Petersham High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Petersham, MA)

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'IY Betty's life followed a more or less set routine. Monday, .nshday, meant carrying all the water from the spring, tryin, tu make soapsnds in that hard water, and in winter having clothes hanging in the house drying for days. Tuesday, ironing day, was a process of heating the iron on the stove, wiping off the soot, heating it all over again, for by that time, it had and then cooled off. Wednesday was baking dayg another struggle, with the stove which refused to Let hot. Thursday was scrub day, and Betty literally scrubbed all the woodwork in the house. Friday she cleaned lamps and lamp chimneys, only to have then all sucked up again, as soon as the lamps vere lit. Saturday was market day. Bob and Betty jonnccd to town, and back again, in the old' Ford Truck, and usually forgot to get the nost important things. Sunday was a day of peace when Betty only washed her hair, cooked dinner, straightened up the house and acted lazy. Spring Betty rave birth to a red-haired daughter, neant more work. She didn't mind this for she loved Anne. In the Anne . This to care for After struggling on the farm for a number of years, with no water, electricity, or modern conveniences, Betty, Anne, and Bob finally moved onto the chicken farm of their dreams. They had all modern conveniences. I imagine this new none seemed like heaven to Betty. Rosemary Sullivan '57 Mr. Duprey Our History class has skull practice To near Mr. Duprey say what he nay. ' boys, ' that noiseln each day, In the room, ne has a large crowd of ' And we hear him say, WErnest, stop He loves to give long assignments at To find out if our brains are still bright. long, tiresome, and hard night, His tests are Union really shows up on my report card. He cones every morning in a big green car, believe he's Way above'par. students had their may, I'n sure they'd want Er. Duprey to stay. And we often If nest of the Stuart Bryant 'A7 .A H414 . .

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Strange I am going to be killed! Horizons I That strange, terrifying thought has driven me mad during the last two weeks. How weird that it should start'on my birthday, this pursuit of my life. Gne day, it was'a car, racing madly'down the wrong side, my side, of the street, then a loose stair, a piece of wood on the'cellar steps Who is trying to kill me? 'I have no known enemies. J . J A man, I donft know him, comes and'asks me questions about the little people.I see. Little people! I explained'to him that they are as big as he is: Very nice people,'too. 'I'talk to them about all my troubles, and they, at least, listen. Jim says'I talk to myselfg poor man, he must be blind, not to see them. He says that the car was just a coincidence, maybe he plans my death. That man, Jim called him I Y u HDoctorW, comes here quite often. I wonder why,'I'm not sick. Just because I can'see people that Jim canlt see, a doctor comes. He can see them. He's'nice. Maybe I can convince him that Jim is trying to kill me, 3 The doctor, he doesn't know he's one, says I must go away, but he won't tell nn why. He must know that Jim ist planning to kill me, and he plans-to protect me while he gets proof. I must Q0 to a nice quiet place, Malcolm, the doctor, says.' Lots of people will be there, and'the hostess will wear white. 'Strange, I had a white gown once, long ago, and Jim liked it very much. I heard Jim talking to Malcolm this morning. 'I couldn't hear very well, but it was something about Ha year, maybe . longer.U' Jim can't be going away, and I'm just going on a vacation. - My vacation is planned. Malcolm and Jim say I nmst go stay all the time, he'll come will be there with me, though the people. I wonder'what Na Malcolm is going away, I I want ed to'go see Mother, but with Malcolm! Jim can't come and and visit me, he says.. Malcolm and he says we will talk with year, maybe longern meansg maybe ' J My head achesg Jim says I'm talking to myself again, I think Jim is going crazy! Rosalie Clarkifhi