Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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THE SASSAMOX PAGE THIRTEEN ing shivering in a doorway. Hungry? asked Tim, stopping to look at his companion. You bet, replied the boys. Tim re- flected on his own real good fortune. He could get biscuits, cold beans, and per- haps a doughnut for them all. Tell you what, fellers, he said, mag- nificently, I was just goin ' to order my bill of fare. I ' ll increase my order a lit- tle, have a party and invite you two. As it ' s rather suddint, we won ' t none of as bother ' bout partycloes. ' Greeable? Reckon we air, was the quick reply. Tim made a dive for the bakery and bought his supper. They then turned their foot- steps towards Tim ' s humble lodging, which was an unused flag house. The boys then introduced themselves as Red Top and Speckled Face. They spread their supper on an old box, Tim himself eating only a small biscuit and half a doughnut. Guess I won ' t indulge in beans tonight, he had said. Tim kept his visitors over night. He gave them his straw and blanket, while he lay beside the half-closed doors as there was not room elsewhere. Tim had often crept into a church on a cold night and he had heard about One whom you should pray to. I wonder if Jesus ' d listen to a poor hunchy like me? And clasping his stiff, little hands, Tim knelt and made his first prayer: Dear Lord, I don ' t know who you are nor where you live, but I wish you ' d take me to your home, for I ' m so tired, and hungry, and cold. And I ' ll do everything I can if you ' ll tell me how. Won ' t you please take me? Amen. Then Tim lay down, but somehow he did not mind, the cold. I wonder when He ' ll take me and how I ' ll get there, he thought, dreamily. When the two boys awoke they shook Tim, but his eyes did not open. Red Top, putting his hand on Tim ' s face, startad back in terror. He ' s cold, like mother was, he sobbed. Tim ' s pra yer had been answered; he had gone straight home. FRANCES S. RIDDELL, ' 22. THE SERVICE FLAG Oh, what does that star in the window mean, That hangs so proudly there? Does it mean that some lad from that household, Has been fighting Over There? Yes, it means that some soldier boy, So proudly marched one day To do his bit for Uncle Sam, In the trenches far away. And oh the longing that filled the hearts Of those that were left at home And their part it was to work and pray, While the soldier boy did roam. How eagerly they watched for news From that same dear soldier son. And hoped and prayed for the day When the fighting should be done. And then at length that day arrived When the fighting all did cease. And the glorious Armistice was signed, Which would bring to us World Peace. And then the ships came sailing home, Crowded with returning Yanks. Who had played their part so well, And were discharged from the ranks. They eagerly scanned the lists To find that dear son ' s name. But Alas! It was never found For the brave lad never came. And now that star in the service flag Has turned from blue to gold. And the name of that lad who went away Is written on God ' s honor roll. MARION AMBLER, ' 19. LOST IN THE ATTIC It was midnight. I awoke with a start, jumping out of bed and rushing to the window. What had happened? Had I been dreaming or what? Just then the fire alarm brought me to my senses. Everyone

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PAGE TWELVE THE SASSAMOX went out, he would simply say, Jim went ' west ' today, bad piece of shrapnel in the lungs, but then, he was one of the best, so he ' s all right and nothing to fear. We noticed that many of the other boys wrote the same way, death to them was merely an incident of the day — there was nothing to fear. That letter was the last he wrote and for a month after, nothing further was heard. One day we found his name in the casualty list, killed in action, it said, and a bit later came the official notification from the government. Nothing further was said, his part in the play was finished and we who were left worked harder than ever, feeling sure he would understand. MADELENE CLOUGH, ' 21. A FEARFUL FORD FABLE John White had an ancient collection of nuts, bolts, old iron, tin cans and spools, known to the public as a fliver, but called by him a car. One day it stood outside his variety store, for several hours, look- ing as innocent as only a junk heap can look. Finally John came out and after adjusting his spark and gas tried to crank her. Spin number one! No result. Two! The same. Three! chug! chug! bang! the rattling good car after knocking him over, roamed leisurely over the prostrate form of one John White. The brake, which was held in place by a rubber band, had slipped and thrown ' er inta high. Lizzy casually rounded the corner by the Natick Trust Company and turned safely into Main Street. An old ' dilapi- tated horse, attached to a bright, new wa- gon, was coming down the street at a jei ' ky trot that spoke of spavin and other equine ailments. When the horse saw Lizzy charging around the corner and heard her rapid fire reports, he gave one youthful leap into the air, turned sharply around, and galloped down the street like an un- broken colt. Still Lizzy advanced, now staggering like a drunken man, now charg- ing like a tank. When she came to the trolley track she gave a little leap, turned around and landed squarely on the track, heading straight for Wellesley. At the Natick Armory she met an electric car. The motorman, with unusual intelligence, had just enough presence of mind to shut off power and reverse. A strange, inverted, chugging, gasping race began ; Lizzy made short charges and then fell back, always keeping within about fifteen feet of the car. At Wellesley College she sickened of the chase and jumped the track. After terrifying all the girls at the Quadrangle, she set out at a round pace for home. Ar- riving without further adventures, she stopped obediently in front of her master ' s store. She waited there a moment and then without warning, after her mad exer- tions, blew up and scattered her remains about the state. If you don ' t believe this story ask John White, or better yet, hire a horse and buggy (they don ' t allow automobiles in this town any longer), and scour the neighboring villages. May be you ' ll find enough parts to build a new Fliver. G. DOW, ' 20. TIM WENT STRAIGHT HOME It was a cold November night when Tim was standing on a corner selling his last paper. After it was sold he started to go to what he called home. No, he hadn ' t made much money that day. Only a doughnut and a cup of coffee for me tonight, said Tim, as he walk ;d along. Hey there, boy, hold my norse a min- ute, called a man as he jumped from the horse. Tim waited and waited for the man to return. Forty-five minutes passed be- fore the said gentleman hurried from the house he had entered. Thanks boy, here ' s something for you, called the man as he tossed a coin to Jim. He hurried to the street light so as to see what his prize was. Twenty-five cents! Gee what a lot! said he, as the coin shone in his hand, Some hot beans will go with my supper. As Tim hurried toward the bakery his attention was arrested by two boys stand-

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PAGE FOURTEEN THE SASSAMON knows what a queer sensation the Bounding of the fire alarm in the still night gives one. Not being able to see anything from any window that looked like a fire, my first thought was the attic window. Stealing silently and carefully out of my room, so as not to awaken the rest of the household, I made my way to the attic. How I ever got the courage and managed to get across the attic floor is more than I know. Excitement made me forget my surroundings. Afler reaching the window and not seeing any fire, I thought it best to go back to bed. But lo! upon turning around I couldn ' t see a thing. Picture yourself in my place in an attic surrounded by trunks and boxes of all sorts and you will see my predica- ment. It seems as though all the ghost stories that I had ever read came into my mind and that ghosts would soon seize me. How was I to get back? 1 must decide and decide quickly. I couldn ' t shout with- out startling everyone. It was useless ' ' o think of anything in connection with the window. At last by feeling my way with steady perseverance, I reached the attic stairs and then my bedroom. But belie me! Never again will I go to the attic to see a fire at midnight. JOYCE SHAW, ' 22. I have been trying very hard To write a composition, A theme, a poem, or anything For Our Board ' s disposition. I have been studying angles And my brain is quite obtuse, When I am called upon in Geom. I ' ll have to plan a ruse. I do not mind my English work My teacher is so Sweet. We have Misses Pease and Simington, So it ' s really quite a treat. We have Miss Currie in our Latin, And we also have a Mann. We find History interesting Unless we have exams. We ' ve known our dear Miss Ratsey Since we were very small. When we were in the lower grades We loved to have her call. She drew us pretty pictures, And she showed us how to make Baskets, boxes, and pretty things, Which gladly home we ' d take. We go to Miss Hills for cooking, And to Miss Brennan, for our Gym. We enjoy that very greatly, And we try to keep in trim. GRACE CHURCH, ' 21. DEATHS The many friends and acquaintances of Thelma Pierce were deeply grieved to learn of her death, caused by pneumonia. She was a graduate of 1917, had a high ranK in all her studies, and was making rapid progress in the secretarial course at Bur- dett ' s. She will long be remembered as a true and sincere friend among her school- mates. We sincerely regret the death of Ralph W. Smith, a member of the Sub-Freshman class. This occurred during our winter vacation, as a result of a drowning acci- dent. Though his career in High School was ihort, he was loved by all who knew him. FRESHMAN NOTES Formulas For Freshman. 1. Always be meek and humble in the sight of your betters. This is the first and foremost rule for Freshman. (Your betters are sophomores, juniors, seniors, and all teachers). 2. Do not be late, but cultivate the habit of sauntering in just before the last bell rings. This is very effective, especially upon the teachers. 3. Spend all the time you wish on your lessons outside of school, but do not use the study periods for that purpose. Thoy are for social conversation, etc.