Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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THE HUTTLESTONIAN 15 Commercial Club Initiation N Tuesday, October the ninth, at 3:15 o’clock, the Junior mem¬ bers of the Commercial Class lined up outside of the gymnasium, ready to be initiated into the Commer¬ cial Club by the Senior members. The Juniors were blindfolded, and each was led into the “gym” by a Senior. Half of the Junior boys (possibly because they were bashful) came in late, but they certainly received their share of ' the initiation,—and then some. Ancient eggs, five thousand years old, crocodiles straight from the Nile, and angle worms, which were fine eating, all added to the fun at the initiation. Judging from the screams and laughter of the Juniors, they evidently enjoyed their tortures as much as did the Seniors, who watched them “take their medicine.” After going through all the stunts, the members were seated in a circle around the center of the “gym”, and each Junior had a chance to show his, or her, ability in doing a stunt, before they could remove their blindfolds. They also had to swear solemnly to live up to the Shorthand Oath: “I solemnly swear, By the hair of my head, To each night do my Shorthand, Before going to bed. I’ll not park under lamp posts, Or sit on a stone wall, For the next day in Class, My Shorthand will fall.” Refreshments, consisting of fancy cookies and ice cream were then served to make up for previous harsh treatment. The ice cream hap¬ pened to be banana, and it was suggested by one of the committee

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14 THE HUTTLESTONIAN “I can’t,” gasped Jimmie. “Shot—my lungs!” Down the alley came a thunder of feet. A whistle piped shrilly. “Give me just a lift. We’ll make it,” Jimmie assured, forcing his voice to hide his pain. Brag’s face paled. The police were coming. Why should he wait for Lee and cast himself into their hands? “Don’t quit on me,” begged the wounded man. “I helped you— four years ago.” Brag saw the flash of brass buttons closing in on him. The cow¬ ardly soul of Brag gazed wildly from his eyes like an evil face through a dungeon grate. Jimmie saw, and sobbed as Brag turned and fled. »] rj» The rain came down in torrents and swept in white sheets along the deck. The ship reeled and rolled as if drunk. Whenever there came a flash of lightning it illuminated a vast expanse of tossing grey water. Dick Brag standing on the bridge of the Esthonia looked on this scene and sneered, sneered at the weather and at the pale face of th e man beside him. Four years ago when he had shipped on board the Esthonia he had met Thomas who had been in the same position as he. Together they had risen in the service till, owing to Brag’s ability to drive men, he had been made captain and at the same time Thomas became chief officer. Thomas had stood by him on several perilous occasions. But for all that, the paleness of Thomas’ face caused Brag’s thick lips to curl with scorn. Then there came a rending shock. As the ship began to settle the decks, which were deserted previously, became crowded with panic- stricken passengers. A groan went up as a boat was smashed in the davits by a tremendous wave. But this was changed to a cry of joy when a sheet of lightning more vivid than the rest, showed a steamer in the offing toiling valiantly through the heavy seas to the rescue. Four boats were launched safely. Brag and Mr. Thomas left in the last boat. As it dropped swiftly to the dark water below, the ship lurched and in an instant the boat was crushed like an egg shell against its side. Brag struck the water with a cry. When he reached the surface his hand clutched at some floating debris. He clambered on to it. It stayed afloat. Then he looked about and saw the pale face of (Concluded on Page 24)

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THE HUTTLESTONIAN 16 that we sing “Yes, We Have No Bananas”, for the benefit of those returning for a second helping. Dancing followed the refreshments, and music was furnished by Eleanor Haney and Grace Caswell. The committee in charge of the initiation was as follows: Helen Douglas, Chairman, Ethel Winterbottom, Franklyn Young, Alfred Sylvia and Margery Coombs. The Commercial Club is not wholly a social organization. Busi¬ ness efficiency, and the aim and future work of the Commercial stu¬ dents will be taken up at the various meetings during the year. The officers of the Club are as follows: President—Helen Douglas. Vice President—Alfred Sylvia. Secretary and Treasurer—Margery Coombs. M. C., 74. HE first Senior dance of the 1924 class was held Friday evening, October 19, 1923, at eight o’clock. It was a Hallowe’en party and the gymnasium was attractively decorated in black and orange colors representative of the autumn festival. Music was fur¬ nished by Yeager’s Orchestra. During intermission ice cream, candy, and punch were sold. The patrons and patronesses were Mr. and Mrs. John F. Goggin, Miss Dorothy Muzzey and Miss Margaret Siebert. The ushers were Waldo Haydon, John Hawkins, Earl York, John Parker and Fred Sheard. Over two hundred guests enjoyed a very pleasant evening and much credit is due Bradford Terry, chairman of the dance committee, and his able and willing assistants whose efforts made the dance both so¬ cially and financially such a success. M. D. W., 74.