Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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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.

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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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THE SASSAMOX PAGE FIFTEEN 4. Do not go home to lunch — by so do- ing you miss a free acrobatic performance and dance. 5. Do not put your gum under the seat, where just anybody is likely to find it and take it (put it in the inkwell, and be sure of finding it with a new flavor when you return) . 6. Practice diligently in the gymnasi- um, especially somersaults in the rings. By so doing you can prepare yourself for the sensations you receive on getting ac- quainted with Caesar next year. 7. Do not skip music or attempt to change your seat — it is likely to prove dis- astrous for you. 8. Attend faithfully to your algebra, but do not strain your brain — you will need it next year to study geometry. 9. If you, for any reason, are called to the platform to speak or read, do not look over the congregation and smile at your friends, but proceed with your per- formance at once. The chances are that the audience will be as glad, or more so, to get it over as you will. 10. Secret codes are very useful in transmitting important messages. They also give your other friends employment in their spare moments. MARION BROWN, ' 21. A FRESHIE ' S IDEA OF PROPER CLOTHES I would like to wear the cloak that Co- lumbus wore in fourteen ninety- two ; I would like to wear the shoes of Grant, and the stockings of Lincoln, too; I would like to wear some of the gold that Pizzarro conquered in Peru And the coat of John Cabot I could make some use of, too. I would like to wear a hat of McAdoo ' s, and a pair of Hoover ' s pants, And then again I ' d like to wear, the suit that Woodrow Wilson wore to France, I would like to wear a powdered wig as they did in Colonial days, And I ' d like to wear the overalls Abe Lin- coln wore, in pitching the hay. T. KILLEEN, ' 22. As to gathering gum for Victory Boys and Girls, this unique idea does not work. We have taken advice and searched, and found — Nothing. Will the adviser kindly come to our aid? Commission will be paid. DEDICATED TO THE SOPHOMORES The class of .1923, wherein we do reside, Has been rebuked, insulted, all; And often — turned aside. But how we stand, as well we should, Ay, sophomores, you ' re no better, We boasted not in good and pride, We ' ll pass you to the letter. AMERICAN HISTORY We Subs are learning lots of things About Geography, But the thing I think we like the best, Is American History. We learn about the Indians And ho w they fought the whites, We also hear of General Wolf Who climbed way up the heights. George Washington ' s a hero too He fought with all his might, He crossed the Delaware himself, And gave the Toms a fright. But today we hear of Wilson How he ' s gone across the sea, To see the boys who ' ve fought so well And brought home victory. M. B. S. Said the Prof, unto the Senior: You must alter your demeanor, For such ways I ' ve never seen. You ' re quite as awkward as a bean, Your walk is most unsightly, sir; Pray place your feet more lightly, sir; And always bow politely, sir. To the Sub-Freshmen! H. W. G.