Colebrook Academy - Clipper Yearbook (Colebrook, NH)

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he turned'and waited while she came laboriously ' 1 ya. Y n f-- ri i. TEX Q 532' 'xisfy A , -f as x E E 'fm L -,,4- N as-Q PAIN! Pedro came up the riverbank, carefully hugging the basket to his great chest and feeling the way with his not yet dawn. His dark face had worried eyes were set in deep hollows of fatigue All of this night Pedro and his wife init it was not until the morning star had come Grande that she had told him what they must Pepita Rio As he climbed, he shook his head and wished big feet, in light that was lines creased in it, and his and hunger. lain awake talks had blazing up out of the do. that his faith were as strong as hers. His heart was heavy. At the top of the riverbank up behind. His frown troubled her. They had eaten no breakfast. ' She leaned over the basket in his arms and gently raised a black goatefleece covering. She did not speak. Pedro looked down. The baby still'slept. He lifted a pleading gaze from the brown face, so small and dear, and quietly whispering, he said, HPepita, one more day if we wait--H She scowled him into silence, but he heard her say, nYou go, Pedro.n She was crying: NYou go now.n - Feeling heavy and tired and saying to himself, HI know we cannot wait for any more tomorrows when now there is no food,n he obeyed and moved on. With the basket hugged against him, he shuffled through crooked streets toward the church. He knew how sheltered and well fed the baby would be there. Stoutly he tried to believe that this was better than anything else. Here was the side of the church now, and ahead the gate under the high arch of brick fencing. The niche--Pedro halted. His mouth gaped A basket was already in the niche! And then, before his wits were' half gathered, he heard the sound that never failed in its effect upon hir--a baby making happy noises. Hot his baby.w His still slept. -7- l

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FACULTY 'l91L2-1943 Albert P. Knightly, B. S. Ed. M., Bates Superintendent Jillian B. Hounsell, B. S., M. A., Univ. of New Hampshire Headmaster Mathematics and Sciences Russell F. Holt, A. B., Pacific Union College Language and History Eva M. Avery, B. Ed., Plymouth Teachers' College Commerce Charles E. Anderson, B. S., University of New Hampshire Agriculture Pearle H. Grant, A. B., Colby English Elsie G. Brown, B. S., Middlebury College .Home Economics Pauline Currier, Oberlin College 4 Music Nellie E. Stone, R. N., Morrison Hospital, School Nurse Whitefield, N. H. 16-

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, .L EE. Y' fc f K . Q ' mf X ! I xiii, 1H.2Q 5 E E 2 ,M ! . l f A-Q ' 'ff law, 3' ffiw - 1 do NH Im l - X 5--', 'QQSQJ .i.?l .L lj- I I Ml DO' .f-ss. He bent to his knees, put down his own basket, and looked into the other. Bright brown eyes looked up smiling. A boy! It was not until he had crossed the Plaza and was headed toward some that his senses cleared. What had he done? 1 Pepita was speechless, but she was not angry as he had feared ,he would be. She only stood and gazed at the basket's two babies. :he bent and, cradling both bundles in her arms, she lifted them up. ?edro took a step. ' nPepitaLn On the basket's pad lay paper money--more pesos than he had ever seen at one time in all his life. His face sagged, but not Pep1ta's. She faced him. nWe prayed and money has been given.n She shook her head but smiled. nYbu--so little faith you hadln Nathalie Whltehill '43 A Intentional WINTER SCENE The snow is falling to the ground Hbw beautiful it is to mel I sit and try to hear the sound Of snowflakes falling on each tree. The icy glen, the frozen lake Is rich with glass. They are to me A lovely scene, a picture make. How winter's glory crowns each tree! Ruth Rosi 144 -g-