Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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THE HUTTLESTONIAN 25 On the Wire B rrr - “Fairhaven High School.”— “Hold the line a moment and 1 will connect you with the head of the Commercial Department.” “Head of the Commercial Depart¬ ment speaking.”— “Yes, we run an employment bureau. 1 have a card for each pupil who has graduated from the department and en¬ deavor to keep the file up to date. Whenever a pupil changes his position 1 am notified, and change the card ac¬ cordingly; therefore I am always able to recommend to business men the type of assistants they desire.”— “No, I have no one out of a posi¬ tion at present. All of last year’s class have very good positions, I believe, and the salary you offer is too low. No one has gone out under $12.00 a week and almost everyone reecives more.”— “Yes, some of last year’s class are receiving $18.00 a week and the majority $15.00.”— “Yes, we have a system whereby all Seniors in the Commercial Course who have done excellent work may leave school in May and finish their course in an office.”— “Yes, we placed most of the class before they graduated last year. Certainly, 1 would be very glad to send you an excellent stenographer on May 1.”— “Yes, I should be pleased to place you on my list.”— “No, I regret I cannot put you first; there are several previous re¬ quests.”— “Very well, thank you. I am glad to be of service to the business men of Fairhaven and New Bedford.”

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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.

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26 THE H UTTLESTO N1AN Mathematics SHALL WE HAVE A MATHEMATICS CLUB? E ARLY in November a meeting will be called for the purpose of discussing the advisability of organizing a mathematics club. Such a club might be honorary, membership being limited to pupils who are doing at least B work in mathematics. The purpose of the club would be two-fold: first, to organize students with a com¬ mon interest that they may meet as a social group, and second, to provide the opportunity for further acquaintance with mathematics both as a tool and a pastime. Regular meetings would be held with perhaps an occasional outside speaker on mathematical subjects. Are you interested ? If so, attend the meeting when it is called. Considerable interest was shown recently by members of the senior and junior mathematics classes in the following “mind teaser” brought to class by E. Knowlton: X= 1 X2=j X2=X X2—1 — X—1 XM = X-1 X-l X-l (X+1) (X—1) =X-1 X-l X-l X+1 = 1 1 + 1=1 2=1 Can you find out what is wrong with it ? Mr. Staples: “What is two times nothing?” Student (?) : “Two.”