Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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THE HUTTLESTONIAN 11 overwork and laziness, called by some, “spring fever”. The outside world is in accord with your spirits. One day it is cold, the next warm with a mixture of snow, rain, and sun. If you are a student, you feel that all the universe is against you. Work never seemed heavier! Lessons never end! Teachers are unmerciful and a bore to you! To be sure there is no real cure for this feeling—but it can be alleviated! How? Do some of the work you have been contin¬ ually putting off. It will keep your mind and your hands busy. If you work with a will, it won’t be long before you find yourself recov¬ ering from your attack of spring fever, and you will at least have something to show for it! Once more, then, the world will smile upon you. SHORT STORY CONTEST The announcements of the results of the Boston Traveler Fifth Short Story Contest came to us after the last issue of the magazine had gone to print. We therefore take pleasure in announcing now that of the 125 stories to receive honorable mention, three were written by Fairhaven High School students: “Luck of the Viking”, by Granville Prior; “Three Thousand Years Ago”, by Hope Dudgeon; “The Hero of the Sixth”, by Donald Axtell. The stories are printed elsewhere in this magazine. To each author of these stories, The Traveler has given a “Cer¬ tificate of Honorable Mention”. The stories while not so good as the prize winners, were “ ' mighty close” in the opinion of Mr. Rugg, the short story editor, and they all showed much promise. It is several years since the High School has taken part in The Traveler’s annual contest, and it will be interesting to the student body to know, that the stories written by their schoolmates were ranked in the first 125 of the 1,110 stories submitted by high school students from all over New England. MY REMEMBRANCE OF PORTO RICO Miss Helen Mae Kidd, who lived in Porto Rico for several years, has consented to write her recollections of the island for the present issue of the magazine. Miss Kidd’s impressions of this beautiful is- land on the boundary of the Caribean Sea are most entertaining,

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10 THE HUTTLESTONIAN Ten Minutes With The Principal. H OME Work! Just eight simple letters—yet to some students the lock and key which keeps them from social activities. To other students, they are ' merely eight letters—nothing more. To still others who, unfortunately, do not compare favorably with either the first or second group above mentioned, these words are lights shining along the pathway of ‘‘Success.” Now, getting right down to bed rock, what is “Home Work” ? As Mr. Dickey says, it simply means “the concentration of the mind and will on the task at hand.” If the student himself lacks the in¬ centive to study, his parents should furnish the necessary stimulus to carry him through. They should insist on a minimum of social events from Monday until Friday night. Every student should fully realize what success in High School means. He is really building the foundation of his house for the future. It is up to him to do his best, so that he may face the world squarely, when the time comes, with a house that will stand all scru¬ tiny of life’s critics. Suave speech and a persuasive manner are not always indicative of real worth. Let us, therefore, take the right attitude toward our school work, and ' make the foundation for our future house a firm one! FREDERICK V. SHEARD, ’25. SPRING! It is interesting to note at this time of the year that the noun which signifies energy is also the name of the season when no one has much energy! Spring is here again and with it the feeling of

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12 THE HUTTLESTONIAN Luck of the Viking T HE boys had strolled down to the wharf to watch the photogra¬ phers take the pictures of the scenes in the coming whaling film, “Down to the Sea in Ships”. Their grandfather, an old sea captain, had accompanied them. As they were watching the photographers busily at work, Bob suddenly looked up and asked his grandfather if he wouldn’t tell them a story of whaling. His grandfather consented to do so. Sitting down on a pile of boxes the old man commenced his story: “It was back in 1879 when the bark ‘Viking’ sailed out of New Bedford Harbor on a whaling expedition in the North Atlantic. Her crew consisted of Yankee sailors of New Bedford and mulattoes from Cape Verde. Her captain, Ben Harris, was one of the finest men that ever walked a deck. He was a typical Yankee whaler. The first mate was a man named Stevens. John Morgan, the second mate, was of medium height, broad chested, with muscles of almost herculean strength. A story about him says that once in a fit of rage he had thrown a heavy barrel of whale oil at his opponent. The third mate, Lem Shanks, was a long, thin man, rather loosely built, with eyes which never seemed to be still. “As the vessel sailed out of New Bedford harbor, the captain on turning around from a conversation with the first mate chanced to see Lem Shanks regarding him with a sinister air that could not be¬ token anything but evil. Then and there deep under the skin, some¬ thing told the captain that trouble was brewing in the form of the third mate. “As the morning of the sixth day out dawned, the cheerful cry of ‘Thar she blows’ greeted the sailors. For a moment, the captain for¬ got the third mate and hurried to the starboard rail where the eyes of most of the crew were centered on a black object about one-half a mile from the ship. Immediately he ordered the boats to be lowered. In command of the first he placed Second Mate Morgan, the second he took command of himself, and in the third he placed First Mate Stevens. The Third Mate, Lem Shanks, he left in com¬ mand of the ‘Viking’. The whale, a young bull, was soon harpooned and towed back to the boat. “While the three boats had been absorbed in getting the whale, the Third Mate and the other men left on board the ‘Viking’ had been