Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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THE HUTTLESTONIAN 23 The Girls’ Athletic Association T HE object of the Girls’ Ath¬ letic Association is to pro¬ mote and foster inter¬ class and inter-school athletics. The organization hopes in this way to emphasize proper con¬ duct, fair play, alertness, loyalty, courtesy, self-reliance, prompt¬ ness, and persistence. The motto of the association is “Play the Game.” Membership in the A. A. is open to all girls, and re¬ quisite of those taking part in school athletics, as- all athletics are managed by the girls through this organization. Under the auspices of the G. A. A., a tennis match was held early in October on our High School courts. The result of the match was a tie between Fair- haven High girls and New Bed¬ ford High girls. The scores were as follows: Muriel Weeks—Johnny Combs, 6-3, 6-4. Ruth Hunt-Winifred Mellor, 6-4, 4-6, 6-2. Margery Coombs-Dorothy Talbot, 7-5, 6-4. Rosamond Simmons-Laura Gomes, 7-5, 5-7, 6-3. A return match was scheduled at Buttonwood, the latter part of the month. For the beginners in tennis a “Get Your Goat” tournament is now being held. Each girl is given a goat with her name on it. If she wins a game from her op¬ ponent she wins also her goat; if she loses, the opponent gets her goat. The girl who accu¬ mulates the largest number of goats wins the tournament. The most popular form of athletics in the school is hockey. Inter-class hockey games are now in progress. The hockey captains chosen are: Class A, Aldena Brown; Class B, Anna Burke; Class C, Mildred Parkin¬ son. As the freshmen were in¬ experienced they had not chosen their captain at the time of this writing. The G. A. A. are hop¬ ing to have a hockey game with Hope High of Providence or Lexington High, Lexington. Lex¬ ington High is a member of the hockey league of Greater Bos¬ ton. R. J. S., ’26.

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22 THE HUTTLESTONIAN Boys’ Athletics N 1922, Fairhaven’s football team did not know what the word defeat meant. With AAr. Pidgeon’s skillful coaching and the spirit and pluck of the players, the High School had one of the finest teams ever known in its football history. In June, 1923, some of the best players for years were grad¬ uated, and when the fall term of the school year opened, Mr. Pidgeon had a hard time to build up a worthy team. He chose the following line-up: A. Sylvia, rt.; C. Hirst, re.; P. Cieurzo, rg.; F. Dexter, It.; Hawkins, fb.; P. Sullivan, lg.; E. York, le.; Hol¬ land, qb.; B. Terry, lhb.; Mac- omber, rhb. The first game of the season was with Hope High. It was a disappointing defeat. One might almost say that Fairhaven beat itself in this game. The follow¬ ing week, the team met a second defeat—Rockland High School as an opponent. Very poor spirit was shown on the oppos¬ ing team. On October 6, 1923, Fairhaven played Durfee High, the latter expecting to win by two touchdowns. But Fairhaven furnished an agreeable surprise by beating Durfee 7-0. Victory must have tasted good, for the next week Middleboro lost by a score of 25-0. The outlook is good for F. H. S. while Mr. Pidgeon coaches. The following is the list of games scheduled for the remainder of the season: Hyannis at Fairhaven, Octo¬ ber 27, 1923. Whitman at Whitman, No¬ vember 3, 1923. New Bedford at New Bedford, November 17, 1923. E. D., ’25.

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24 THE HUTTLESTONIAN THE PESSIMIST Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eat but food, Nothing to wear but clothes To keep one from going nude. Nothing to breathe but air, Quick as a flash ’tis gone; Nowhere to fall but off, Nowhere to stand but on. Nothing to comb but hair. Nowhere to sleep but in bed, Nothing to weep but tears, Nothing to bury but dead. Nothing to sing but song. Ah, well, alas, alack! Nowhere to go but out, Nowhere to come but back. Nothing to see but sights, Nothing to quench but thirst, Nothing to have but what we’ve got; Thus thru’ life we are cursed. Nothing to strike but a gait; Everything moves that goes. Nothing at all but common sense Can ever withstand these woes. •—Benjamin F. King, Jr. THE BRANCHED ROAD (Concluded from Page 14) Thomas floating close by. Thomas had been rendered unconscious when the boat was crushed. He slowly opened his eyes and extended his hand. His cold, white fingers closed about Brag’s wrist. The raft sank awash by his additional weight. Fear gripped at Brag’s heart. “Let go! Let go!” he screamed. “You’ll drown me.” But Thomas begged through purple lips, “Save me.” Brag watched the glassy stare in Thomas’ eyes with a peculiar fas¬ cination. The steamer was coming nearer, and this man was trying to pull him beneath the cold waves. The cowardly soul of Brag gazed wildly from his eyes like an evil face through a dungeon grate. He screamed and in panic shoved Thomas’ white face below the dark waters. Which only goes to show that, no matter what kind of life is picked out for a man, he will show his true colors in the end. F. J. M., ’27.