Bancroft School - Blue Moon Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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THE BLUE MooN 55 by nipping me gently. Oh yes, Bessie and I were the best of friends, and often when we were separated for the night, we both cried. Her beautiful brown eyes would fill with enormous tears and she would moo in a melan- choly tone outside my window. In the summer of 1928, when I was ten, we rented a cottage on the Cape. There was no barn, but Bessie soon trained herself to sleep on a cot in the kitchen. She swam beautifully, and we made it a habit to go swimming every morning at ten o'clock. Bessie adopted a sort of cow-paddle, and I rode on her back. One day when I was out rowing, I fell overboard and nearly drowned, but Bessie arrived in the nick of time to rescue me. Do you wonder I loved her? . Now I come to the tragic part of my story. One day I was invited to go on a visit and accepted with alacrity, thinking of course that Bessie would go with me. Much to my astonishment and dismay, the conductor would not allow Bessie to share my compartment on the train, so I could not take her. tOf course I would not trust her to the baggage car.j While I was away. Bessie wept and pined, and I was poisoned by the milk I received lnever before having had any milk except Bessie'sj. So Bessie and I both died, and are now buried in the same grave. ANONYMOUS lOn request, the author will furnish proof of her veracityfb FAITH ADAMS, 1933 A NOVEL EXPERIENCE LEANING on the rail of the S. S. Judith Paris, Mary Leith looked back at France and sighed. She turned to her Maid-in-Waiting and said, Emma, We are on our Westward Passage. Only Yesterday I was Paris Bound, and today I am A Free Soul! That night at The Captain's Table she found herself seated between Miss Pinkerton, an elderly Woman in White from Cranford, who believed in Perfect Behaviour, and Henry Esmond, a young man full of Sense and Sensi- bility. Tell me all about yourself, said Henry Esmond as he leaned toward The Lovely Lady. My Story wouldn't interest you. As You Like It, but I should be glad to hear it, Well, to begin, I was born at Northanger Abbey. a Bleak House. The Family intended to marry me to Silas Marner, Once a Grand Duke, and I had The Education of a Princess, but I ran away at Seventeen for America. At this Miss Pinkerton interrupted to tell them that the rest of the table had already adjourned to watch the Wl'Ul9f,S Moon on The Waves. Later on the top deck Henry had Great Expectations, but Mary had Pride and Prejudice. She was soon found to be an Ex-Wife and people thought her A Lost Lady, but they were wrong. The Gay Year was over and she was glad to be Far from the Madding Crowd.

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54 THE BLUE MOON Oh yes! He's going to get two of his friends to take these kids, too. Isn't it just simply too - This is good candy you've got here, interrupted Miss Pleasurelove. How about handing some of it over here? drawled Miss Leisure. Well, we simply must be going, said Miss Gad-about. There are still some girls I haven't told, and it's just too thrilling to miss! And if you should ever want to go places some night, just call me up and I'll get you a boy. Well, toodle-oo. What's your hurry? queried Miss Leisure. Come on, said Miss Pleasurelove, hastily grabbing a handfull of candy, there probably will be some more candy at Greedy's house. And so the three girls left Miss Easy-led. Miss Easy-led sighed and picked up her book, but somehow it had lost its flavor, and she put it down again. Would it be wrong? I wonder-- Her meditation was rudely interrupted by her mother, Mrs. Boss-all, who wanted to know what those unprincipled, good-for-nothing young nobodies wanted. i'Nothing, was the enlightening reply. i'Humph! Mrs. Boss-all rearranged the sofa pillows, and picked up the candy papers scattered on the floor. Mother, Miss Easy-led ventured, it isn't very wrong to go out with boys you've never met, is it? Well, I'm sure no child of mine shall ever do anything so disgraceful, even if she's an old maid all her life. You get back to your book, I've got to look after supper: it's burning. Miss Easy-led sat still a moment in the light of the glowing fire, forgetful of burning suppers, of candy papers on the floor, of disordered sofa pillows, and of tyrannical mothers. Then with a hasty look around her, slowly, timidly she stretched out her hand toward the telephone. HARRIET COLEY, 1933 ,illll A DEVOTED COW A BEFORE I was born, my parents bought a little calf named Bessie. While I was still a baby, Bessie used to take care of me. After wiping her hoofs on the mat outside the door, she would come softly into the kitchen to see if I was awake. If so, she would moo gently, whereupon my mother would put me into my carriage and attach it to Bessie's tail. Then she would trot carefully out the door, down the steps, and into the meadow. After spreading a blanket on the grass with her horns, she would lift me from the carriage with her teeth, and place me on the blanket. To amuse me, she would make queer noises with her tongue while chewing her cud, and, if any of the other cows came near me, she would walk around me in circles to keep them at a distance. When I tried to take my bonnet off in cold weather, Bessie would remonstrate

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56 THE BLUE MOON Henry Esmond whispered softly to her, HI want To Have and To Hold you, and he put his arms around Mary's Neck. Tish, Tish, murmured Mary, It was Springtime for Henry, and he was all Love. There was a Silent Wz'tness to this love affair, a Mr. Aesop, a man of uncertain reputation, who let it be known throughout the Judith Paris that he thought Mary a Bad Girl, who would try to hurry Mr. Esmond into a Consolation Marriage. Just an Impatient Maiden! When Henry heard this tale, he rushed madly to Mary, who denied all such rumors, and cried wildly, The Cheat! That's only one of Aesop's Fables. Time flew as it will when one is with Good Companions, and only Twenty-four Hours remained before the boat docked. The last evening Henry, determined to be The Conqueror, averred, The Crisis is reached. You must decide Tonight or Never. He was in Suspense. As she looked into A Pair of Blue Eyes. she felt The Call of the IVild and answered, I Surrender! The Sentimental Journey ended the next day. ELEANOR THAYER and FAITH ADAMS, 1933 A THING OF BEAUTY THE sun was just up one day as I was walking through the woods. It was during the season when lady's slippers are in blossom, and there were clumps of pink ones everywhere. I turned a bend in the narrow path I was following, and there, against a background of dull gray rock, stood a beautiful white lady's slipper. The ground was damp and covered with green and gray moss, and her fresh, oval-shaped leaves lay in a circle around her stem. She stood up straight and held her lovely white head high in the air. No artist could paint a more beautiful picture. ELIZABETH BRANCH, 1934 A NIGHT IN A TAVERN 1585 I AM sitting on a remote bench in a squalid tavern on the outskirts of London. I have drunk a few mugs of ale and am wholly satisfied with the world in general. Since my last bed was too hard, I have decided to make merry with my friend, the inn-keeper. He is a good soul and has al- ways lent me a few shillings to pay my many creditors. The door opens, let- ting in a gust of chilly air, and I draw my meagre cloak a little closer. A rowdy crowd has staggered in and is shouting for beer, and yet more beer. They are ragged and ill-shaven, and at first glance, would be called merely a group of merry-makers. But, upon closer examination, I find them to be an acting