Bancroft School - Blue Moon Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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CLASS OF I ll1MAN, Hrst semester fSYi.v1A SPH . D i I-I Preszdenls IAN Ol Facully Adviser Mary Atwood Peggy Blackmer Mary Chandler Bullock Vera Bullock Alice Crume Eleanor Daniels Elizabeth Gaines 935 NC1li,second semester MRS. Posi' Barbara Goodwin Janet Heywood Frances Hill Dean Hoffman Barbara Macfarlane Rosamond Riley Sylvia Spence

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THE BLUE MOON 31 A DISSERTATION ON ICE CREAM CkWritten after reading Lamb's On Roast Pigj ICE CREAM, says the History of a Cook, was an accidental discovery of cen- turies ago. Some twenty odd years after the ejection of Lief the Lucky from his beloved land, the volume explains, Oslow, an idiot goat-herd, so much given to sweets that he often carried stolen honey in his pocket, awoke one evening to find himself half buried in snow, his goats shivering, and night approaching fast. He hastily gathered his fold together and made for home. The daft wretch stumbled along for hours, blinded and frightened by the sudden storm, until Hnally, hungry and exhausted, he sank down under the brow of a hill. Catching one of the animals, he prepared a shell Cfor there were no cups in those ancient daysj full of warm, rich milk, adding, of course, a plentiful supply of honey. The portion he had prepared was so bountiful that he drank only part of it and set the rest aside on the freezing snow. Thus warmed and soothed, he lay down for another nap. It was not long, however, before shivering bleats awoke him, and he jumped guiltily from his icy bed, muttering a cry of distress. Now I shall catch it! Where is my shell? He found it barely protruding above the newly fallen snow, which he brushed briskly aside and found to his dismay the concoction of milk and honey frozen. Why lug this stuff along? he grumbled. Now my drink is spoiled. Shaw! -the mess sticks like spruce gum, and is cold as anything! But suddenly the sweet odor of the mess assailed his nostrils, and he was tempted to taste it. He smacked his lips, then sampled a larger portion. Mumm, he muttered, not bad. Don't run away, you goats. - Guess l'll try a bit more. ln short, he sampled so much that he could hardly walk for shivering. As he approached the village, a small crowd of men rushed toward him, waving their sticks and shaking their fists. 'Tm in for it now! he groaned. The master's discovered my absence. Here they all come. Wonder if this honey-snow would appease them? He tried to greet them nonchalantly, grinning from ear to ear, and extending his shell of snow-cream. But they sneered at his novel dish, and dragged him home, scolding and threatening him. Some minutes later, a good deal warmer, he staggered towards his hut, and noisily sobbed forth his indignation. I'll keep its making all a secret now! he cried. 'iIt's different, and it's good! You'll wish you hadn't whipped me, you will. Although stupid, Oslow was also stubborn. He kept his word. The neighbors constantly saw him slink from behind the cabin, wiping his mouth, rolling his eyes, and patting his stomach, and they grew more and more curious, Finally their curiosity grew into longing which could not be stayed,