Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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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

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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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PAKE TWENTY THE SASSAMON Aunt Sarah ' s grasp Aunt Sarah : Thomas Weston, what does tliis mean? How could you be such a wicked boy? You are deserving of great punishment. Meanwhile Mrs. Sawyer has bundled on Dor- othy ' s things and has left the apartment very much upset and provoked. Tommy : But aunty, 1 didn ' t do Aunt Sarah : Not a word, young man. I could not stand a lie on top of this atrocity. hid picking up a ruler she marches the Pro- testing Tommy to the hall. Tommy: From the hall. Honest Aunty, it was Bob. Aunt Sarah: I saw the scissors in your hand and Bob wasn ' t in the room. That ' s evi- dence enough. Hold out your hand. And the ruler is heard from the hall... Meanwhile Bob slips in the other door and begins to straighten out the room Aunt Sarah appears at the door followed by the chastened Tommy. Aunt Sarah : I ' m glad to see we have one gentleman in the house. Robert, you may look in my bag and have the little box that you will find there. Pats Hobby ' s head. Bobby: Smiling angelically. Thank you, aunty dear, I always try to be nice especially when we have company. Waves to Tommy behind his back Tommy: His eyes suddenly brightening, All right, just wait till to-night, Bob Weston. I ' ve got a swell plan up my sleeve. Sticks a pin in him when Aunt Sarah ' s back is turned. Aunt Sarah and Bobby go upstairs T ommy. after making faces and shaking his fist, goes out the side door. CURTAIN