Marlborough High School - Marlborough High Yearbook (Marlborough, MA)

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My Aunt 3essic loves to help people She is a generous and well-meaning person, 30 it is not her fault if her ventures don’t turn out as expected. It wasn ! t her fault, when she prepared a wonderful Christmas basket with a turkey roasted to a turn, that a dog got the turkey before she got to the poor family for whom the basket was designated. She can’t be blamed, either, for the accidents that happened when she offered to take care of a neighbor’s babies while the neighbor went to Boston for the day. Poor Aunt 3essie had never had any experience in cases like this. The woman came home to find the babies crying, their blankets on the floor, and the milk on the stove boiling over, while Aunt Bessie read a book about The Care and Feeding of Babies. 3ut, not a bit discouraged by these and other misfortunes. Aunt Bessie decided to offer her services to the Red Cross After: a few lessons in first-aid in which she tied herself up in bandages and couldn’t free herself, the instructor of the course thought that she would be more help if she took up something she could do easily. • Knitting, for instance, was her suggestion. Anybody can knit, even you,” she added, the last part in an undertone. Aunt. Bessie was relieved to drop the course. I can’t stand the sight of blood, anyway, she said. ”3ut, don’t think that will stop me from helping out in some other way. I do believe that I will start knitting. Any boy in the Army would appreciate a nice, warm, comfortable sweater. Yes, yes. I’ll start right away.” 1 She was right—any boy would appreciate a sweater, or at least a reasonable facsimile of one. But Aunt Bessie’s sWoater--well, you can guess how It turned out. First she bought the yarn. Then came the question of the size of the needles and the hunt for the right si2e Now the needles, the yarn, and the directions were all ready, so she sat down with the ball at her feet, and the needles in her hand, but, ”0h dear, I’ve forgotten how to ' cast on, She put the needles- in her pocketbook and went down street to the store where she had bought them. She walked up to the sales¬ lady and asked, Pardon me, but would you please show me how to cast on stitches? Of course I knew, but with so many things on my mind, I ? ve just forgotten. You understand, don’t you?” • The demonstration was completed and Aunt Bessie understood it, or thought she did until she got homo. Looping the stitches on in one way or another, Nobody will notice this one row, she thought; then she started to knit. At least she could do that much--plain knitting. But naturally she ran into difficulties--purling, slippiig stitches, otc. After a few more visits to the department storo,