Barre High School - Barretone Yearbook (Barre, MA)

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o FRIDAY, THE THIRTEENTH HiC chairiiian of the nasquoradc conmit tee spread out her short swine skirt and sat dovm at the lone oak table, When she had received the attention of the assembled coLuiittee members, she announced v;ith e sve dienity that they wore eathorod to complete plans for the annual masquerade to bo held by the Tonto Cavern Hlyh School. Her announcement was mot with much enthusiasm by the assembly. Tonto Cavern Hiyh was an up-to-date school in an up-to- date Western town of Southern Texas, Durinj the last fifteen years Tonto Cavern had changed from a tiny cattle town to a thrivin ' stock center, thus losing much of its story-book charm of cov boys and rustlers. Has anyone any sur cstion, the chairman asked, as to vdioro vire shall held our masquerade this year? There v;as a scrapinr of foot along the highly polished maple floor, and one young lady arose. She was not beautiful, her silky brov;n skin merely looked as if she had enjoyed the great out-of-doors and robust health, Sho hold her smooth black head proudly erect on shoulders broad and strong. Sho loved life v rith all her might, Eadam Chairman, I have a suggestion to make, sho said, and all oyos turned instantly in the direction of the junior class advisor. When the chairman had given Miss Colt permission to speak, sho plunged headlong into her nows. Her sheer enthusiasm for the beautiful old Colt ranchco did much to convince the crowd that Mr. Colt’s kindness in offering the house for an old fashioned cowboy dance would solve their problem. The picturesque location of the cool, pine log house nestled in a valley whore now green grass and sprouting flowers popped out from everywhere was superb. The house looked out upon crystal snowcapped heads of rugged Mexican I ' .iountains, so near and yet so far, appealing magically to the romantic young hearts. And the glimmering moon which v;as scheduled for that night was fondly visualized by many young hearts as it fell in ghost-like stillness on a vino-covored piazza. Silver and goldon forms could likewise be seen floating lazily about in perfect rhythm v;ith the soft flowing melodies of old Spain and Mexico.

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The follov ing Friday evening Miss Colt placed the Ronantic Rangers just inside the front veranda and v aitod for the high school party to arrive. She v oro a superb Spanish dross and black patent-leather slippers; her shoulders and head wore covered with a Spanish mantilla, and in her hand she carried a huge Spanish fan v;lth jewels flashing merrily with the ex- quisite music and laughing voices. A shiny black horse, heading a group of noisy young people, threaded its v;ay down the trail v hich led to the rancheo and stopped at the side of the wooden corral. Through a hole in the Madeira vine Miss Colt saw a tall, handsomo man dismounting. Huge musclos rippled powerfully beneath his doarskin Indian garb, and his broad shoulders depicted physlca: perfection. After an incredibly long time Apollo advanced with rattling spurs, followed by the other exultant students. In the few moments from the stranger ' s first appearance until his arrival at the corral, every detail of his perfoctioi was imprinted upon Miss Colt ' s mind, the historical pre- ciseness of his costume, the fine breeding of his horse, and his outstanding physical characteristics. Never would she forget that fine physique. When the noisy crowd v ore at last unhorsed and dancing happily. Miss Colt was faced by her hero. ’’May I have the pleasure?” he asked. She accepted almost unknowingly. Wio could this charming person be? Hour followed hour, and Miss Colt, intoxicated by the romantic mystery of her unknown partner, drifted dreamily in his arms to the sv eot strains of Spanish melodies. She was blissfully unaware of the amused glances of the students as they follov ed her about the smoothly polished floor. Suddonly the music ceased, and the century-old bronze dinner gong in the illur,iinod courtyard .chimed out the strokes of midnight. It was time to unmask. She v;ould see her . mystery-man ' s entire face. V ho v as he? Would she knov him? There fell a strange chilling hush, broken by the stranger ' s polite question, ’’And may I--may I remove your mask?” Miss Colt blushed as with clumsy fingers he carefully v orked around the intricacies of her mantilla and coiffure. Finally with embarrassing surprise, the stranger surveyed the young lady. His very own teacher] Quickly her hands flew to his mask, removing it swiftly and surely. But with equal celerity her hands fell. She closed her oyes to hide the hurt surprise gleaming there, but soon woman ' s curiosity forced her to look once again. At first she heard only the low hum of faintness in her ears; then the sound broadened into music and human voices Slowly she realized that first impressions are usually correct. Her mystery-man was really Hiemio Goldberg, Civics I. Janice Ackerman ' 39 '