Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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THE HUTTLESTONIAN 19 A Memory F ROM out of the somewhere into the glow Of the setting sun, came a memory dear, And I stood enthralled as it faded slow, For the memory to me had brought a tear. A book, a rose, a ring, and then sorrow, The sun sank low in its golden bed, But no promise of a fair tomorrow Came with its rays of purple and red. Alone I gazed far o’er the ocean’s crest, The purple and red reflected there Dimmed, and were lost in its white foamy breast. Ah! deep in those depths lay my memory fair. The evening star from its sunset bed Shone forth with glory and radiant light, Deepening the shadows as the darkness fled, Flooded the earth with God’s love and might. Flooded my heart with a deep peace and love, Lifted my cross,—and no fear I knew As I raised my eyes to that star above, In grateful thanks for that memory true. MURIEL CHAMBERLAIN, ’26.

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18 THE HUTTLESTONIAN S INCE the last issue of “The Huttlestonian”, the Faculty body as such has met only at teachers’ meet¬ ings. Interests have been variously spread over student activities, the Senior play, and dramatics outside of school, and always, of course, by the all-important game of making teaching what they would like to have it. One evening, all the teachers of the town were invited to attend a meeting of the Colonial Club where they were warmly greeted by the members and entertained by a lecture on “Fairhaven Houses” by Mr. Thomas Tripp. Hu¬ morous allusions to famous local char¬ acters, and bits of personal experience made the talk very entertaining. There was opportunity, too, for the teachers to meet many citizens of the town with whom they might otherwise not have become acquainted. Several members of the Faculty, during the fall and winter, have been attending one or both of two courses given weekly in New Bedford under the University Extension system. Both courses were given especially for teachers, by profes¬ sors from the Graduate School of Education at Harvard University. “Methods of Secondary School Education” was given by Professor Beatley, and “Principles of Elementary Education” by Professor Mirick. Occasionally, groups of the Faculty follow other pursuits of a lighter nature,—getting plenty of exercise and black-and-blue spots in hilarious basketball games on certain afternoons in the school gymnasium.

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20 rHE HUTTLESTONIAN Laborer—And have they tall build¬ ings in America, Pat? Pat—Tall buildings have they? Faith, Mike, the last one I worked on we had to lay on our stomachs to let the moon pass. —The Record. Teacher—What is the plural of mouse, John? John—Mice. Teacher—Correct. Now the plural of spouse? John—Spice. —The Widow. Professor—What is density? Student—I can’t define it, but I can give an illustration of it. Professor—The illustration is good. Sit down! —Juggler. The first number of the daily pa¬ per issued by Henry Ford, the motor car manufacturer, had a dashing headline across the front page: “What Can We Do for Suffering Humanity?” A rival paper had an answering line next day: “Put Another Spring in the Cushions, Henry.” —The Automobilist. During a dust storm at one of the army camps, a recruit sought shelter in the cook’s tent. “If you’d put the lid on that camp kettle you would not get so much dust in your soup.” “See here, my lad, your business is to serve your country.” “Yes,” replied the recruit, “but not to eat it.” —Brown. A visitor said to a little girl: “And what will you do, my dear, when you are as big as your mother?” Said the modern child, “Diet.” —Tit-Bits (London). Dr. Mackintosh took a trip to Buf¬ falo recently where he was presented with a parrot. Doc believes he knows all about parrots, and under- » took to teach what he thought to be a young mute bird to say “Hello!” in one lesson. Going up to its cage he repeated that word in a clear voice for several minutes. The parrot at first paid not the slightest attention. At the final “Hello!”, however, the bird opened one eye, gazed at the man, and snapped out, “Line’s busy!” —Life,