. Basketball 4; Student Council 4; Eureka Staff 4 Please patronize our sponsors. Yardgoods Center Rumford, Maine Lee's Variety Store Locke Mills, Maine Mt. Abram Ski Slopes Locke Mills, Maine Norway Laundry, Inc. Norway, Maine Oxford Provisions Norway, Maine Trap Corner Garage West Paris, Maine Advertiser-Democrat Norway, Maine The Bethel Citizen Bethel, Maine P. H. Chadbourne Bethel, Maine L. M. Longley Son Norway, Maine Burnham and Morrill South Paris, Maine Earnest Angevine Bethel, Maine Everett Cole's Bryant Pond. Maine I. W. Andrews Son South Woodstock, Maine Dr. James T. Hudson Bethel, Maine Fred E. Hanscom, Lawyer Rumford, Maine Cummings Son Norway, Maine $3.00 CONTRIBUTORS B. E. Cole Company Norway, Maine Joe B. Farrow, Agent New York Life Insurance Bryant Pond, Maine Farrow's Manor, Skiers Bryant Pond, Maine Trap Corner Store West Paris, Maine Specialty Shop Bethel, Maine Dunn’s Market Bethel, Maine Bethel Spa Bethel, Maine Small’s Jewelry Norway, Maine Perham's Gems and Jewelry West Paris, Maine Dr. John Young Bethel, Maine Brown’s Variety Bethel, Maine Brooks Brothers, Inc. Bethel, Maine Bethel General Store Bethel, Maine E. S. Noyes, Barber Shop Bryant Pond, Maine Tyler's Garage Bryant Pond, Maine Bryant’s Market Bethel, Maine FRONT ROW: S. Brooks, J. Hamlin, J, Wardwell, D. Farrar, J. Wardwell, M. Swan, R. Harlow, T. Bachelder, L. Billings. SECOND ROW: L. Gaugler, K. Crockett, G. Crockett, E. Rainey, T. Morgan, P. Howe, C. York, P. Mackillop, J. Roberts, R. Fraser, D. Whitman, R. Cary. BACK ROW: C. Hopkins, R. Burnham, F. Swan, L. Coffin, W. Mason. Absent: M. Bailey, D. Belskis, F. Mills, D. Vail. FRONT ROW: P. Buker, E. Billings, L. Billings, C. Famum, P. Vail, J. Mills, S. Auger, C. Churchill, S. Felt. SECOND ROW: F. Martin, J. Johnson, C. Roberts, K. Porter, R. Parker, C. Bean, R. Cross, J. Poland, G. Day, A. Cash, P. Cary. BACK ROW: J. Mills, D. Rowland, G. Hopkins, R. Seames, N. Mackillop, P. Monk, J. Roberts, D. York, R. Vittum, S. Morgan, C. Huston. Absent: B. Bean, S. Morgan, L. Patten. FRONT ROW: S. Linsbeck, M. Auger, A. Gaugler, J. Emmons, R. Cushman, M. Swan, L. Redman, J. DesRoch, E. Crockett. SECOND ROW: F. Bean, B. Wing, N. Koskela, D. Morgan, C. Dunn, E. Seames, B. Mackillop, L. Coffin, E. Andrews, B. Huston, L. Brooks, M. Ring, T. Colby. BACK ROW: M. Boyce, D. Jackson, E. Hopkins. M. Twitchell, R. Tripp, S. Mclnnis, K. Swan, J. Emmons, K. Cummings, B. Thurlow, L. Robinson, D. Howe. Absent: F. Hart. FRONT ROW: A. Swan, L. Stearns, M. Porter, C. Emmons, P. Wing, C. Famum, I. Cox. BACK ROW: C. Morgan, D. Ryerson, C. York, J. Day, C. Ryerson, E. Rosenburg, A. Waterhouse, P. House, D. Poland, S. Patten. Absent: L. Davis, D. Kennison. FRONT ROW: P. Howe, L. Koskela, R. Burnham, B. Andrews, E. Cole, S. Poland, K. Keniston. SECOND ROW: C. Bachelder, M. Billings, R. Day, D. Coffin, K. Berryment, D. Foster, A. Silver, T. Redman, E. Kennison. BACK ROW: S. Noyes, O. Wilson, S. Thurlow. Absent: C. Patten. The End •Ki � mnti rW with SatL 4S3S School Calendar 1963-1964 September 3 School Opens 6 Class Elections Cross Country Events 20 Canton-Sabattus Here 24 GATB for Seniors at Rumford 26 Freshman Reception 27 Casco-Canton at Canton October 1 Porter-Canton at Porter 1 Seniors Pictures Were Taken 2 County Teachers Convention 3-4 State Teachers Convention 18 Potter-Porter at Potter 19 PSAT Test 22 Casco-Bridgeton at Casco 25 Cross County League Meet at Naples 25 Magazine Campaign Dance November 1 Halloween Dance Basketball Starts 15 Round Robin 26 Andover Here 28-29 Thanksgiving Recess 29 Potter There December 3 West Paris Here 6 Casco Here 10 Canton Here 11 Sabattus Here 17 Andover There 19 One Act Play and Band Con- cert 20 Christmas Party 20 Christmas Vacation January 3 Oxford There 10 Potter Here 17 Sabattus There 21 Canton There 24 Casco There 31 West Paris There February 4 Porter There 5 Seniors Interview W ith GATB 7 Oxford Here 14 Winter Recess 28 Carnival Events and Ball March 4 Public Speaking and Band 5-6 Concert Book Fair 6 All Star Game at Casco 10 National Merit Test 10 League Speaking Contest 12 Girls at West Paris League Speaking Contest 24 Boys at Casco Math Fair 27 Science Fair April 10 Spring Recess May 31 Baseball Starts Baccalaureate June 1 Mystery Ride 2 Classnite 4 Graduation 5 Banquet and Ball Eureka Staff FRONT ROW: D. Farrar, Assistant Editor; A. Cross, Editor; N. Swan, Photographer; C. Twitchell, Athletic Editor. BACK ROW: Mr. Bean, Adviser; G. Farrow, Literary Editor; E. Dunham, Alumni Editor; D. Whitman, Business Manager. Student Council FRONT ROW: L. Billings, Secretary-Treasurer; A. Cross, President; C. York, Vice-President. BACK ROW: P. Howe, C. Morgan, D. Farrar, R. Seames, C. Twitchell, M. Twitchell, E. Andrews. National Honor Society FRONT ROW: G. Farrow, a. Cross, N. Swan, B. Emmons. BACK ROW; J. Wardwell, D. Farrar, C. York, E. Dunham, P. Mackillop, J. Wardwell, S. Brooks. Office Girls FRONT ROW: S. Felt, N. Swan, L. Billings. BACK ROW: E. Andrews, G. Farrow, J. Linsbeck, Mr. Hall. Absent: F. Mills. Band FRONT ROW: P. Howe, B. Andrews, A. Cross, S. Felt, J. Wardwell, S. Brooks, L. Koskela. BACK ROW: R. Day, M. Ring, D. Farrar, R. Cross, E. Andrews, C. Howe, E. Dunham, E. Rosen- burg, J. Wardwell, P. House, Mr. Hutchins. Rifle Club Officers FRONT ROW: S. Morgan, Treasurer; T. Bachelder, Secretary. BACK ROW: W. Farrinton, Vice-President; F. Swan, President; A. Rainey, Junior Instructor. KNEELING: A. Cross (Captain), D. Farrar, J. Poland, E. Seames, R. Cary, J. Hamlin. STANDING: L. Redman, L. Billings, C. Twitchell, C. Dunn, B. Mackillop, S. Morgan, N. Swan, G. Farrow, D. Morgan, B. Wing, M. Swan (Manager). Absent: Coach McCann. Girl's Basketball GAME SCORES Andover------------------------------- 19 Potter -------------------------- 29 W oodstock - - 23 Woodstock — - 15 Woodstock--------------------------- 38 W oodstock - — --- -------------------15 Woodstock -- - 28 Woodstock -- - 24 Woodstock-----------------------------18 W oodstock------------------------ --25 W oodstock - - 47 W oodstock - -------------------------36 Woodstock J.V.’s-------------------- 67 Woodstock--------------------------- 21 Woodstock - - — -- - 22 Woodstock-----------------------------29 Woodstock -- - - -- --- -- -- -------- W oodstock - ----------------------- 37 West Paris--------------------------- 44 Casco - - — — 35 Canton - -- -- -- — - -- -- -- --34 Sabattus------------------------- --17 Andover------------------------------ 19 Oxford----------------- — - - —------26 Potter----------------------------- 48 Alumni----------------------------- 34 Oxford Hills J.V.’s....................46 Sabattus - - 15 Canton ------------------------- -----31 West Paris - -------------------- — 35 Porter Protested Oxford - -- — -------------- -31 All the girls on the basketball team wish to thank Mr. McCann for the time he has given us this year, we appreciate it very much. Manager, Marie Swan Sports Editor, Carol Twitchell KNEELING: W. Mason, (Manager): L. Smith; Mr. Bean, (Coach) STANDING: G. Gerrish, R. Seames, C. Hopkins, F. Swan, J. Keen, R. Benson, C. York, D. Whitman. Boy's Basketball GAME SCORES Woodstock - - 60 Woodstock - — ---------------- 55 Woodstock- -- - 55 Woodstock - - 4i Woodstock - - - 66 Woodstock - - - 60 Woodstock - -- -- -- -- -- -- - 61 Woodstock - - - 56 Woodstock - - - 80 Woodstock - -- -- — — - - - — 42 Woodstock - ---------------51 Woodstock - - -- -- -- -- -- -- 70 Woodstock------------------------ 28 Woodstock - - -- -- -- -- -- -- 56 Woodstock - -- -- -- -- -- -- - 51 Woodstock - - -- -- -- -- -- -- 77 Andover ------------------------- 38 Potter - ------------------------ sg West Paris - -- -- -- -- -- -- - 59 Casco - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - 77 Canton - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -54 Sabattus--------------------------- 50 Andover------------------------ 60 Oxford -- - 80 Potter - - 61 Alumni --- - — - 30 Sabattus - - g-7 Canton -- - ----89 Casco — “ — - — ----------------- 70 West Paris - - - - 82 Porter - - 66 Oxford - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -66 co-opera For the preceding year all the boys who played basketball wish to thank Mr. Bean for his tion and time. Manager, Wayne Mason Sports Editor, Carol Twitchell Cheerleaders A. Gaugler, J. Linsbeck, E. Andrews The Cheerleaders of 1964 were chosen by Mrs. Jacobs. We would like to take this opportunity to thank her and Belinda Emmons for contributing ideas and time for the making of new uniforms. The substitutes are Rose Cushman and Mavis Swan. Joni Linsbeck (Captain) Cross Country FRONT ROW: L. Smith; W. Mason; T. Colby; A. Hebert; L. Patten. BACK ROW: Coach Mr. Bean; D. Belskis; C. York; R. Benson. This is our boys' first try at cross country in the South Western Small School Conference. As a re- sult of the season we received the championship team of the league. Carnival Queen Candidates FRONT ROW: J. Linsbeck; S. Morgan. BACK ROW: J. Hamlin; S. Linsbeck. This page sponsored by CENTRAL MAIN POWER COMPANY Norway, Maine and SOUTH PARIS SAVINGS BANK South Paris, Maine Best Dancers Most Likely to Succeed Prettiest - Handsomest Most Ambitious Quietest Favorite Couple Best Figure and Physique Best Dressed Laziest MEMORIES w. F. C. A. J. c. Woodstock High School Autographs MY WORLD People have their own special little worlds that they love and in these worlds they lose themselves and escape the sometimes boring and angry world which they are ac- customed to. I, like everyone else, have my own little world and here I sit and think of the future and of the past. My world is simple; it consists of one large tree to lay my back against, a beaver pond and nature itself. I'm going to give you a sample of my world and a small sample it is. Maybe your world is something like mine and may- be altogether different, but either way we know deep inside, they are all the same to each of us. In my world, the best time to enjoy it is just as the sun sets in the west. Leaning against a large tree, there is below me a large pond held back by a beaver dam. And here I sit and watch. Mayflies and other small insects are the first to start my world revolving as they dance and flutter upon the water. Then a small trout breaks the water feeding on the insects. Soon there are other trout, large and small, breaking the still- ness of the pond’s reflection into ripples which shimmer and die in the lost rays of the western sun. A heron glides above me to land at the edge of the pond. Here he waits, as stiff as a statue, staring into the water. Suddenly his head darts quickly down and in his long sharp beak he holds a squirming frog. Then rising with a great flap of his giant wings, he is off to his nest with the frog as food for his young. The quiet is broken by the croak of a bull frog and soon others join in. Then the crickets and tree frogs start their steady peeping, adding to the chorus of the bull frogs to make nature's crude but lovely orchestra. Two meadow hens, in the swamp which borders the pond, start their calling. To hear their loud Kerplump Kerplump, it would seem that someone were driving a stake with a hammer. And they are some- times called just that, Stakedrivers. The sound of a twig's snapping brings my attention to a mother raccoon and her three young ones, making their roly poly way to the foot of the dam. Here they turn over rocks and begin to have their supper of grubs and crawdads, that lie beneath the rocks. Suddenly mother coon sniffs the air and with a snarl heads for the nearest tree with the little ones close behind. Something must have frightened her, and sure enough, crossing the dam is a large mink who pokes his nose here and there and then, after satisfying his curiosity, he scurries on his way downstream. Seeing that the danger is gone, mother coon and her young make haste to resume their supper and then for des- sert they move off into the high marshgrass in search of tasty crickets and grasshoppers. The frogs quiet down and everything is still except for the crickets. Then emerging from the woods, some 25 feet down from the dam, a large buck wades into the pond. Here he stays for a minute or so and then after quenching his thirst he bounds out of sight back into the woods. Darkness is almost upon my world and with it comes the loud slap of a tail on water. as two beavers swim to the dam and begin their industrious work. Day is done and night has fallen, and as the moon makes its journey over the mountains, it means the end of my world. But I know as soon as day must come my world will be there again to enjoy over and over and to love, for I know here I will be at peace with the world. Douglas Vail THE LAST SURVIVOR The animal forced Its raw and bleeding body forward. The tracks he left behind were specked with dark red blood. He seemed not to feel the pain but moved as a mechanical device, forward. He seemed dumb to the fact that he was very alone. Then his mind pictured familiar but dim highlights of his past life. His loved ones and his home blurred but very real. He faintly noticed that there was no more scenery to view and wonder at. He tumbled to the earth but was not stopped. He crawled on his hands and knees, which were like raw hamburger. He fell face down and murmured, I am the last jurvivor of the - His lips closed and his body became limp, but his mind read on Atom Bomb. Rayann Burnham NOVEMBER 22, 1963 We will always remember that day. We will remember the radio and the announce- ment - The President of the United States is dead. We will all remember the horrified, shocked faces of the friends we've known so long, the faces streaked with tears, the words No-lt's not true, and the people too stunned even to move. And so the people of our nation shall always remember, love and respect our leader; and mourn our loss of a great and beloved President. We shall all note and long remem- ber him as a great man of the world. He strengthened our armed services; he let our nation well. He shall always be acknowledged in our hearts as a fine and noble man; the father of our nation from 1961 until that fatal day of November 22, 1963. His name - John Fitzgerald Kennedy - late President of our United States. Jean Ward we 11 ASHES TO ASHES If I were dead And my body in ashes, Would people use me on ice Or use me as fertilizer instead? I wouldn't care much, I guess. Jim Roberts Some see God in the sunshine I see him in the rain. To some he's there in gladness But he comes to me in pain. Surely a rose his beauty reflects. But what about the thorn? Did he not make it in his love Before the rose was bom? Diane Farrar DEATH WALKS THE NIGHT Mark Benton, young deputy sheriff of Lawson county, Utah, straightened up suddenly. What was that noise? There it was again. Whooo! Whooo! Only an owl. He laid down, thinking back to July ninth, only two weeks before. That day he had accepted the challenge of finding and destroy- ing the killer panther. It would mean literally setting himself up as bait. Now he had to sleep in the open, in old barns, fields and sheds, anywhere where the panther might find him. Longing to hear a voice he said, Well, I'd better try to get some sleep. Again he was awakened from a not so sound sleep. A rustling in the hayloft above put him on his guard. Slowly he reached for his pistol as the glaring emerald green eyes bored through him. Mark was about ready to fire when suddenly the panther jumped! A shot rang out! A scream! The pan- ther - escaped. Mark lay there in a daze. His right shoulder had been badly tom and the blood was running - fast. All he could think about was getting to a doctor. But there wasn't a doctor for three miles. Slowly and painfully he got to his feet. The blood had become thick and sticky. He knew the panther would probably be back looking for him. And with a trail of blood he wouldn't stand a chance. He gathered up his bullets and his gun and started walking. If only they weren’t so heavy. There was a forest ahead. It would be at least two hours before he would be out of it. The dead branches tore at his clothing and face. Wild blackberry bushes whipped and cut his legs. Would he ever get out alive? Mark was approaching a brook. Oh, for a cool drink of water! Thirsty he fell on his knees. He tore off his shirt and bathed the mutilated shoulder. Carefully he felt it. It might have to be ampu- tated. Wait! What was that noise? A twig snapping? The panther was on his trail. He yanked the gun from the holster and ran on. Branches were flying at his face. He wasn't making much head- way. The heavy bullets were holding him back. He threw them away keeping only a handful which he stuffed into his pocket. He could hear the panther stalking him. Momentarily his mind went blank. Then he shot one, two, five times! He hastily loaded in another bullet. The panther was in front of him. He dropped the gun. The panther sprang. He was on the ground, a heavy body struggling with him, crushing him, tearing him. But now all was silent. Mark! Mark! Mark boy, are you all right? It was the sheriff. He couldn't answer, he was too badly hurt. But he was glad, the panther was - dead. by Laska Coffin RIGHT IN YOUR OWN BACKYARD The majority of people travel great distances from their homes to see the beauty of their country, but there are many who have discovered the beauty of their own backyard as I have. One early sum- mer day I decided to take a short walk and much to my surprise I found it to be a most relaxing day. Upon entering the woods I came across the small brook which passes under the road a short distance from where I live. Following the brook upstream I discovered it was much more beautiful than it ap- peared from the road. It became smaller as I traveled onward and here and there it disappeared un- der the ground. It twisted and swirled in and out among the tree roots and further on it turned into dripping moss clinging to huge flat rocks. I departed from my shoes and walked barefoot on the damp green velvet of the rocks until I came to a shallow pool where the water had washed a dish-like hol- low in the rock. There I spent the afternoon wondering how long this beauty had been trickling down the mountain and how many others had found and appreciated it for what it really was, instead of just another brook. If you haven't tried it I suggest that you should take a look at your own backyard. Many times peo- ple cover miles of highway only to find the same thing that lies at their doorstep. Kenny Crockett THE LONELY PINE The lofty pine stood proud and high, Its weathered limbs reaching for the sky. Down below in the valley deep A fire left alone began to creep Toward the lofty pine and its mountain steep. At first the fire fell and woke And lifted its fingers of curly black smoke. It fed on the dry leaves with its yellow teeth And darkened the forest floor beneath. It licked and touched a small fir tree That burst into flame - and the fire was free. Once in the trees the wind bore it high Higher and higher into the sky. It moved with swiftness, a yellow wreath And caught the creatures of the woods beneath. It grew and grew, sending sparks ahead. In this way it moved with swiftness and dread And finally it reached the towering tree That stood proud and high for all to see. With its licking teeth it grasped the great pine And with those teeth began to dine. Above in the sky a rumble began And clouds came together as one big clan. And with the thunder there came the rain And the fire looked on with hate and disdain. • The rain came down as ii heaven had cried And the fire sputtered, lifted, and died. Far up on a blackened mountain W ith its limbs reaching high Stands a lonely pine tree, waiting to die. Douglas Vail HIDDEN BEAUTY The world might have died when the snows came, but Nature's beauty has come alive. Ugly mounds of human geometry are now only graceful lines of wonder. An artistic pile of white, softly blending with the surrounding winter scene is all that be- trays its unwanted presence. Neither have the animals gone. Multitudes of delicate tracks in the white snow lead to deftly hidden cities of rodents. No longer are their tunnels and openings drab but draped in brilliance. No longer is the world dirty, burnt, dejected and forlorn. All is purity. There is a lesson in this - the world’s salvation. Clifford York Love is dreamed of by many, Love is wanted by all; Those who are young and impatient Stand listening for its call. Anonymous THINGS ARE DIFFERENT Ken, Ken Rolf! exclaimed a voice behind me. Turning about I saw a man dressed in the blue uniform of the Fifth Union Cavalry. Ned Sanders! Why, you old reprobate. I haven't seen you since you rode off to Ander's cavalry in '61. That was almost two years ago. By the way, I supposed you're beating those dirty rebels every time you meet them. No, we're not. You know something, Ken, I’ve a different idea about the rebels since one time on the battlefield. I met a young boy there, Ken. He'd been hit by a musket ball and I've never seen a more polite young man anywhere. I'd be proud to have a son like him. He’d be a credit to any man I know. Is that right, Ned? I’d never thought of them being anything but bitter, self-center- ed men; men who were almost fanatical about discipline. But then, I don’t suppose you can believe everything you hear. Well, it’s been nice seeing you again. Come over if you get the chance. ” Okay, Ken. I’d like that. Raymond Seames NOVEMBER It’s that bleak, stark, grotesque time of year when autumn bridges winter. Long cold nights follow brief gray days. Even bright sunshine serves only to reveal the barrenness of nature. My mood reflects the somber landscape. For days I became a dull, petty, mechani- cal creature that I'm not at any other time of year. I am alone, separated from God. Only when autumn brown gives way to winter white will I live again. Diane Farrar MESSAGE TO FRESHMEN As we approach graduation, we can think back and see the mistakes, the accomplish- ments, and the good times of the past four years at Woodstock High School. Being older, and theoretically more mature, we have presumably learned from our experiences. The extent of this learning will be seen in the future. The essence of a successful four years in high school is to recognize your opportuni- ties and make use of them. If at all possible, take part in at least one extra activity at school. This will expand your views on people and subjects and also serve as relaxation from studies. Make good use of your time. Divide it proportionately between leisure, studies, and work, according to the amount and importance of each. However, do not be too serious- minded all the time. Youth is a time for joy and laughter, as well as learning. Above all, be co-operative. Co-operation among classmates is the only way to have a successfully working class. A class divided is inoperable. Have a mind of your own, but do not go to the extent of insisting on your view even after it has been proven in- adequate. Have a rewarding time and make the best of the many advantages offered you in high school. SIR LANCELOT AN’ ME” As the dude ranchers set around on the corral fence, I couldn't help but see the fond gazes they threw at the young black colt. He was a steppin' around just as tho he owned the show. Isn’t that a beautiful horse, Jim, ” I heard the Johnson girl say. Why our Tommy would simply love him. That's Sir Lancelot, Ma’am, and he ain't for sale, I heard myself saying. Might purty little thing, I continued, and soon found myself telling all about Sir Lancelot and me. I was riding herd on the cattle a coupl'a months ago, when I heard the cry of a moun- tain lion. Yep, they visit these regions quite often,” I added as I saw Jim glance about the hills. I rode over to where I spected the roar was coming from, and shore nuf there she was wrapped around the neck of the prettiest filly you ever saw. It took four slugs to fall that dad-burned critter, and I thought that was the end of it. ”Yep, I said as I saw Mrs. Johnson glancing at the colt. Outa the bushes bounced this little critter, black as night. Jim pulled out his pipe, lit it and was about to go, when I realized I had to finish my story. Now it was aday's ride back here, and the poor critter weren't more 'an a coupl'a days old so I boarded him on with me an we headed for home. I pulled out a lump of sugar as I noticed Sir Lancelot heading towards me. He ate it in one gulp an was nudg- ing for more. Tommy would sure like him. How much Ben, Ten, Fifteen hundred? Bout then I sure was steaming. Sir Lancelot here, ain't for sale Jim, Could you sell your friend, specially one who'd saved your life? Then I remembered 1 hadn't finished my story. Dad-blamed you sit tight till I finish now. An you, you little demon, go out an get your exercise, I twisted so I was looking square at Jim. Yep, the little feller saved my life. We were cornin’ across Devil’s Ridge, and my horse slipped. Sir Lancelot fell off and my shirt was caught in his hoof, and I'll be hanged but we fell off just as my horse went over. Yep, I set there in a dumb daze. I said to the little feller, 'You're some knight, ain't ya,' and, pop. Sir Lancelot, was dubbed. I saw Mrs. Johnson judge Jim’s shoulder. So you see he ain't for sale, no ma’am. From now on it's just Sir Lancelot an' me. . .” Louise Billings WINTER IS A WONDERLAND I think winter is a beautiful season. Did you ever encounter a more peaceful scene than a small white church on a winter night, snow softly drifting down about it, and the beautiful strains of an organ and a choir coming from within? To me, no other season provides quite such an atmosphere. The first snow is waited for impatiently by little children, who seem so jolly and rosy after being out in the cold, crisp air making snowmen. They look like little butterballs in their snowsuits, brightly-colored scarves, and shiny boots. These little children are usually accompanied by a playful puppy. The hills and mountains, covered with snow, provide for skiing, sliding and toboggan- ing. These sports really wake a person up and start one's blood circulating. The excite- ment and thrill of whipping down a snow-covered slope can’t be equaled. A ski resort is a very picturesque place; the white landscape provides an excellent background for the handsome sweaters, slacks, and parkas of the sport enthusiasts. With the coming of winter the lakes and ponds freeze over giving the opportunity to ice fish and skate. I rarely feel happier than when I’m on a pair of skates gliding over a pond on a crystal clear day. I can seem to forget my troubles and really enjoy my- self. Another thing that is fun in winter is to take a pair of snowshoes and go for a walk in the woods. The snow bedecked evergreens are more beautiful than any Christmas tree ever decorated by man. Each snow covered rock and stump resembles a castle, perhaps protecting some little animal. The snow is covered with tracks of every description, which tell exciting tales of the lives of the inhabitants of the great forests. One last thing I like about winter is its tendency to draw family, friends, and neigh- bors closer together. A home seems to have a more friendly, inviting look, socks and leggings are hung by the stove, the work of a loving mother; the dog sleeps peacefully on the rug. Food seems to be appreciated more, for it is at times difficult to get to a store. This is the season to enjoy a warm, cozy fireside, toast marshmallows, and drink hot chocolate. A few friends drop in and the simplest activities can turn into a party. Winter provides many opportunities to help one’s neighbors - perhaps the man next door can't get his car started, or the lady down the street needs to be shoveled out. Who feels happier than when helping a neighbor, knowing he would receive the same help were circumstances reversed? Jane Wardwell LIFE AS A FLOOR I wonder how many times I've been walked on. I've been a floor ever since I left the saw mill. Mr. Albert Warren took me to his house to be his floor. Jane, Mrs. Warren, really didn't like me, so she covered me with a very ugly varnish. It's a floor’s dream not to be varnished. I was very mad when she came in and dumped that stuff all over my beautiful body. There I was all covered with make-up; my father always objected to make-up on any of us kids or even Mom. He has it real good, he's a pine-paneled wall - no varnish for him, just a little oil and he was all set. But with poor Mom it is terri- ble; she is under a vinyl inlaid linoleum. I don’t see her very much anymore. She still manages to communicate with me and Daddy, but I don't think that it will ever be the same. Well, as I started to tell you, Mrs. Warren didn't like me so she covered me with varnish. This was when I was first made into a floor. It made me mad when I saw her moving in a heavy sofa and three chairs, and that monster called TELEVISION! She put them all over me the sofa in the middle, one chair on either side of the sofa, and the other across the room. The Monster sat right in front of the sofa. Every night old Warren would stomp all over me either trying to find the paper or to turn on the televi- sion. Then came that horrible day when in came Jane with a big pail and a mop. She did it - she washed me. I guess I felt better but I sure did look a little pale. Because of that day, I caught cold. I don't worry 'cause the whole family has always depended on Vicks. Francis Mills ESCAPE The night was warm but Hans shivered as he stepped out into the street. This was Friday, the night he had decided on to make his break for freedom. Hans started down the street, then he paused and looked back at the house he had just left. He would miss that house where he had grown up, but there was nothing to hold him now that his parents were dead and his sister had moved miles away. Keeping in the shadows, Hans walked quietly away. It was after curfew and he had three blocks to walk, the minutes ticked by and he grew more and more tense. He was nearing the Wall now; he would have to be especially careful. Ahead loomed a clump of bushes and beyond that he could dimly see a brick barricade. These were the crucial moments. He stepped behind a pile of rubble and listened in- tently. Soon the even tread of a guard could be heard. He tried to make himself small and waited nervously as the sound came nearer and nearer and then faded away. Quick as a flash, Hans darted out from behind the rubble, across the lighted path and dove into the bushes near the Wall. He had barely time enough to conceal himself when the guard was back. Hans dared not breathe as the soldier glanced right into the bushes but then passed on. With a speed that surprised himself, Hans wriggled through the barbed wire and reach- ed for the top of the barricade. He grasped a stake and pulled himself to the top. But there was not time to rest. The guard was returning I Desperately Hans wrenched at the last remaining strands of barbed wire. With bleed- ing hands he squeezed through and dropped to the ground with a thud. Halt, the guard's voice rang out and a burst of gunfire followed. Beyond the wall there was the hum of voices and a bustle of activity. They're looking for me, thought Hans as he lay where he had collapsed. Then he smiled. At last he could smile; at last he was free. Franz Martin DADDY’S FIRST BOY Why, oh why did I have to be Daddy's first boy? From the moment I was bom I had it cut out for me. Daddy had to take me everywhere he went. First it was to the base- ball games in the summer with the hot sun beating down on my poor bald head. Now it’s going to be a basketball game. It all started that night when Daddy came home from work. The minute he came into the house he picked me up and began to hug and kiss me, and I'm supposed to be a boyl Then he explained, Guess what, son, we're going to a basketball game tonight. After supper we got all dressed up; got into the car and went to the gym. The mo- ment we went into the gym I knew it was going to be just awful. A group of girls came running over and began to kiss, hug, and tickle me. When we finally got out of that mess and sat down on those hard, cold steps with the people in back of us sticking their feet in our back, I began to feel sick! Then came six pretty girls all dressed alike. They went out to the huge, empty floor and began to jump up and down and scream, the most blood-curdling scream I had ever heard; even worse than the Indians on T.V. Then came some boys and the girls screamed again. The boys ran up and down this huge floor with a ball in their hands and they tried to get it in a small hoop with a net on the end. Every time they got it in everyone screamed again. Then these men in pajamas blew their whistles and everyone stopped. After that a buzzer rang and everyone sat down (except those nutty girls). They began to dance around and scream again. After this buzzer rang again the boys went out. They began to play with that ball again. All this time my father was using some pretty bad language, which I won't mention. Then that buzzer rang and everybody began to scream and jump up and down. Daddy picked me up to take me home. He began to talk to me about the cheating guys in the pajamas. Of course I didn't understand, but you know how fathers are. When we got home Daddy put me in my crib and began to tell Mom about those guys in the pajamas. 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