Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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THE SASSAMON PAGE FIFTEEN His dad, knowing it was of no use to send him back to school until he realized how serious his work was, told Billy that he was planning to send him to Oklahoma for a few weeks. His dad owned a ranch, called a pony on account of size, and knew Bill would jump at the offer. It was really a fruitless offer, but he came to the conclusion that something had to be done. As the train passed on through the states, Bil1's one thought was, Wait until those cowboys see me! He really did think he was going to show them how to ride bosses, rope bulls, and lasoo every moving object. Little Bend, shouted the conductor. Ah, exclaimed Bill, this is my Aburg !r n A team met him at the station Knot a taxi as he had expectedl, and after many bumfps, and exclamations about the dead West, Bill arrived at the little ranch. As he was tired, he retired early. The next morning a complete cowboy outfit was given him, and he was asked to join in the roundup of the cattle. Evi- dently Bill thought all one had to do was to whistle to them. Well, if it was left to Bill, nobody knows when the cattle would have been rounded up. The cowboys cer- tainly had a great time the first day. The next day found Bill trying to ride a hoss. He also tried to rope every mov- ing object, but the hoss wouldn't stand still, neither would the other objects. Well, Bill could not even rope an object that was standing still. As a pistol shot, well, they say, he couldn't hit the side of a barn door, and that fits Bill to perfection. Exactly a month of this found Bill ready to resume his duties at the University, to the great disappointment of the cowboys, who had had a regular time. ROBERT ESTY. DILLY DALLY! Dilly dally Dottie, How can you be so naughty? The taunting voice of big brother Te-d came to her through the open window, one spring morning, as Dottie, in an absurdly large apron stood beating up- a feather cake for supper. Dilly dally! thought she, mournfully, to herself, of all the names-that is the worst! She sighed as she opened the oven door. Brothers are brothers and always will be brothers, I suppose, mused she, and banged the oven door shut. Dil1y dally Dot-tee! How can you b- Theodore Welder! creid Dottie, run- ning to the window, there, now I shan't hear you! and she shut down the window with a bang. At that, Ted made such a grimace that Dottie laughed in spite of her- self and then proceeded to do the rest of her housework. As she turned from the window, she glanced at the clock. Twenty minutes past ten and half the work to do! She must fly so as to have it done by eleven- thirty, when she had a date with some girl friends for a spring picnic. She gave another look out of the window before she sped upstairs. Ted was very busy in the tool shed,-getting ished, thought Dottie, about him. Donny's cart fin- and then forgot Eleven-thirty found out of the back door, with a box under her arm, as she sallied forth for the picnic. Dorothy stepping Ted was still in the shed whistling as he painted the cart a glorious red and green, so Dottie knew she needn't lock the door. The spring air was balmy and pleasant. It was certainly good to be alive. So thought Dottie, as she turned into the street. Then she stopped abruptly. , I know I've forgotten those olives! ex- claimed she. She turned and went back for them. As she entered the house, the persistant ringing of the telephone took' her attention. Oh dear! she said, in a dis- mayed tone, as she took down the receiver. Hell!--Ted?-O yes, just a minute. She went to the door and called-- Ted! you're wanted at the telephone. Aw right! and he strode up the steps and into the room. Dottie had just started out again when

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PAGE FOURTEEN THE SASSAMON Jean declared at the end of a week that she could recite it in her sleep. Not only was the collecting tiresome, but, as a matter of fact, the donations were not as large as the girls had expected or hoped. Nevertheless, when the town had prac- tically been covered, it was found that only S100 of what the girls had estimated as a necessary amount was lacking. Having gone as far as this, we must make up that S100 some way, said Jean. However, there are several places on the outskirts of the town we haven't reached yet and whatever we get there, will help. After that we will have to think up some scheme in order to make up the rest of the money. So the next day found the girls round- ing up the untouched places. Jean, being the acknowledged leader of the crowd, had assigned each girl a par- ticular place to go, leaving to herself a re- mote part of the town with which she was more or less unfamiliar. Jean had gone to only three houses when she was ready to turn back home, because in each the people had been extraordinarily unpleasant, and had expressed their opin- ions in regard to the plan as ridiculous After the first reception, such as this, Jean excused it, making the excuse in her mind that maybe their lack of interest was due to not having children in school and their distance from the center of the town, but after the third, she was fairly discouraged and was ready to give up when she caught sight of a little white house farther up the road. It looked so cheerful and inviting that before she knew it, she was ringing the bell. Almost instantly the door was opened by a vited her in. Seated in plained her tering away Suddenly smiling young woman, who in- a sunny little room, Jean ex- visit and soon she was chat- to a sympathetic listener. she jumped up, realizing that half an hour had passed. The stranger had been so interesting that Jean even forgot the object of her call and was leaving, when the lady said, Won't you accept my dona- tion to the worthy cause? But then, on second thought, I believe I'll send you a check. With this promise ringing in her ears, Jean trudged home happily. On the way she was thinking about the little lady she had just left. Suddenly she remembered that she had not found out her name and then began to get curious, for she recalled the stranger's saying that she moved out to the little white house, because it was such a pleasant and quiet place for her to work. But what sort of work did she do? That question was answered the next day when the check came, which, by the way, easily made up the amount of the fund that was lacking. Jean glanced at the name signed on the check and gasped, Alice Page, the great writer! And to think that I chatted away to her, of all people, like an old friend. When a slip of paper fiuttered to the floor and Jean found it was an invitation from Miss Page to call again very soon, her mother said, Evidently she enjoyed your chattering. ALMA CARTIER. BlLL'S ADVENTURE Bill Adamson was not making very much progress at Columbia University. Bill, as his father called him, was about due for a vacation. His father had been very lenient with him as far as his success in school was con- cerned. It was Bill's Sophomore year, and, as he had been fooling away just about two- thirds of his time, his father was beginning to despair. He, under his father's orders, and like many other college chaps, was forced to leave college. As was expected, Bill was a clerk in dad's office. It was not at all pleasing to Bill, who had been used to kicking around just about as he pleased, and really never knew what work was. A half-year of office work elapsed and Bill claimed he was not going to work there any more.

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PAGE SIXTEEN THE SASSAMON she heard a very startled exclamation from the other room. Oh, but Mr. Peters, I didn't do it-I wasn't there at that time-I-er, here Ted broke off and after a minute replaced the receiver and entered the kitchen, look- ing a little pale and puzzled. What's the trouble? asked his sister, a trifie anxiously. Nothin', only fifty dollars has been stol- en by someone down to the store and Mr. Peters says I did it! and I've got to go down and see him now and prove I didn't. Dottie's mouth fell open. Why you didn't--you wouldn't and you couldn't have done it! she gasped. I know it! cried Ted, as he pulled his hat on and went out, slamming the door be- hind him. Dottie sat down very suddenly. She sat square on top of her lunch and didn't know it. The picnic was forgotten. It was almost five minutes by the clock when she suddenly remembered herself and jumped to her feet. O my poor lunch! cried she, it's all changed into a big pat-a cake-but I don't think I really want to go to the picnic any- way. She glanced out doors. It didn't seem half so alluring so she finally settled down with a book. It was not very long afterwards that Ted came home again. He seemed a a bit de- jected. Dottie looked up inquiringly. Did he- she began. No, he didn't! said Ted, Mr. Peters said that he left the fifty dollars in his top drawer, this morning, while he took the place of one of his clerks. The clerk stayed away longer than expected and when he finally was able to return to his office the money was gone. Of course, he blamed me because he left me in charge of the office until ten-thirty o'clock. I tried to tell him that I came home at ten min- utes past ten, which was before he took the clerk's place, but he said that someone saw me come back at twenty minutes past ten and, of course, he believes the other person first, because I've only been there a couple of weeks, Ted finished his explanation gloomily and fell silent. Dottie sat up very straight, Pm going to call him up and prove to him that you were here at ten-twenty, because you were -why! that was when you called me Dilly dally! Don't! cried Ted, he wouldn't be- lieve you any way and besides, you mustn't get mixed up in this, too! O, say! I thought you were going to a picnic! he cried. So I was! exclaimed Dot, just as though she had just remembered it. She jumped up and slipped on her hat and jack- et and started off, but this time there was no box under her arm. It didn't take her long to walk down town and into the B- store, where she found her way to the office. Peters dont want to see no one, mum- bled the small boy who hovered around the office. O, he'll see me all right! said Dottie, as she stood in her tracks. Please hun'y -it's very important! The boy paused. Whats your name? asked he. Dorothy Welder! The lad disappeared, but soon reap- peared. All right, he said, and Dottie hastened in. Inside of the little private office sat Mr. Peters. He was a tall man, with iron gray hair and humorous gray eyes. They were very stern now, however, or so they seemed to Dottie. What may I do for you ? he asked, as he nodded to a chair. Dottie seated her- self. I'm coming straight to the point,' she announced. You accused my brother of taking fifty dollars, at twenty minutes past ten and at that time he Was-he was-- Was what? inquired Mr. Peters. He was-calling me names! finished Dottie, her cheeks quite pink. In spite of himself Mr. Peters-almost smiled. What names could the little rascal call you, he said. ' 7