Easthampton High School - Echo Yearbook (Easthampton, MA)

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fashioned safe which stood in the corner. It took him only a moment to open it as he was skilled at such things. Seizing a bundle of bills, he shut the door, and, tipping his hat to the helpless storekeeper, he stepped jauntily to the door and bumped his nose right against the black muzzle of a Colt's automatic revolver. '4Better put your hands up, son, said the old white-haired man who had risen from his seat on the porch, I guess you've pulled off your last holdup. In the future, it would be a good idea to let people finish what they're saying. Bebe, the storekeeper, was saying, when you so rudely interrupted him, that the people who had elected old Silas Wintergreen for sheriff made a mistake. F. R. MULLIXLY '36 THE LONE EAGLE The day had come, The hour was nigh, That our Lone Eagle Was scheduled to fly. Contact, was called. The motor roared, And into the sky, Alone, he soared. Over the ocean Above the wave Rode our Lone Eagle, His heart so brave. And when it was o'er That perilous flight The whole world rejoiced,- He had won the light. Unselfish and fearless All, he did give. And forever, we know, His name will live. DOROTHY EWING '35 MORNING ON THE BAY The bay-smooth as glass-stretches out to meet the sea in unchanging gray expanse. Two lone boats float side by side anchored to a post. These boats are dark, clumsy-looking little vessels, but one gets the idea that with their full blown sails bellowed out in the wind they are quite different looking objects. Eighteen

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bring the butcher to the courtroom. I shows the judge the last furter on the string that was half chewed off by me hound. The butcher shows up and is questioned by the judge very neatly. The butcher tells the story of the hot dog robbery and he tells the judge that I'm the dog's master if the dog sticks to me. When they asked me Where I was the night before, I gets the watchman of the town to identify me as the hobo who got off the freight that morning so I couldn't have stolen the jewelry and the judge finally sees that I'm innocent, but the dis- trict attorney pleads for another trial and I'm held with me dog. The next day we were set free by the district attorney and I buys me dog a whole pound o' hot dogs. About a month later, the real murderer is found and me and Pal, as I named him after the trial, rejoicesf, I turned around to see the gang all asleep except one, and I says to him, a young kid, I wouldn't part with Pal for de world now. The youngster says I wisht I had a dog like that. The wind drifted in through the cracks of the barn and the hobo nestled up closer to a shaggy hound that yawned in his sleep. I Louis SUDNICK '34 ....l.l-.T- ONE TOO MANY Dick Owen was an accomplished criminal. He had robbed countless banks all over the country and had robbed them all, for he was too slippery for the law. Recently, however, things had been different. The police in the large cities were more efficient. Burglar alarms at banks were more dangerous. Why, the last time he had robbed a bank, he had just barely escaped being caught. This time he was going to play safe, and rob some post office in some lonely little hamlet. Accordingly, the next day, he got into his speedy little roadster and started out for the little town of Jonesville. Arriving there, he stopped his car in front of the general store where the post office was, and got out. The general store was a rather rough-looking building with one story covered in front by a large long porch. This porch was deserted except for a solitary old man who was sitting in one of the high-chairs and snoring lustily. Dick passed on into the store without apparent concern, bade the store- keeper a cheery good-day. 'tGood mornin, replied the storekeeper from a rickety chair tilted back at a rather precarious angle, Nice weather, ain't it, he commented. After the exchange of the usual formalities, Dick got down to business. You all alone here? he asked. 'tYes. That is exceptin' Si Wintergreen, that old feller you saw sittin' out yonder on the porch. You know, that reminds me of the last town election. Why, they elected old --'I and here he was interrupted by Dick. Shut up and put your hands up, ordered Dick in a very smooth and quiet voice. The storekeeper looked surprised and bewildered, but he put his hands up just the same. With quick, sure movements Dick tied the storekeeper's hands together and placed a gag over his mouth. Then he stepped over to the large, o'd- Seventeen

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Now their bare masts and rigging look lost and lonesome. Dark purple and blue shadows quiver below the boats and make them look more vacant and lonesome than ever. ' The empty beach stretches up to meet the trees and houses which seem to be peacefully slumbering. Above this scene great puffy, white clouds float through the azure sky. In an hour this quiet scene will have changed and the world will once more be busily humming through the day's routine. , IRENE JOHNSTON '36 SPIRIT OF YOUTH Oh, Penslve, restless, fiery youth Turning eager face toward The bright horizon of thy dreams, Keep thy vision undetiled, Pure and free from taint of sin. Hand in hand with Courage, Hope, Seek the Fount of Happiness. Oh, precious, buoyant, vital youth Keep that spark of life, sublime- Those dauntless comrades Love and Faith Who wage with shining swords of Truth The war for righteous Peace and Joy. Sorrows soon may knit thy brow And hoary grow thy locks of gold, But when the summit thou hast gained Turn back the leaves of yester-year, Ah, hast thou still that glorious gift- The gift of Youth, divine? RUTH PIPER HISTORY OF 34 Now that we are about to leave our dear old' High School, let us steal a few minutes to look back over our four years of High School together. We got started on the road to higher education, two hundred and four strong, under the guidance of Miss Segal, as class adviser. We elected Robert Buzzee President, Elizabeth Purrington vice president, Agnes McLean secretary, Alfred Briere treasurer. We started under a great handicap. We had to attend the afternoon session, starting at 1:30 and ending at 4:30. The upper classes attend- ed the morning session so we felt sort of isolated from the rest of the classes. It wasn't long before the Juniors made us feel more at home by giving a party in the town hall November 7, 1930. All enjoyed the play and dancing that followed. Nineteen