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

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Smoky by Will James Smoky is the story of a wild pony, who had lived out on the vast plains most of his life. He had his first glimpse of a human.when he was one year old. He was brought beck to the Rocking R Ranch where he was branded, and it was there ' that he met the.only human he ever trusted. This man ' s name was Clint and he immediately came to like Smoky for his beauty and in¬ telligence. Clint v as a bronc buster and it took all his ingenuity and cleverness to tame Smoky down. However, he finally accomplished this and Smoky and Clint became as close as a horse and human could be. Smoky and Clint rode together five springs, herding steers for the Rocking R . One winter when he was turned out to graze as best he could, a half-breed from across the border caught him and brought him south. The thief knew Smoky was valuable because of his ability to learn quickly, and he intended to sell Smoky for a large amount of money. He treated Smoky roughly, and finally when the pony could stand it no longer, he sprung at the man and pawed him to death. The breed had changed Smoky ' s brand and when Smoky was found on the range no one knew him. V , Smoky began to hate all men and had the name of Cougar given him. He was shipped from rodeo to rodeo where no man could stay on his back. Finally his spirit broke and, as he no longer hated men, he was no longer valuable as a bucking bronc, He was turned out to his old range and one day he came to a cabin in the hills. Something was familiar about the cabin, and suddenly the. door opened. It was Clint! They had not seen each other for eight years. Smoky and Clint were reunited and both were happy. —June Hatch Dithers and Jitters by Cornelia Otis Skinner Cornelia Skinner, in Dithers and Jitters, has related many amusing events in her life. In the first chapter, if you may call it a. chapter, she explains her reason for writing the book and gives a preview of what is to follow. There are many ingenious illustrations throughout the volume, drawn by the brilliant artist, Alajalov. • . v. t Directly following the title chapter, is another named Business Party,!• which tells briefly and humorously the story of an average New York woman whose husband is a wealthy business man. It shows how a wife feels when her husband breaks the news to her . that they must dine with the eminent Mr. and Mrs. So-and-So in order to put over a big deal. From there it goes on to describe the night’s events. .

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Following this are more familiar anecdotes, namely, Yoga Attempted, which tell3 of Corneliat 3 experiments with Yoga; Pear le Sport, which criticises English women’s sport clothes; It’s a Wise Parent,” which relates Cornelia’s amusing experiences with children’s parties; Floral Piece, a story which, I’m sure, all.will recognize to be sad, but true; Party on Olympus, ridi¬ culing the commercials heard on all radio programs; and many others equally entertaining. The way in which Cornelia Skinner rambles on, from one topic to another, all of whic h are familiar to the reader; the way in which she expresses herself in clear, simple, understandable language, will capture your interest in the beginning and hold it throughout the book. —Evelyn Bowles MY FRIEND FLICKA by Mary O’Hara My Friend Flicka” is a story about a boy named Ken, who wanted a horse of his own. His father would not give him one because the boy seemed too shiftless and irresponsible to own and care for one. Finally, due to his mother’s persuasion, Ken’s father gave him a week in which he could choose a horse. Kennie had his heart set on a yearling filly, who was a sorrel with cream mane and tail, but his choice discouraged and angered his father. The colt was nc ' good. She came from the worst line of horses he had. Ken would not change his mind, and wa3 again in disagreement with his father. The horse had to be caught and trained. Gus, the cowhand; Rob, the father; and Ken went out on the saddle-back range the following day to round up the band of horses with whom the filly was running. The first time they got her into the fenced-in corral, she made a graceful leap, but did not quite clear the barrier. There she hung, half over the fence until, with a triumphant neigh, she was over, and off to the hill again. The second time she was not so successful, and fell back, twisting and turning, all tangled up in the treacherous barb-wire that was on the top of the fence. The barb-wire wounds made Flicka’s legs swell up and Rob thought that she wasn’t going to live, Ken’s mother helped him fix poultices to put on the swellings. After this, it seemed as if Flicka wore going to get well again, but she didn’t. Even though she ate her oats, she began to waste away until she was nothing but skin and bones. Sickness had, at last, cowed the wild little filly. Rob told Gtas to shoot her some time when Ken wasn’t around. The boy learned of the proceedings, and, late that night, when everyone else was in bed, the lad dressed and ran down to the field, calling the horse as he went. . '