Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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PACE EIGHTEEN THE SASSA.MON Heard in French : I ' , (translating Le bateau s ' arreta net ) — The boat-er- (pause). Miss D. — Yes, that ' s it. Just what you did. p. What? Miss D. — Stopped short. Miss Sweet — Time of Macbeth was 1040. M. S.— A. M. or P. M? Heard in Spanish: Teacher, dictating Spanish — Does any- one know what I have dictated? Bright Pupil? — Yes, Spanish. Miss Sweet wonders if Pirie and Smith never see each other excepting in the Eng- lish period. We wonder, too!!!! Chemistry teacher — If anything should go wrong with this experiment we, and the whole laboratory might be blown sky-high. Come closer pupils that you may be better able to follow me. — Ex. Miss Sweet seems to think that some of the Seniors need guardians or nursemaids by the way they act. How about it, Seniors? Macbeth hath murdered sleep, ' tis true, For he hath murdered mine, I ' ve got to sit up half the night To memorize each line. —Ex. Miss Cooley wishes that no one would leave the room without a slip. Has anyone any banana peels? OUR SENIOR CLASS Last September, when the school year started, the Senior Class was the smallest one in the school, besides being the small- est Senior Class for a good many years, but what the class lacked in size and in quantity it made up for in ability and in- telligence. Shortly after the school opened a call was made by the various colleges for High School pupils to take the War Emergency Course that was being offered and three of our classmates answered. Dwight Fors- ter successfully passed the examinations far M. I. T., Paul Hanna, for B. U. Law School, and Martin Heinlein, for the Hunt- ington School. All of these are doing good work and are a credit to the Class of ' 19 and the N. H. S. Now as 1919 comes in two more of our class mates leave for M. I. T., Charles Burke, captain of the ' 18 football team and president of the class, and Robert Buckley, vice-president, both loyal mem- bers of the class, and all-around good fel- lows. Although the class misses them, they are sure they will be a great addi- tion to M. I. T. and wish them the best of success. Although our class has lost five of its most valued members we feel sure that we who remain can still hold up the honor, dig- nity and scholarship that go to show a good Senior Class. H. PRESCOTT, ' 19. STRATEGY Act I. Scene I. The Stage: — A living room in a city apart- ment. Open fireplace, big leather chairs, a round table in center of the room, scattered with magazines and papers, a broad couch strewn with toys, and a stairway, also clut- tered with playthings. The twins, Bobby and Tommy, have just succeeded in hitching the cat to an express wagon and Tabby, resenting the treatment, scrambles up a curtain, wagon and all. M cither Weston. Entering hurriedly: Bobby! Tommy! You promised me you ' d be good when I went away. (Unhitches Tabby) Twins : But you ' ve not gone yet, ma. Bell rings Mother Weston. Here ' s Aunt Sarah now. Boys, do please try to act well while she ' s here. You know she ' s not used to boys. P.obby : All she gives a rap for is that old parrot. Aunt Sarah, a tall angular spinster enters, carrying a cage in which Polly is perched. Aunt Sarah. Crisply : Well. Mary, here I am.

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THE SASSAMON PAGE SEVENTEEN Class of 1920 Miss S. — How was Celia disguised when she fled? D. — She wiped the paint off her face. Honesty is a shining characteristic of the class. Balcom frankly admitted that it would take him a week to remember all he had forgotten during the Christmas va- cation. Dow believed he was promoting Tran- scendentalism because he came to school one morning without his breakfast. We have a suspicion it was his time he was thinking of instead. Miss Bianchi (translating French) — He searched through his wife ' s and daughter ' s pockets. Now why can ' t women have suffrage? Miss S. — You are all woefully mixed up about the periods of American Liter- ature. Dow — I ' m not. Miss S. — Well, you haven ' t any ideas at all. Miss S. — Wearing a felt hat in Lon- don, in summer, is like wearing a straw one here in winter. Sarcastic pupil — What about the wo- men ' s spring hats? Dow argues that a public airplane would never do because it couldn ' t stop at every white post. Astonishing Information! Calhoun ' s political beliefs led him to write The Rise of the Dutch Republic. Cotton Mather ' s religious sentiment helped exceedingly in his composing The Leather Stocking Tales. Whitman ' s solemn faith induced him to write Sequel to a Rum Tack. Churchill ' s humour developed into The Rise of the Dutch Republic. Heard in Latin: Miss M. (reciting on the life of the Gracchi) — The Roman aristocrats got up on their ears. Judging by this, the ancient Romans must have been some acrobats. 1920 Class Notes Miss Y., waxing warm over the first ora- tion against Catiline — I do not speak ob- scurely to the house of Marcus Laeca. Evidently Miss Y. approves of talking to sensible people. N. — What is the-er-fancy word for tak- ing down a tent? O. — Detention. Miss Cooley — Both you boys get to work quick, now, the three of you. Miss S. (interrupting Knights ' lip gym- nastics) — Knights, please stop that whis- tling. If you want a canary-bird we ' ll buy you one. Is this one of the many doings of magic? Miss Fee — There was a tiger in the room and if the man opened the door a lion would come out. Heard in Geometry: Lord — I ' ve forgotten. Mr. P. — Well, there wasn ' t anything to forget. The geometry book must have changed considerably since we saw it last. Mr. Betts (to Spanish Class) — I ' m will- ing to put a large amount of money up that you can learn that lesson in two hours, and I ' m not a betting man if my name is Betts. Class of 1919 Ask Miss Simington, How to talk to sol- diers while traveling. Heard in Latin : Miss E. (translating) — And he looked at the Trojan battle-lines with his eyes. What would you have used to look with, Miss E? In French : Miss B. (translating) — Je suis content que les jupes soient simples cette annee. Miss D. — Why would that interest the male sex?

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THE SASSAMON PAGE NINETEEN I do hope the boys won ' t fuss for you to come home. I really can ' t Polly. Spying a mouse : Great Caesar ' s ghost ! A mouse ! ! Polly wants a cracker - - two crackers - - three crackers ! Aunt Sarah. Springing towards the couch. Oh horrors ! Have you a trap ? I can ' t abide mice. (Sees it ' s a toy mouse) Oh Polly, you wretch ! You shall have no peppermints to-night. Polly. Oh, have a heart-a heart-a heart. Bobby. Pst! Peps, Tom! Tommy. Making a very face. For Poll. Aunt Sarah. If you ' re going to catch the train you ' ll have to hurry, Mary. Exit Mother and Aunt Sarah. Bobby : Say, Tom, we gotta stand her for three days. What ' ll we do? Tommy: Play Sunday School till Ma gets back, I guess. Bobby : I dare you to grab Poll ' s tail. Tommy : Sur e, if you ' ll tickle her with this feather. They cautiously approach the cage and just reach it when the door opens and their mother and aunt come in. Immediately Bob says sweetly — Are you hungry Polly? Poll : Shrilly. Get out ! Vamoose ! Rude boys ! Aunt Sarah eyes the boys suspiciously but says nothing. MotherWeston : Good bye, boys. You ' ll mind Aunty till mother gets back won ' t you and not get into mischief. Boys : We ' ll remember mother. Kiss her. Exit all. Scene II. Same as I. Aunt Sarah is sitting in a big chair in front of the fireplace reading aloud The Moral Devel- opment and Training of Boys. Aunt Sarah : And you see, boys, the moral is always to obey your elders. Bobby : Yes. It ' s a dandy story. Er-aunty. can ' t we go out a while? It isn ' t raining now. Aunt Sarah: Robert, that is the fifth time that you have said ' ain ' t ' since I ' ve been here. Please correct it. Bobby: Yes ' ni. It isn ' t raining no more. .■hint Sarah holds up her hands in horror just as the bell rings again... An old friend, Mrs. Sawyer, and her six year old daughter, Dor- othy, are announced. Aunt Sarah : Oh, my dear Marion, how glad I am to see you. Do take off your wraps. Boys, you play with Dorothy while we go upstairs and talk over old times. Exit, Aunt Sarah tripping over a train of cars which had been left in front of the stairs. Aunt Sarah : Thomas, you are so careless. Pick these things up at once. Someone will fall over them. They go upstairs. Tommy : To Bobby Gee ! What a crumb ! Bobby : Well, Dot, whata you wanta do ? Dorothy : Primly My name is Dorothy, and le ' s play i dolls. Boys: Groaning. Oh Gee! Bob. you don ' t want to play that sissy game, Dot, Lets play Indians. Dorothy : Does it hurt ? Bobby : Grinning. Not a bit. You can be a captive and we ' ll tie ya to a tree and burn ya ! Oh-h-h ! ! ! Dorothy : Setting up a yell. I wanta go home. Mamma ! Tommy : Sh ! He was only fooling. Dorothy looks at him suspiciously but agrees to play The boys soon rig up a tent by pull- i ' W °ff the couch cover and putting it over the big table letting the cover hang over to form the sides of the tent. Bobby : All ready. Now you go over by that chair and we ' ll creep up and kidnap you an ' take you to our wigwam. Dorothy is delighted and readily lets herself he kidnapped. Tommy: How ' ll we torture her, chief? Bobby: Let ' s scalp her. And in a spirit of mischief picks up the scissors and Dorothy ' s beautiful golden curls fall to the floor. Sud- denly, glancing tozvards the stairivay he said, thrusting the scissors in Tommy ' s hand. Wait a minute, kids. I ' m goin ' to get some apples. I ' ll be right back. Exit very quickly. Tommy: Now you ' re a real good Injun, Dot. You ' d make a pretty good boy, too. Dorothy: Undecided whether to laugh or cry. Is this the way you play the game? Tommy : Well, not always, but A cry from the stairs and Tommy is firmly held in