Weymouth High School - Campus / Reflector Yearbook (Weymouth, MA)

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in r iimn nth High rhanl r passed the door of her own room, she saw Marian trying on her new dress. She shrieked, ran in the room, and seized Marian by the arm still screaming angrily. Marian was so astonished at Evelyn, for she have never seen her like this before, that she was rather frightened. Evelyn ran down the stairs, and told where she had found Marian and what she was doing. All she thinks of is herself. I never saw such a conceited, selfish girl in all my life. I save my money and buy myself a dress and there she is with it on. Oh — I hate her ! No. Mother, don ' t try to stop me. I ' m going and going in a hurry. Where am I going? I ' m taking my things to a hotel, and I ' m staying there so I can live my own life the way I Christmas on Henry Burton, forest ranger for the United States Government by choice, and trapper, hunter, and fisher by nature, sat alone in his comfortable log cabin in the Pentier Forest, a beautiful tract of government land situated near the Sandy River. As he sat there in an armchair smoking his pipe, he looked the very soul of comfort. One thing, however, was hanging on his mind, and that was food. True, he had bacon, flour, coffee, and some venison, together with a few minor articles, but Christmas was the next day, and the near- est village was about twenty-five miles away. Also, outside, a storm was raging furiously. Still, he reasoned, I am lucky to have a warm cabin and enough to eat for a few more meals, but I ' ll have to go to Holdston soon. As he spoke, a knock sounded on the door. Come in, he said. The door swung open and an Indian stepped into the cabin. Well, hollo Joe, what are you doing traveling around in this storm for? asked Burton. Me want bacom, replied the aged In- dian. ' ' Sorry, Joe, but I haven ' t any to spare but I ' ll give you a good, square meal. Me want bacom, repeated the redskin. ' ' I can ' t let you have any, but what do you say — want some supper? Yes, returned Joe. You had better stay here tonight — you can ' t reach the peak in a blizzard like this, ' ' went on Burton. want to and not give up everything to Marian. I ' ve done that for seventeen years. I ' m through, now. Money ? I ' ve saved about three hundred dollars or more. I can earn my own living, too, if I need to. Marian wouldn ' t low- er her pride enough for that. I ' m not afraid that it will hurt me. Good-bye. The following Wednesday afternoon a note came for Marian. Sister, If you hang up your stocking to- night, I ' m warning you that there won ' t be anything in it. There always was and always will be a big hole at the bottom. A hole-self. Evelyn. Marjorie Burne ' 31 Sandy River He then quickly prepared a meal of which they both did justice. After the meal, Burton gave the Indian some tobacco and a pipe, which contented Joe very much. Soon Joe began to nod his head and almost fell asleep in his chair. Henry aroused him and gave the redskin a comfortable bunk to sleep in. Need- less to say, it did not take either of them long to drop into a sound slumber. It was early morning on Sandy River. The storm had cleared and the sun shone into the log cabin windows. Burton sat up, rubbed his eyes, and jumped out of his bunk. He then looked over to the bunk where Joe had slept. It was empty. Quickly pulling on his clothes, he opened the door. Outside were the footprints of heavy boots. ' ' I guess the rascal must have headed back to the peak ; so I might as well get breakfast. ' ' Going over to the cupboard, he opened it. The big slab of bacon was gone. He searched the cupboard ; there was no trace of the miss- ing bacon. Henry then went over to the large fireplace to put more wood on it. On the hearth lay a beautiful, glossy, black fox skin. Picking it up, he turned it over. On the back was written in rude, sprawling characters in charcoal: To paleface. I took bacom, Joe. As Burton held the skin, he laughed softly to himself. Who in the world would think that anyone would get a Christmas present in this wilderness? he mused. Frank Thomas ' 33

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VHc iimonth High rbool A Christmas Stocking with a Hole Marian Young, at the age of nineteen, was very independent. The way she shot around through the traffic in her green roadster in the centre of New York proved it to her friends as well as to the police. Since her parents had always given her just what she wished, she was a selfish girl. She had parties at any time and any price, provided she didn ' t bother her mother and father, because they were busy getting up parties of their own. However, her sister, Evelyn, seventeen years of age, much taller, darker, and hand- somer than Marian, was just the opposite. She was quiet and calm and had never at- a young man, Bob Stevenson, who was a per- fect match for her. He was just a little taller, tended a party. By chance, one day, she met a young man, Bob Stevenson, who was a perfect match for her He was just s little taller, a little darker, and, it might be said, a little handsomer. He was giving a Christmas party the following Wednesday night and had invited Evelyn as guest of honor. Her first party would be a success. As she had saved her allowance for her cloths, she wouldn ' t have to ask her father for money. He had to buy too much for Marian. A week before Christmas, Marian decided that she would like a Christmas party. She sat down at her telephone and called for the hall she preferred. Then she began to plan whom she would invite. She would ask Gerald Milton; he was such a dear, even if her friend, Myrna Halloway, had just about owned him for the last year. And then — yes — she would have mistletoe. That wouldn ' t do though, if Myrna were there. She would have to leave Myrna out. Finally she had her list all made out and started to call the different ones. Just as she hung up the received after telephoning to Gerald, whom she called first, of course, her mother knocked at the door and came in. My dear, my dear, she sobbed, I have some bad news for you. Not for me, because I can ' t be bothered with bad news. I have enough to attend to. Run along, Mother. Marian, listen to me! I will not — must I repeat? I will not, I will not, I will not! Ill tell you, anyway, now, said her mother who had as spiteful a disposition as Marian ' s. Your father says we can ' t have any more parties or clothes for at least two months. He says there ' s no need of them, anyway. ' ' But, Mother, I ' ve already planned a party for Wednesday night and I ' ve already called Gerald Milton. What shall I wear? I ' ve simply got to have a new gown. Dad will just have to give me some money. ' ' My dear, he hasn ' t any money ! ' ' ' ' Hasn ' t any money ! Mother, stop kidding me. I ' m in no mood for fooling. It is tied up in stocks, Marian. And please stop that language. ' Kidding ' — how I hate that word. It ' s all right, Mother. They all say it because I do. You see, I ' m the favorite. In a different tone, Oh-h-h! What will Gerald think of me ? I ' m humiliated, to say the least. By the way, Mother, what was Evelyn doing in the ' Fifth Avenue Fashion Shoppe? ' She had on the most gorgeous evening dress I ever saw. She looked charming, too, but I bet I ' d look better in it. I ' ll tell you, Marian, if you ' ll not men- tion it to her. She has her first boy friend and a real one too, because he ' s giving a Christmas party for her. She ' ll be the belle of the ball. But where did she get the money? I thought that dad didn ' t have any. ' ' She saved it out of her allowance. You should have done the same if you wanted a dress. That ' s all right to say, but she isn ' t as popular as I am and she doesn ' t have to spend as much. I ' m going to get that gown and wear it. She won ' t mind. But she ' s wearing it Wednesday night herself. She doesn ' t need it as much as I do. Dad will have to get me some money. I must have it, do you hear me? Speak to your father. It ' s up to him. He ' ll say, Bo as you like, as he always does. Thus, Wednesday evening passed, and Thursday morning dawned bright and clear. Evelyn and her mother and father were wait- ing for Marian, as usual. Her father finally sent Evelyn after her. Evelyn looked in her room but she wasn ' t there. Then, as she

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E (Ehriatmaa RriUrtor It was the Christmas season, and the usual rush and excitement was going on everywhere in the little college town, Cornell. A certain stalwart looking young man was unmindful of everything going on about him, as he walked to and fro before a prominent jewel- er ' s store. Each time, as he passed, he would look longingly at the card in the window which said: Remarkable Sale of Diamonds. Buy he ' r one for Christmas. If so desired, you may open a charge account. As Dick Dan- gerfield was passing the window for the sixth time, his eyes caught the words Charge Ac- count. ' ' Oh, I didn ' t see that before. That ' s just what I ' m going to do. With a determined look on his face he walked into the store. May I help you? asked the clerk. Well — er — if ynu don ' t mind, I ' d like to see the diamonds, replied Dick. Here is a beauty, and only $650. Well, Dick replied, I can only pay about half the price. Wait, here is one almost as good as the $650 ring, cried the clerk. All right, I ' ll take it. Wrap it up and charge to my credit, said Dick. Phew! I ' m glad that is over with, Dick smiled as he turned homeward. Dick Dangerfield was the college football hero. He happened to be, at this time very much in love with Barbara Louise, a very pretty co-ed. On the campus Dick met his chum, Ted Waite. What ' s up? said Ted. Let me in on the secret. What ' s in the little box? Come up to my room, and I ' ll tell you all about it. When they were settled comfortably in Dick ' s room, he began: Ted, I want to propose to Babs tomorrow night, but I don ' t know how to begin. Will you show me how? You ' re so much experi- enced. Sure thing, old top, gaily replied Ted. I ' 11 meet you up here after supper and show you how to propose. With this he left the room, grinning mischievously. Ted at once rounded up his so-called Gang. He told them that, if they wanted to see some fun, to plan secretly to get into Dick ' s room, be- hind the curtains. Bashful Dick Promptly after supper, Ted went up to Dick ' s room. He saw to it that Dick would be delayed in order to give the boys a chance to hide. The boys were already there. Now for some fun, laughed Ted, and for Heaven ' s sake, be quiet. Sh, here he comes. Hello, old top, I ' m all set and raring to go. Come over here on the divan. I ' ll be you and you be Babs. All set ? The first thing to do is kneel at her feet, hold her hand, and put your other hand to your heart ; then be- gin: Dearest, sweetest flower of my heart, I love you more than wine. Please won ' t you say you ' ll be m ine? But, interrupted Dick, I can ' t re- member that kind of poetry. Well, say anything that comes into your head. She ' s supposed to know what you ' re trying to say, all the time. ' ' No, Ted, I-l-I ' m afraid I c-can ' t do it. A sneeze was heard from behind the cur- tains. Who ' s there? cried Dick. Oh, it ' s only the boy in the next room. He has a bad cold. Come on. Here is the sec- ond way to propose. Darling, you ' re going to marry me to- night. No, don ' t protest, because it won ' t do any good. Give me your hand. Now, kiss me. Ted started to hug Dick. There was a scramble which ended with both boys on the floor. Behind the curtains the boys were stuffing their mouths with their handkerchiefs. Bob. a huge fellow, forgot himself and leaned up- on a couple of boys in front of him. Then bang] The boys landed on the floor about the same time as Dick and Ted. The boys could not suppress their laughter any longer, and the room was in an uproar. Dick stared wide-eyed and mouth open. When Dick at last recovered from his amazement, he fixed his tie, and combed 1m dishevelled hair. With a goodnight he left the room. He went downstairs to the telephone and called Barbara. Hearing her voice at the oth- er end of the wire, he said, Dearest, be pre- pared to pretend that it ' s leap year when I come over tomorrow night. Ruth Duff ' 31