Barre High School - Barretone Yearbook (Barre, MA)

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THE BARRETONE 15 its sudden and unexpected turns. Forward the car ruslied. Around a sharp corner, an unexpected lurch and Turk was on the floor, unconscious. Turk’s eyes opened. He steadied them and gazed at the painting on the wall. He remembered this painting. Dr. Gregg’s country home, in Laurel where he had si)ent many week-ends, had one just like it. Suddenly he became aware of someone’s l)resence. He turned his head and stared — into the eyes of Alice. Behind her stood Ur. Gregg. “W ' hat time is it. Doctor?” asked Turk. “The clock is just striking eight, my boy,” replied th.e doctor. H. Puchalsky, ’31 THANKSGIVING Tony was a first class tramp, if there is such a thing. Every Thanksgiving Tony went to dine with his fellow tramps. They all met and ate in a hall that belonged to the Salvation Army. This organization spent much money each year to feed the poor and needy. Tony had dined here for the last three years. After leaving the hall this time he went to a bench in the jiark and sat down. “I wonder what fun peo- ple get out of helping others.” thought Tony. “There must be something in it or they wouldn’t do it.” In the weeks that followed, he thought much on the subject. The fact is, he thought about it so much that he became sick of it. He tried to for- get it, but he couldn’t. After a while, a change seemed to come in him. He seemed at first glance to be thinner and paler than before. His clothes were a little cleaner. His face and hands were also brighter. d ' he next ' I ' hanksgiving Day came. But Tony didn’t ap])ear at Salvation Army headquarters. He had saved ten dollars, and was spending it on a dinner for a poor family. Chester Hjehn, ’31. WHO’S WHO? As a s])ecial feature of the “ILirretone” we are ])resenting to you a group of seven well-known characters. W ' e ho])e that y ju will enjoy identify- ing each of them. In case any prove hard to guess, you will find the answers among the adver- tisements. ( 1 ) Ladies and gentlemen; standing uneasily before you now two men make their appearance, who although small in size, are large in mind. Do not let tlieir beauty sway you, but receive them for what they are. These men have not only received the world’s prize for the most beautiful beards, but also, through ceaseless toil, they have manu- factured a small drop which is a great benefit to all mankind. How many lives has this drop saved, directly or indirectly, as you like it? 1 wager there is not one among you who does not know tliis drop and who has not some feeling of grati- tude toward these men who spent the greater irart of their lives thinking out its formula. It not only soothes the throat but stops that treacherous and uncomfortable tickling. It has a most delicious flavor, that is a delight to all children as well as adults. The name of the makers is engraved and worshii)ped in the most barbarous and remote countries of the earth because they have manufac- tured such a relief for mankind. After my speech, will the man in the front row who is coughing please step forward and receive a sample of this drop with my best wishes, hoping it will cure his most disturbing cough. A. McAndrew. ’32. (2) From his tall, lanky, ungainly frame hung long, thin arms and legs. A small, flat head was i)erched upon his slender, si)indle neck. A long, shaiq) nose. ])rotruding ears, and unusual, large, green eyes, made u]) the rest of his facial form. . s the viibi e school teacher, he was a hard task-master, altb.ough when school was out he ])la} ' ed and roni])ed with th.e boys. His iiosition was looked u]) to in the village liecause of his apparent knowledge. Therefore, every .Sunday he took a ])Iace in the clnirch choir, where his voice coidd l)e heard above the rest. . . h ' rench. ’32. ( 3 ) ' I ' he most characteristic thing al)out her is her ability to get an audience and sway it to her nujod. She is one of the world’s I)est ])ublic speakers. In these days of helter-skelter s])eech, her clear dic- tion is greatly admired and envied. P y looking at her you get the idea that she has a great deal of ability to understand all kinds of people. She has a keen sense of humor, is synqyathetic. and is a very diligent and brave fighter. If you look at her closely you will see that she

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14 THE BARRETONE But that was not all. Don was engaged to Alice, Dr. Gregg ' s only daughter. While Bancroft Rogers lived. Dr. Gregg never spoke against this engage- ment, but the evening after Hr. Rogers ' s burial, he called Don into his study. Don. he said, “if you can carry out the plan of your father, you will not only receive the estate, but Alice, as your wife. If you fail, forget Alice. I ' m not doing this to get rid of you, Don. I know you will succeed. I ' m doing this for the benefit of -Alice and you. A ou know yourself that you have been uncommonly wild in your youth; that you still are. Turn over a new leaf, Don. You can do it. I have spoken to Alice and she agrees with me on this. Report to me one year from to-night by eight o ' clock. Good-bye, and good-luck. From six o ' clock that morning, with the excep- tion of an hour during which he had satisfied his hunger with two sandwiches and some “borrowed tomatoes from a roadside garden, Turk had been on the road and had not yet reached Washington, his destination. Y ' alking was slow, and his only lift was a four mile ride in a darky’s “caterpillar.” Thereafter, proud Dame Fortune ignored him. “Golly ! he muttered to himself, looking at the sun, which served as his “Big Ben.” It’s almost five o ' clock, and here T am still twenty miles from Washington. I’ve got to get a ride or I’ll only dream of the city to-night.’’ “Toot ! Toot !’’ sounded a horn behind him. Turk stepped aside and. as the auto flew past, he cried. “Lift?” Rut the driver, his attention fixed on the long hill which loomed before him continued on. The same thing happened several times again and Turk pro- ceeded to the top of the hill. “On the down-grade they might possiblv stop,” thought he. as he slowly descended. He heard the roar of an approaching truck. “It might aid mv cause. There’s alwavs plenty of room in trucks.” He turned, just as it came over the crest, and waited. It was a truck owned by the Outdoor -Advertising Co.. Inc. Painted on it were some of the popular advertisements of the dav. Turk’s wave went unheeded. He grumbled indignantly. “See -America first? AYah ! They advise you to and then they don’t help you out a bit.” .After making six or seven more attempts during the course of the next mile, he plodded onward through the town of Laurel. “I ve got to get to A ' ashington before eight o clock. Aly one year is up tonight. Something radical must be done. He toiled onward slowlv. “By golly! I ' ve got it! I’ll try it, at least.” W hen he arrived at the crest of a fairly large hill, he stopped, took his red handkerchief from his pocket, and waited. His wait was almost immedi- ately rewarded. He heard a car coming and rushed to the center of the road waving his danger signal. The a])proaching motorist momentarily slackened his speed, then pushing the accelerator to the floor, swooped down upon Turk like a hawk upon its prey. But he. unlike Mr. Coolidge. chose to run and with a leap landed in the dust by the roadside. His ruse as an inspector of something or other had failed ! He slowly rose to his feet and brushed the dust from his clothes. He began to walk, but after a few steps, he halted. His ankle pained him so intensely that he realized it was sprained. It was rapidly swelling. Down on one knee he deliberated. His whole future depended upon his getting to Washington that evening. A es. he must go on at all costs. Turk pulled himself to his feet and gazed down into the valley. Xo farmhouse was in sight. Dusk was slowly coming upon the gloriously colored landscape. In depths of despondency he continued onward with a limp. Every other step served as a test for his nerve. To each car, going in his direction, he waved his hand, but still his efforts brought no result. For a mile or so he limped on. The pain had affected him so that he was pressing on in a daze. “Fate, he thought, “has decided against me. I am being punished for my early sins. All this year 1 have been learning lessons. I have tried to carry out the clause in the will, and have learned what my father wished to teach me. For three hundred and sixty-four days Lady Luck was with me. yet on this last day she sought a new com])anion ! X ' othing is over until it — Ow !” he cried with pain as he twisted his injured ankle by staggering off the road. “Golly, it’s no use going on through the darkness this way. If I go much farther. I ' ll drop in my tracks. AYs.” sighed he slowlv shaking his head. “yes. I have to give np — .” “He ' s hurt badly. came a frightened feminine voice. “We’ll have to rush him to the hospital — to AAYshington !” “AYs. was the faint response. That was enough for Turk. He kept silent while thev dragged him into the car. All his injuries and sore spots were forgotten ; he would get to his destination that evening before eight ! They headed for Washington, but alas ! When they had proceeded a short distance, the driver stopped, turned around, and headed the other way. “It’s onlv ab out three miles to Laurel.” she ex- plained. ‘We’ll get there in a jiff} ' -” Another twist of fortune! Turk’s heart stopped. Then he realized what was happening. He wanted to erv out. but something restrained him. Tears of despair rolled down his cheeks. This was life with

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16 THE BARRETONE has thick, curly hair, red-gold in color, penetrat- ing, laughing eye.s and a well-shaped mouth and chin. O ' le greatly resembles her father and has inherited his ability as a leader. She is a gallant heroine of peaceful battles and is commander of an army that serves mankind. Lois Harrington, ' ,12. ( 4 ) d ' his well-known man was tall and spare, with heav black hair and grey eyes. He always held fast to his purpose; he was calm and cjuiet. Ex ' cept for a few weeks at a ru- ral school he was self-educated. There are many sturies regarding his honesty. He was very mcjd- est, as his autobiography, written for “Lanman’s Dictionary of Congress. shows. He was friend- ly. kind, sympathetic, forgiving, and was always he]])ing others. He is respected and loved by everyone today. Lois Lincoln, ' 32 . ( 5 ) She is a motheriy sort of old Dutch matron. She is dressed in a stiff blue dress covered with a large u bite a])ron. On her head she wears a white Dutch ca ' p and on her feet, large wooden shoes, cnhe carries in her hand a can of cleansing material wliich .gives her her name. She runs from house to house chasing the dirt out of the corners and crevices. She has a pleasingly plump figure with a jolly face. Her bright blue eyes shine out brightly from the dejrths of her white cap. Her deanuness is a household word. D. Brooman. ' 32 . ( 6 ) ' i ' nis humorous personage is one of the most lamous characters in comic land. He is so tall and s.im that his figure closely resembles that of a toothpick. He usually wears a slouch cap which conceals all of his face except his long nose, big ears and huge mouth. His sweater has narrow horizontal stripes all over it. His trousers, of a brilliant red color, reach to his ankles. He wears no shoes. ex])osing h.is huge bare feet even in zero weather. When he runs from “de ol’ boys. he seems to take strides from ten to fifty feet long. X. Patterson, ’32. ( 7 ) Xever before have I met anyone so modest. As he addresses the multitude of eager ])eople, hi ' , light wavy hair is ruffleil by the gentle lireeze an I his blue eyes twinkle while a friendly smile plays ai)out his lijis. His thoughts liring this about, not because he is thinking about himself. — his sub-- ject is as far removed from that as jiossible — bui because he is thinking of the jieople to whom he IS talking ' . Me is tall and slenderly built but of a type that can endure many bitter hardshijts. A usual, h.c is nrejiared for any une.xjiecied occur- rence. lie is the hero for all the morlern hero- worshipjiers. F. Hancock -32. THE VALUE OF A SCHOOL PAPER “Cf what value is a school paper? someone may ask. Xumerous students nill reply, “It is only e.xtra work and bother. few townspeople will add. “It hampers the work of the students. However, a majority of the answers will favor a school paper, as it oft’ers a great oi)]K)rtunity to the students. By means of a school jiajier the students are able to express their views on important local to]i- ics and to discuss other subjects in which they are interested. All in alb a school pa])er seems to stimulate far better work on the part of the pu- ])ils. !t aids in their training by placing responsi- bility u])on them and teaching co-operation, wh.icli is essential in business. In addition it in- creases th.e general knowledge of all its readers, and the home and the school are brought closer to- gether.