Easthampton High School - Echo Yearbook (Easthampton, MA)

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Julia grimaced but took it off. Just then the bell sounded for her and at the same time her mistress's voice called, Marie, come here! Julia knew well that Miss Harwyek had already dismissed and hired a number of servants for no reason at all. All the way up to her mistress's room she pulled, tugged, squeezed, and all but tore at the soft and luxurious cape, but to no avail. She was at the door already. H Oh well, I might as well get it over with, she thought as she was about to 'urn the knob. H Is that you, Marie? inquired her mistress. Oni, mademoiselle. C'est moi, answered Julia breaiing heavily. Never mind then, Marie, because I found what I wanted. You may return to your work. Julia heaved a sigh of relief and turned away, almost running. She was going back to Mrs. Trent, she would take the wrap off without any trouble. But in the hallway, she was stopped by a young man who said, t'Ah, Miss Harwyek, I'm from the News. l've been waiting a long time to interview you, continued he, taking her hand and leading her out of the house. f'You don't mind, I'm sure. The taxi's waiting, outsidef, t'But I-, protested Julia. I understand, he said, interrupting her. 'LI just want you to answer a few questions. Why do you always avoid newspapermen? Why do you always cover your face when the cameraman comes along? he fairly dragged her into the cab. But-, and Julia knew this young man was hopeless. What kind of reporter was he if he didn't let people talk? He jabbered on. You know, we're really not bad fellows when you get to know us, etc., etc. f'Please-, stammered Julia. Now then Miss Harwyck, what do you want me to put in the paper? asked the young reporter. But, that's what I wanted to tell you all this time, she said drawing the long cape aside and revealing her maid's uniform. I am not Miss Harwyck. I'1n only her maid. As the stupefied reporter sank back into his seat, the taxi-driver said, his voice none too gentle, Sixteen dollars, sir! Phyllis Moryto, '37 BROTHER I have a little brother, Who loves to play with me And how I can stand him is More than I can see. Y eighteen

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On snowy curtains And sparkling windowsg Or watch a butterfly so gay Light a moment, and fly awayg Did you ever see Simple things as these, And feel as though your heart would burst With love of Life and God? Irene Johnston, '36 MANHATTAN MIXUP This story was written to show that anything can happen in a big and noisy city like New York. Marie, lay out my things. I am going to a party, early tonight. Oni, oui, mademoisellef' Marie was not her name at all, but Julia Morris. She was of a light com- plexion and had soft and wavy black hair. When she was hired by Miss Harwyck, it was understood that she would take on a French accent. Event- ually, Julia Morris became Marie. The more French accent her speech had, the better Miss Harwyck liked it. Marie prepared her mistress's clothes carefully. When she had finished that, she went about her other duties. As she did them she thought how fortunate Miss Harwyck was, and wished herself in her mistress's position. Little did she think what would happen that evening. The hour drew near for Miss Harwyck's departure. She called for Marie as she surveyed her tall, slim figure in the long mirror. Marie, I'ni afraid I'll be delayed. The clasp on my wrap is loose. I want you to fix it. I'll need it in an hour. Dui, oui, mademoiselle, said Julia, as she obediently took the beautiful cloak away. Julia knew that she would never be able to bend the little clasp without breaking it, so she took it to Mrs. Trent, the housekeeper, who was an expert at those things. The housekeeper smiled as Julia presented her problem. Mrs. Trent adjusted the tiny clasp with her capable hands, and gave it back to Julia, still smiling and saying, I'll bet you'd look just grand in one o'those shimmering things. Just try it on and le'me see. But Julia whispered protestingly, I d0n't dare or that sneaky butler might find out and tell. I'll lose my job and then what will f do? Oh come Julia, what harm will it do to the old cape anyway? So Julia put it on quite unwillingly fastening the diamond clasp. But do take that maid's cap offf' said Mrs. Trent persuasively, Umaids' caps and evening wraps just don't go at all. seventeen

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He follows me from morn to night, I think he is a bother, Ild like to spank him all the while, But, you see, I have a father. Daniel Symancyk, '37 A PEBBLE A small pebble That we might pick up and then disrard That may seem Just another thing to us Is really beautiful For isn't it A creation of God? T. Rapalus, '37 CLOUDS Clouds, Soft, fleery clouds, Drifting with the breeze, Silently oler head As the days go by So do the clouds. TIME Time, Onward goes, Never ceasing, On its way, Waits not For a soul. Rodwell Putnam, '37 TH E BLOSSOM Sweet blossom, You are no more. To satisfy a selfish desire, They plucked you, Cast you down, Sad and forgotten, You died, Broken-hearted. nineteen