Arms Academy - Student Yearbook (Shelburne Falls, MA)

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Howard Crosier is attending Mt. Hermon School for boys in Northfield. Shailer Cummings is attending Brown University at Providence. Rhode Island. Iohn Davenport is working in Shelburne Falls. Ralph Dickinson is on the home farm. Alton Downer is attending Mt. Hermon School for boys in Northfield. Marion Doyle is working in the Griswoldville Mill. Marilyn Farr is attending Northampton Commercial College at Northampton. Roylance Field is attending Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute at Troy, New York. Eleanor Fisher is attending Bay Path Institute in Springfield. Donald Gadreault plays in his father's orchestra. Edgar Gould is helping carry on his mother's farm. Edith Greenlees is attending Bay Path Institute at Springfield. Alta Griswold is at home. Amy Griswold is taking a post graduate course at Arms Academy. Sanford Hager is on the home farm. Dorothy Hall is employed in the office of the Kendall Mills. Previous to that she was at the Colrain Inn. Marcia Harris attends the Smith School in Northampton. Raymond Hodgeboom is at home. Helen Howson attends Bay Path Institute at Springfield. Pearl Iepson is at home. Ruth Kendrick is attending the Massachusetts State Teachers' College in Worcester. Lucy Laird is working in Shelburne Falls for Mrs. Albert Davenport. Marshall Lamoire is at home. Viola Lawless is attending Northampton Commercial College in Northampton. Harriet Liese is attending Atlantic Union College. Kathleen Lively recently took her first vows as a nun in the Catholic faith at House of Nazareth Convent at Worcester. Lawrence MacDonald is taking a post graduate course at Elmsford. New York. Carl Maines is at home. Wallace McCloud is a fireman at the Kendall Mills. Hubert Mockler is at home. Amelia Noga is training to be a nurse at the Brattleboro Memorial Hospital. Douglas Packard is working at the Baker Pharmacy in Shelburne Falls. Armondo Paoletti is taking a post graduate course at Arms Academy. Dorothy Reynolds is at home. Francis Rice is at home. Ruth Schnell is working in a doctor's office in Conway. Elizabeth Scott is attending Mrs. Daignault's School of Hairdressing in Greenfield. Virginia Shaw is attending Northampton Commercial College in Northampton. Iacob Shulda is working for the Lane Construction Company. Parker Smith is working at Martin's Bakery in Shelburne Falls. Iune Streeter is employed by the New England Telephone Company in Shelbume Falls. Ruth Suprenant is attending Bay Path Institute at Springfield. Kenneth Sutherland is attending Mt. Hermon School for boys at Northfield. Bernice Terrill is working in Greenfield. Ruth Thieringer is working in Greenfield. Russell Tirrell is working in the principal's office at Arms Academy. Anthony Tomulevich is at home. Roberta Ward is working in the Claire Beauty Shop in Shelburne Falls. Charles Waste is attending North Adams State Teachers' College. Barbara Watkins is attending Northfield Seminary at Northfield. Donald Wheeler is at home. Francis Wilder is on the home farm. Robert Williams is at home. Donald Wood is attending Deerfield Academy at Deerfield. Dorothy W. Reynolds Page Fifty-Four

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THE LAST SMILE The sun streamed through the lacey curtains. making intricate patterns on her cotton dress. It shed its blinding rays upon her wrinkled face, but her eyelids never flickered. Instead she seemed to be staring at it defiantly. Her withered hands rested resignedly in her lap. betraying the boldness of her eyes. Suddenly her frail shoulders shuddered. and she gathered her lavender shawl closer about her as if a draught had caught her. Then, sliding farther down into the overstuffed chair, she rested her head on its back and closed her eyes. So this was the result of years of work. of years of hope never broken with despairl Was this the way all dreams materialized? Was this the outcome of everyone's youthful resolutions? For the first time in her long life she allowed herself to admit failure. For wasn't it fail- ure to find oneself alone, and apparently unwanted, in Fairview Home for the Aged? Wouldn't one call it failure if one's own children neglected to come forward in time of need? Maybe she hadn't been a good mother, though Heaven knew she had tried. Maybe it was old-fashioned to rely on one's children. Was it asking too much of one's family to share their homes with her? Hadn't she shared hers with them? Tears seeped through her tightly closed lids and trickled crookedly down her cheeks. Slowly she opened her eyes and gazed into the distance. The sun. westward bound. glared through the window no longer, and the mountains were becoming purple and dusky. melting into the darkening sky. Somewhere outside a car stopped. For an instant hope soared in her heart once more but died quickly. A tired sigh escaped her: she started violently, for it was almost like voicing her defeat. But why not-what else was there to do? Hadn't Doctor West said when one was old there was little hope? Then why did she keep trying to encourage herself? Gradually her eyes closed again. and her arms lay limp and yielding. A pale moon peered bravely over the mountain and began its nocturnal ascent. A few courageous stars twinkled. for the night was dark and still. as if awaiting a storm. A soft wind swept over the land and blew wisps of gray hair across her face, but so tired was she that she did not bother to brush them back or close the window. Downstairs a young man was leaning over the matron's desk, talking quickly and earnestly in low tones. Suddenly the woman pulled open a drawer and started to run through her files. Finding the desired card, she rose and beckoned the man to follow her. They started up the stairs. The young man continued talking, only now he appeared to be pleadingl But don't you understand? Of course I received her letters, but I wanted to save it ior a surprise. Doctor West told me definitely yesterday afternoon that the operation ought to be a success. He and several other doctors had talked over all possibilities and prob- abilities and decided that there would be very little risk. Don't you see, I wanted to wait till I could send her some definite news? As it is now, I can hardly wait to tell her that we'll be able to go on that trip after all, and she'll be able to see just as well as I. The matron turned to him and smiled. She knew that he meant it, and she realized that all the miserable thoughts she had entertained about this son were wrong. This is the room. You go first. He opened the door softly and crept cautiously across the room to where the little old woman sat. Motherl I'm herel The moon had climbed one quarter of its way and was shining in upon her smiling face for a moment beiore it disappeared behind a cloud. He always said she had died smiling. because she knew in her heart that he would come. But he was wrong: she had passed on smiling at herself for foolishly hopingl Shirley Lowell. '39 Page Fifty-Six