Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION. 9 A flODERN GEORGE WASHINGTON. George Washington Jones was a small boy, and like most small boys, was over- flowing with fun and mischief. On his tenth birthday, his father, a patriotic man, presented his son with a complete “ Life of Washington,” with handsome, brown paper covers. As he handed the book to George, he said, “ My son, take that noble man for a model.” So George, with the adaptable nature peculiar to small boys, after having perused a few pages, which described the childhood of the great George Washington, started off in search of a hatchet. “ Pa thinks a heap o’that cherry tree out back o’the barn, but it’s the only one on the place, an’ I guess he won’t mind s’long as I tell the truth.” So our little hero-to-be hunted diligently in the wood shed for a hatchet, but could find nothing but a large, heavy axe. He dragged it to the foot of the cherry tree, and by much hacking and scraping, finally induced the slender trunk first to bend, then to break. “Now I’ll go tell pa. He’ll more’n praise me for telling the truth — and ’sides, I want to go to that circus,” murmured George. just then Mr. Jones happened to come into the barn yard, whistling “ America.” “ Pa ! O, Pa I I done it with my -er-big axe !” cried a shrill voice, as George came running up, arms extended, anticipating the hearty embrace, which must, as he thought, follow this conscientious confess- ion. “ Done what ?” thundered Mr. Jones. “ The cherry tree, pa, I-er-o-o-o-o, I’ll never do it again. Boo-hoo-hoo ! You told me to do what Washington did and — ” “ You young rascal 1 Did I — my cher- ry — ” but Mr. Jones’ wrath choked him, and, after administering a good spanking to the small offender, he started off to view the remains of his precious cherry tree. Subdued, but not discouraged, George thought he would next try his hand at break- ing in colts. The man on the next farm owned several fiery colts, and into the pasture where they were wandering George crept, a rope in his hand. With a great deal of manoevering, such as was described in the “ Life of Washington,” George sprang upon the back of the colt nearest the fence, and flung the rope about the animal’s neck. Terrified by such an unusual proceeding, the fiery beast ran at full speed across the meadow, straight over the stone wall, direct- ly into the river, and up the steep bank on the other side. He deposited George head foremost in a patch of blackberry bushes, and then dashed on in his mad flight. George sat up and rubbed his head pondering. This imitating George Wash- ington wasn’t quite so much fun as he imagined it would be. Now this last ven- ture had been unsuccessful, and he was un- decided whether to go on telling the truth or to keep quiet. Suddenly a bright idea struck him “ I’ll ask the Wogglebug.” And what did the Wogglebug say ? Ruth Whitten. AGAMEMNON’S PRAYER. Iliad, Book II, Lines 412-418. O Zeus, both best and greatest of the gods, Thou cloud-wrapped dweller of the skies above, Let not the sun its shining orb conceal, Or the shades of night o’ertake me lingering here, Till Piiam’s smoky roof I level low, And overwhelm his house with hungry flames ; Till Hector’s mantle round his breast I rend, Brave Hector’s mantle torn with sword of bronze. And grant that round his body, many friends, In agonies of death may bite the dust. Howard T. Viets.

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8 ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION. knees with almost a human expression of pity. The fire crackled and he looked at his watch. Five minutes of twelve, he straight- ened himself in his chair and began a tremulous, faint whistle of “ Home, Sweet Home.” After the third time of whistling he heard a faint, but unmistakable, sound at the door, a breathing, wheezing sound as if the old fellow had been hard-pressed to arrive at the appointed hour. Then a clock struck but not loud enough to hide the persistent breathing and a rattle of the door. Then a knock, another rattle, while John, with his eyes nearly bursting from their sockets and his hands tightly grasp- ing the arms of his chair, stared, like one overpowered straight before him. The great town clock was on its last stroke when the door was flung open and — “Oh, John, be ye killed ?” “ Maria, for the land’s sake 1” rang out on the still night air. Marjorie Sutcliffe. QUALITY CHOCOLATES Our stock is always complete and when you buy of us you can depend upon the quality being the BEST. WHAT I DID NOT DO. I was met the other day In the hallway at recess, And asked to write for our paper Something more or less. That was easy to say, But there was also the stipulation That I write not of what I did While off on my summer vacation, Spent at the mountains or shore, Or some such similar sight; For descriptions of that sort Were getting decidedly trite. Since I can’t write what I did. The only thing left to do Is to write what I did not. And so, that course I’ll pursue. I didn’t wish that school was open, And through every long, hot day That I was pouring over Greek In a very studious way. I didn’t go to Europe And buy up Paris gowns, Or wander through Westminster, Or quaint old Scottish towns. I didn’t go to a hotel And hire out as a cook Or chamber maid or second girl, No such task I undertook. In reality I simply did — But there, I must not tell, For I promised that I wouldn’t And I must keep my promise well. Mabel F. Coolidge. •W. W. fc C. R. NOYES, IMPORTERS OF TROPICAL FRUITS, Fruits and Produce COMMISSION MERCHANTS 13 fc 14 N. MARKET 13 CLINTON STS. O. R. NOYES. BOSTON • W. G. ROLL E.

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ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION. i o THE MAJOR ' S INVENTION. In one of New York’s lesser skyscrapers there dwelt about a decade ago an old man of inventive tendencies together with a vagrant pigeon and an obsequious feline of uncertain antiquity. They lived together in a small chamber on the top floor facing Broadway. The fire escape on the building had, by some caprice of the builder, been beheaded, or else never owned a head, for it reached no further than the floor below, thus lowering the rent and placing the apartment in reach of the old veteran’s purse. The room also contained a few articles of a domestic nature, a highbacked bed, on which the aged veteran and his nocturnal comrade were wont to dream blissfully at night, a straight-backed chair, minus the most essential part, a pigeon-cote and a miniature bath in which the pigeon delighted to disport itself to the detriment of the wall near by, whose faded paper was all spotted and streaked. But the most peculiar thing in the room was a long, crooked, white object standing in one corner, a something, I hesitate to name it, but a something resembling per- haps a pair of wings. On closer scrutiny it appeared to be a double frame covered tightly with canvas, jointed in the middle and one side curving like a bay, of a size about big enough to admit a man’s body. A multitude of straps, strings, pulleys and such paraphernalia hung about in a tangle confusing enough, doubtless, to the uninitiated, yet of such ingenious arrangement as to settle beyond a doubt the genius of the eccentric old man. E. E. UPHAM PROVISION DEALER. The Choicest Beef, Pork, Lamb and other Heats. BUTTER, EGGS, LARD, CHEESE. GAME and VEGETABLES of all kinds in their season. TEL. CONNECTION. It was in short a portable fire escape of condensed style. For the old man had not been blind to the dangers of living eight stories above earth with no visible means of escape except a rickety old stairway which threatened at any moment to shudder and crumble into dust after the manner of the famous one hoss shay. Major Hiram Hallery was suddenly waked one night from peaceful dreams of descending rent by a vigorous scratching on his face and beard and opened his eyes to see his faithful cat most energetically sharpening her claws on his tender skin. Hiram did not relish being awakened in this manner and showed his resentment by send- ing the feline sprawling on the floor. But as he did so he felt a certain sharp sting in his nostrils and a smarting in his eyes (besides the various other pains which extended all over his furrowed face) and coughed violently. He jumped out of bed in a second and looked about. The room was full of thick smoke. As he stood there half dazed and still more asleep than awake, he heard a con- fused sound of many voices rising up from the street below and pouring in at the open window. A dull, roaring noise, now for the first time, became audible to him, and with a bound towards the window he pushed his head out and looked down. A vast, surging sea of upturned faces met his gaze and the shouts and cries re- doubled as the old man’s form became visible to the crowd below. For a time he looked down at them with an air of curios- ity rather than of fear. But all at once the great volume of sound which rolled up to him seemed to take definite shape, and T ) I -I. Gr. W. YALE, DENTIST, POST OFFICE BUILDING, ARLINGTON .