Bancroft School - Blue Moon Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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86 THE BLUE MOON SNOW BOUND SATURDAY when my dog was out playing in the snow, I heard him bark louder than ever. I rushed out of the house to see what was the matter. After looking and not being able to find him, I happened to glance over at a big snow drift. All I could see was four little black things kicking. Immediately I thought of Boots, my dog. I ran over to the snow drift and there I found Boots. He was certainly snow bound. Grabbing his legs, I pulled him out. My, how happy he was to be free! PHYLLIS MASSEY, Class V HALLOWE'EN LAST Hallowe'en I went out and shot peas at people's windows. One window was open. The peas went right into a glass of milk. A lady drank the milk and swallowed the peas. DOROTHY DEWEY, Class V ,lL.i.l.-i- GROWN-U PSX - I DO not think much of all the aunts, uncles, ancestors, maids, and all that. Most of them do not know how to play baseball. They claim that it is a boys' game. But girls play it just the same. They are too lazy either to play or pitch for us. The only thing they ever do is listen to the radio. I tell you I do not think much of the lazy people. They are too bossy and order us around like servants. If we want to do this, we have to do that, 'or we have to do our home work. When we are having the best fun, they call us in for supper. After supper they say, Now, children, dear, it is time for bed. Mrs. Smith is a school teacher. She is cross sometimes and not other times. I would not like to be her. She comes clanking down the hall. She always goes without a hat and is always complaining that she is cold. I would hate to be a school teacher. CLASS V AN ACCIDENT This summer my mother was canning peaches. She got one bottle of them too tight and it blew up all over the kitchen. What a sight! We all hurried out of the room. The glass cut my mother's neck, and the peaches went all over her dress. It took her all the rest of the afternoon to clean it up. Now she buys her peaches. ADELE ROLLINSY Class IV T?7T7ese parQraphs were written anonymously, and are unexpurgated.

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THE BLUE MOON 85 just going to stay out and see. So out he stayed. Pretty soon his arms be- gan to get cold, his legs got cramped, and with one last dismal groan he fell dead as a doormat. Wake up, said a voice, and there I was in my own bed. I had been dreaming. MARTHA ESTY, Class VI FOOLED ROBBERS TWO children were playing in an old apple tree in their yard when sud- denly a gust of wind shook the tree, and they heard a loud jingling in- side. It seemed as if there was gold jingling around inside. Did you hear that? said John to his sister Jane. Yes, I wonder what it could be? asked Jane. Let's go tell Mother, said John. All right, answered Jane. As soon as the children had gone into the house, two men came out from behind the bushes and approached the apple tree. Sounds strange to me, Dick. How about you? said one. Well, I certainly want to investigate. But wait till tonight about mid- night. Here come the children now. So saying, both men disappeared whence they had come. This time the father and mother of the two children came out with them. I don't understand it, said Mr. Green, the children's father. It must be your imagination. Well, at least we can have a look. Here's an open hollow. I'll look in. He looked into the hollow. Then he told Mrs. Green to look. There in the bottom was a pile of something gold and shiny. I know what we'll do. Come on, let's shake the tree, said Mr. Green. They shook the tree and there was the jingle, jingle-just as the children had heard it before. They all looked at each other in wonder and astonish- ment. I'm going downtown. I'll be back soon, said Mr. Green. It was then about five o'clock, and it was about eleven before Mr. Green came back, bringing two policemen with him. They all went out to the apple tree, and the men began hacking away at it. After a while one of the policemen stopped to admire the bushes. Just as he did so, the two robbers came out from behind the bushes, and at the same time the tree split open, revealing a pile of gold. The policemen caught the two robbers at once, and oh! what greedy eyes sought that pile of gold. No one ever found out how the gold got there. BARBARA BIGELOW, Class VI

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THE BLUE MOON 87 OUT OF LUCK Snubby was walking along one day and saw Bounce, a cat. Hal Hal I haven't forgotten that scratch on my nose, said Snubby and bounded after her. Bounce climbed a tree. Looking up at her, Snub saicl,'i What would I do if I Caught her? wsissmz BLOOD. Class iv WHO IS HE? One day I saw a bird on a blade of grass. He was gray and brown with a yellow patch on the back of his neck. Swinging merrily to and fro, he poured forth his rollicking song. He was telling the world how happy he was. RUSSELL SIBLEY, Class IV He is a dark man. His pants are long and white. On his head perches a little white cap. His tie swings in the breeze. He spies from the highest ' P mast. Can you guess who he is. LIDORRA GOULD, Class IV A short, dark-skinned man with helmet covering his head and wearing big khaki pants goes darting by. Shaky hands reach out for his legs. On he dashes for the goal. He reaches it. 'AHurrah! Hurrah! shout the crowd. G h h ' ? uess W O 6 'S DAVENPORT BOWKER, Class IV .THE LONELY CHINESE PRINCESS LONG ago there was a Chinese princess who was very lonely. Her father would not let her go outside the walled garden. One day she ran away from her nurse. She spied a stubby mulberry tree. On the tree she saw some worms eating the leaves. Then she visited them every day. One day she discovered that they were dead, at least she thought that they were. She had a burial feast with tea. One of the cocoons dropped into her cup of tea. She started to pick it up and a little thread stuck to her finger. She ran to her mother, the Empress Si Ling Chi, who twisted the fibers to- gether, This is the way silk was discovered. CAROL GASKILL, CIZISS A VIEW AS SEEN FROM THE TOP OF NEWTON HILL ONE morning we went to Newton Hill. We stood on the top of the hill. The wind was all smooth. The clouds were like cotton, and the roofs were golden from the sun. The world looked so humpy, and the sun was pouring into my eyes' CRAIG EMMONS, Class III