Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 130 of the 1925 volume:

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We feel we are in a position to better serve our customers — both old and new — and trust we may be favored with deposits from readers of “The Huttlestonian.” OPEN DAILY — 9 A.M. to 3 P.M. SATURDAYS — 9 A.M. to 4 P.M. TABLE OF CONTENTS PAGE EDITORIAL STAFF -------------- 10 DELIGHT (A Poem) ------------- - 11 EDITORIALS: Ten Minutes With The Principal - -- -- -- -- 12 Our Honor List - 13 The Copperhead 13 A Word of Appreciation - 13 The Literary Club - 13 THE SEA PLAYS THE AVENGER (A Story) ------- 14 TWO POEMS BY HELEN MARTIN - 16 SOCIAL NOTES - 17 A STORY FOR CROSS-WORD PUZZLE FANS ______ 18 IN THE HISTORY OF F. H. S. (A Cartoon) - -- -- -- 19 TEMPTATION (A Cartoon) - 20 FACULTY NOTES 21 MURDOCK PHONES, RADIO DETECTIVE (A Story) _ _ _ _ 22 JOKES - 26 ATHLETICS: Boys’ - 28 Girls’ - 29 WHY BOTHER TO EXERCISE? - 30 DEPARTMENT NOTES: Commercial Club - 31 Latin Department: Notes From Carpe Diem Sodalitas - 32 French Department: Les Cloches De Noce Sur L’lle De Terreur _____ 33 Domestic Science: Milady’s Wardrobe - 34 Why? - 34 Music Appreciation - 35 History: Northern and Southern Prisons During the Civil War _ _ _ 36 Cross-Word Puzzle - 38 THE COW THAT PIERRE DREW (A Story) - -- -- -- 40 THE GODDESS OF MORNING (A Poem) ________ 41 VIRTUES (A Poem) - 42 EXCHANGES THE GARDEN BETWEEN WALLS (A Story) _______44 ALUMNI — -4 — — — — — — — 46 THE TWO WAYS (A Poem) - _____-_----48 THE HUTTLESTONIAN PUBLISHED BY STUDENTS OF FAIRHAVEN HIGH SCHOOL Vol. 2 Spring Issue, 1925 No. 2 EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief FREDERICK V. SHEARD, ’25 Assistants ELEANOR PHINNEY, ’25 ALFRED ANDREWS, ’26 DOROTHEA R. PAULL, ’26 Reportorial Editors EDWARD DUBIEL, ’25 JAMES P. O’LEARY, ’26 Alumni Editor SHERMAN A. GIFFORD, ’23 Faculty Adviser MARGARET SIEBERT Business Manager WALTER H. GAMMONS, ’25 Assistant ROBERT B. CASWELL, ’26 Advertising Manager MARY C. HENDERSON, ’28 Assistants ERNEST H. DeCOFFE, ’27 CHARLES F. AXTELL, ’26 Circulation Manager HAROLD B. DUTTON, ’28 Single Copy, 25 Cents 12 THE HUTTLESTONIAN TEN MINUTES WITH THE PRINCIPAL Upon entering the office of Mr. Dickey the other morning, I noticed that he seemed unusually depressed. By asking the natural question, I learned that he had been thinking of the cause of failures in the High School. “Delving into records of failures is not a very pleasing task, I can assure you,” said Mr. Dickey, “even though our number here is comparatively small.” “There are always unpleasant tasks in any work,” I answered. “While trying to put my finger on some major cause of failures, I discovered many other minor causes such as absence, illness, lack of preparation of lessons, inattention in class, and lack of ability,” continued Mr. Dickey. “But what about the major cause?” I interrupted impatiently. “It seems to me,” Mr. Dickey went on without heeding, “that the real cause is lack of purpose. Even a pupil with much ability may fail if he has no plans for the future.” “Like an expert marksman without a target at which to shoot,” I added. “Exactly,” said Mr. Dickey, “and you must admit that a marks¬ man, no matter how expert he may be, has no chance of hitting anything if he has no target.” As I quietly withdrew from the office, I could not help thinking of the wisdom of Mr. Dickey’s conclusion. FREDERICK V. SHEARD, ’25 THE HUTTLESTONIAN 13 OUR HONOR LIST ; ' f Report cards which have just been issued for the past two months show the largest honor list in the history of the school. This is a distinction of which we may be justly proud! It has just been brought to our attention that our neighbor, the Taunton High School has a student body which recognizes its honor members by giving them a banquet each year. THE COPPERHEAD When a Senior Class can act and stage a play with the dramatic value and historical significance of Augustus Thomas’ “The Copper¬ head,” there can be no doubt of the sincere satisfaction felt by the student body in particular, and the public in general. A WORD OF APPRECIATION The student body has responded admirably to the appeal of the editorial staff of “The Huttlestonian” for material for the current issue of the magazine—and the staff is grateful for the cooperation. The editors trust that it was not entirely the thought of the prizes that accelerated student spirit! One must remember there is no material gain for most of the worth while things we do in life. THE LITERARY CLUB Since the last issue of “The Huttlestonian,” a new club called “The Literary Club” has been formed at the High School. The object of the organization is to further the aims of the English Department by promoting an appreciation of the drama, the art of debate, the modern novel, and modern poetry. Membership is open only to students of the three upper classes who have obtained an index number of “1” and a mark of “B” or above in their English courses. 14 THE HUTTLESTONIAN THE SEA PLAYS THE AVENGER ARRY VINCENT, gentleman and quahog dealer alias crook, L, highway robber, sharper, and what-not, boasted that the end of a decade would see him a millionaire. In the last fifteen years, since the establishment of his quahog industry, he had cajoled the fishermen, pleaded with them, and argued with them, actually pick¬ ing their pockets for every cent that he could grasp. If, during the autumn months, the price per bushel of quahogs became greater, the size of his bushel basket increased, thus unlawfully scooping in a bushel and a half of the shellfish where there was supposed to be only one. Vincent also managed to cut down the price for the supposed bushel. That was how he had raised the hundred thousand dollars that he was worth. Though rich in money, he was very poor. He had none of the comforts of life that the working class had. The humblest cottages along the shores of the bay were superior to his. Everything he owned slowly rotted away. His wife and children were the objects of sympathy on the part of the poor fisher folk. Yet he went on his way fearing nothing disastrous, and breaking at will the iron law of the sea that “whoever wrongs a fisherman, to the sea he owes a toll.” A newcomer to the little fishing community wrecked Vincent ' s dreams. Lawton was his name. He became Vincent’s bitter rival in the weeks that sped by. Vincent’s industry suffered because his new competitor paid the higher prices. Another source of trouble had arisen. His wife was by nature a meek and silent woman taking without complaint all the hardships that life had to give her; but now she became a spirited creature that nagged Vincent, comparing his high-handed methods with Lawton’s square dealing ways. All this maddened Vincent’s jealous disposition. He strove to get back on an even keel with his new rival. He raised the price of quahogs even higher than Lawton’s, in an attempt to regain his old customers. They returned to him, but he robbed them even more outrageously than before. After that, he had no customers left, and day after day he watched his competitor reaping in the products of the waters. Jealousy and revenge bit deep into Vincent’s heart. He longed and schemed for the chance to do away with Lawton, but no opportunity presented itself. An idea, however, struck him. THE HUTTLESTON1AN 15 If the fishermen would not sell their quahogs to him, he would take the shellfish away from them. It is often the custom of the fishermen to leave the shellfish overnight in their rowboats. They do this because they arrive at the dealer’s shops too late to sell their catch or they prefer to wait until the next day to sell, for, during the night, they work overtime, as it were, to get more quahogs, and consequently more pay. It was Vincent’s plan to plunder these boats during the night while the fishermen were resting from their day’s work. One afternoon, as Vincent sat watching the thriving business at Lawton’s, he saw a group gathering farther up the shore. A sound of cheering drifted over to him, and the group marched toward him. A thin, weazened man with a dilapidated derby hat seemed to be the leader of the party. “Well,” snapped Vincent, as they stopped before him, “what do ye want?” The thin man spoke. “We’ve decided that we don’t care to see ye or those crooked bushel baskets o’ yourn anymore. So we’re giving ye three days notice to beat it.” “An’ if I don’t?” Vincent countered. “Ye’ll be sorry ye did’nt leave,” the thin man answered. Vincent only smiled sarcastically while the party drew off. But soon his face showed bitter hatred. Drive him off, would they! He would show them! And Lawton would pay also. He was the leader of that group. He would jail Lawton for this. On the third day there would be a police militia waiting to arrest them all. He would show them. That night, Vincent shoved his water-soaked rotten rowboat upon the bay. With the exception of the quiet creaking of the oarlocks, and the even more quiet splash of the oars as they dipped into the sea, Vincent made his progress silently t o the rowboats scattered over the harbor not far from the shore. At every rowboat, he stopped and looked in. In some he found what he wanted, and unloaded what he found into his own skiff. Similar operations lasted two hours. He rowed back to the shore with a boatload of stolen quahogs. The next morning dawned rather ominously. All the men seemed and acted surly, except Vincent who was cheerful with the (Concluded on Page 42) 16 THE HUTTLESTONIAN TWO POEMS BY HELEN MARTIN, ’28 Silver Birches The birch stands beaded with crystal dew That’s coaxing the wee brown budlets through. A silver bark its trunk entwines Like a knight of old its armor shines. As a herald it trumpets a message sweet, Slender arms birds in passage greet, To twitter gaily from the branches While their green plumes flutter and enchant us! Hearts and Flowers Mother Nature awakes from a winter’s rest Draws back her white mantle to show her green dress While beautiful flowers sprinkled thereon. Did ere you wonder where their colors came from? In the same, garden plot plant two little seeds, From one blooms a flower, another a weed. So are our hearts a garden of thought; Plant not weeds where flowers are sought. THE HUTTLESTONIAN 17 O N January second, the Class of 1925 held their second dance of the year. Mr. and Mrs. John F. Goggin, Mr. and Mrs. William Maxon, Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Seymour, and Miss Susan Gifford were the guests of the evening. The gymnasium was attractively decorated with fir greens and crepe streamers of the same color. On January twenty-sixth, Mr. How¬ ard A. Corey of Burdett College, Bos¬ ton, spoke to us on “The Will to Win.” Three important essentials were left with us as to this function of the mind; to choose what you want your life to be; to have a purpose and your ideal of it; and to stick to your choice. On the thirtieth of January, stud¬ ents with their guests assembled in the gymnasium for the first evening party of the Literary Club. Music was furnished by Nerbonne’s orchestra; tables alongside the walls gave those who did not care to dance a chance to play games or work out crossword puzzles; and the always refreshing punch was for sale. A large club banner of purple and gold was the only decoration in the “gym.” Mr. and Mrs. George Dickey, Mr. and Mrs. Roswell Dunham, Miss Margaret Siebert, and Miss Helen Mankey were patronesses. Friday, February twentieth, was a red letter evening for the seniors, when they produced Augustus Thomas’ drama, “The Copper¬ head.” The play, given in the High School hall, was presented to an enthusiastic audience which occupied all available space, even overflowing into the corridors. “The Copperhead,” difficult of interpretation and action, was a worthy result of the long hours and the hard work which the cast, of necessity, must have expended upon it. DOROTHEA R. PAULL, ’26 18 THE HUTTLESTONIAN A Story For Cross Word Puzzle Fans OR, WHO WON THE AUTOMOBILE I BEGAN with the determination never to start working on cross¬ word puzzles, as it seemed the silliest idea now on the stand. When I rode to school on the street car in the morning, all down the row of seats my fellow travellers were sitting slumped down on the center of their spines, their whole attention on cross¬ word puzzles. If I stopped at the post-office for a money order, or other busi¬ ness, all the space at the desks was occupied by people with out¬ spread newspapers absorbed in the latest fad. If after dinner I went to the library to look up references on my school work, I found persons lined up three deep waiting for their turn to use dictionaries, atlases, encyclopedias, head over heels in efforts to find out the next to the tallest mountain in the Fiji Islands or a direct descendant of Adam in sixteen letters. Finally, in self-defence, I decided to solve one of the puzzles, and made up my mind to win a limousine offered by a New York paper, as first prize in a cross-word contest. I thought how enjoy¬ able it would be to go riding with my friends in that lovely automobile. At first it came easy. Who doesn’t know a four letter word meaning lifeless? Dead, of course. A most pathetic vegetable? An onion, because it makes us weep. Sherman’s definition of war. I imagine every one knows that! At last most all the blanks were filled, and now came the real difficulty. There were words impossible for anyone to find in their own vocabulary: A Chinese word meaning sweet potato. An African insect that inhabits the hide of the hippo only. A principal ingredient of the most famous patent medicine. What the ostrich says when he stubs his toe. These and a dozen other problems occupied the better part of my mind for the rest of the three weeks available. Though I en- (Concluded on Page 30) THE HUTTLESTONIAN 19 Intfii HISTORY of KH.S. v5omeMemorable bvents of the vSchoo] Year N I ' fas S I V Their Goal Attained. The. Ughe t The CopperReaA— Senior ' Tl y lihrary and Literary CUb Entertainments nr r IVew Assistant Freshman J)e hating ' Traffic Co pa! Inevitable! Foot ball -3an j yet Tea r C,OT � «T) TEMPTATION THE HUTTLESTONIAN 21 Picture in your mind ' s eye two male members of our faculty lying- side by side on the floor, lost to sight under a large blanket, while the rest of the faculty circles about them in solemn processions ! The party at Mr. Dickey’s home was jolly from the moment we got inside the door, till the time we bade wee Mary a reluctant farewell, some hours later. It marked the oc¬ casion of our one social get-together so far this year, and school-talk was absolutely taboo. A short time ago, a teacher’s in¬ stitute for all Fairhaven teachers was held one afternoon at the High School. Interesting addresses and discussions were carried on in all parts of the building. One especially interesting talk was given before the High School teachers by the Dean of Girls of the Taunton High School. Also one Friday, we all attended a Bristol County Teachers’ Convention in Fall River, and had a day full of inspiration and dis¬ cussion of teachers’ problems. Several hundred school-teachers, singing lustily in a large theatre, are worth going far to hear. Were you to peek into the gymnasium at a certain hour on a certain afternoon each week, you would be amazed—or would you?— to see some of our dignified teachers performing the steps of an Irish jig, at a speed of about forty miles an hour. Ask any one of them and they will tell you that folk-dancing is their favorite indoor sport! HELEN F. NORTHUP, Instructor. 22 THE HUTTLESTONIAN MURDOCK PHONES, RADIO DETECTIVE I entered the room by the usual way; that is, the doorway, after first beating a solo upon the panels of the door. I came in urgent summons from Murdock Phones. Once in the room I was completely lost in a cloud of vapor. “Ah!” thought I, at first. “Is this one of the fogs from his favorite London?” But nay. Murdock came to my rescue and piloted me safely through the vaporous obstruction which was nothing more than a smoke screen laid by the long pipe protruding from Murdock’s mouth and a black cigar that dangled from the lips of his visitor, probably a client. “Welcome, Watson,” said Murdock, scooping me into a chair. “Glad you came. I see that you stayed at home and dined on sar¬ dines instead of going to the restaurant, last night.” “Who informed you of all that?” “No one. I can see for myself. Just a simple train of deduction. You have broken your thumb-nail. Most unusual thing for a quiet man like you to do. You most likely did it in opening your pocket knife. Now, Watson, yours is always well oiled, so the one that broke your nail must be stiff and new. “Something, therefore, must be wrong with the old knife to cause you to need a new one. Lost? No, you are too careful. Broken? Probably, and in opening a can. Of tomatoes? No. A sardine can, the most obstinate of all cans. You would of course eat the sardines at home.” “Excellent!” I cried. “Excellent! But why did I not eat at the restaurant?” “That’s more difficult,” said he, thoughtfully studying my physi¬ ognomy. “I should say it was because the restaurant had previously served you a bad and odorous egg.” “Quite true!” I admitted. “How ever did you deduce it?” “Oh, simply enough. When you came in, I noticed you were pale and nervous. I concluded that you had been shell-shocked.” Murdock’s visitor evidently wanted to speak, for he was making some weird guttural sounds. It may have been that he had swal¬ lowed his cigar during Murdock’s amazing deduction. I now saw THE HUTTLESTONIAN 23 that this man was stout, very stout, so stout in fact that he appeared to be all hills and no valleys. Murdock came to his rescue: “Mr. Lareau, who is the pro¬ prietor of the Near-Yeast Restaurant, has been so kind as to dis¬ cover a mystery. Some time ago, Mr. Lareau patented a most original idea. He met, however, much opposition from some un¬ known enemy. His plan was to broadcast by radio, delicious odors and smells of things that are cooked in his restaurant. Besides being a delightful recreation, it advertises his eating-place. Re¬ cently, some one, possibly this same enemy, has been causing serious interference.” He paused. “That, Watson, is the problem. As a step towards solution, let us examine this interference at first-hand.” Turning to his wonderful expec-to-dyne receiving set, he struck a match and lit the lights inside. He then wound the set up by some knobs on front. Soon a voice within the hour announced: “This is station C-A-F-E of the Near-Yeast Restaurant. We are about to broadcast the grand opera ‘The Baker of Seville.’ We are sure that all our friends will agree that this grand opera is mag¬ nificent.” Then began a delightful overture of soupy smells followed by choruses, arias, and concerted music consisting of the odors of heated canines, Irish grapes, et cetera. We had just begun to enjoy ourselves when a sickly, thickish, greenish and odious smell gradually pervaded the room. Lareau and I immediately stopped up our nostrils, but Murdock sniffed the atmosphere with the air of a connoisseur. After a short time spent in thought he arose from his chair and obtained from a dark recess of the room, an iceless refrigerator and an ice-cream freezer. He connected this apparatus in series with the radio set and began to turn the freezer’s crank. The odor was immediately frozen into chunks of what we soon recognized were limberger cheese. “How derrible!” said I, my speech greatly affected by the fierceness with which I hung on to my nose. “O, this is very delicate-smelling compared to some cheeses I have sniffed,” said Murdock. “In fact, it is so delicate as to lead me to believe it came from a delicatessen.” 24 THE HUTTLESTONIAN “I suppose you are used to such odors,” said Lareau, “consider¬ ing that you lived on Water Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts, for so many years.” “That is exactly the reason,” returned Phones. “And if you gentlemen will leave me to think, I will be much obliged. Be sure to return to-morrow evening. And Lareau, you bring an officer to arrest whoever my “radio dog” runs down.” And the street door slammed shut, silently. Lareau, a policeman, and I appeared next evening to see what the “radio dog” might be. “This is Radio Rex,” said Murdock, as he produced a wire-haired terrier. Every hair was a miniature aerial, while on; his back was strapped a miniature expec-to-dyne set connected to an ear-phone muzzle on his nose. Soon the dog yapped. A spark jumped his ear to his tail. Every wire hair stood on end. Then as he took the scent, he disappeared down the street, nose skyward, and Murdock skidding along at the end of the leash. We followed at top speed and in a cloud of dust until we arrived at a picket fence behind which Murdock, or rather Rex had stopped. By peering over the fence we managed to discern the back of a delicatessen store. A clothes line was strung about the yard. Nothing happened, so we climbed the fence and waited, some in patience, others in bushes and shrubs. Time passed as it does occasionally. The dog whined like a shrapnel, but Murdock managed to silence him before he burst. Finally, an old Dutchman rolled out of the house and com¬ menced to grease the clothes line. Silence reigned. It reigned so hard that I cut out a chunk and threw it at Murdock to attract his attention, He frowned. “I suspect that that clothes line is an antennae,” communicated Murdock by mental telepathy. “Do tell,” I sent back. Soon the old man rolled back into the house. We followed. Murdock and the policeman produced their handy Kilgore revol¬ vers. We advanced rapidly down a hall into a room at the end. So silently had we come that the Dutchman and his wife had not heard us and continued to feed cheese into a broadcasting set. THE HUTTLESTONIAN 25 They turned, and seeing the officer, they surrendered. The policeman “did his duty” and with Lareau’s aid, led the old man to another place of residence. We remained behind to question the old lady as to their motives. “O,” said she. “Dat Lareau he ruin de delicatessan trade wid his sniff concerts, so we stop heem.” “So I supposed,” said Murdock. “But why was your husband greasing the aerial?” asked I. Murdock answered me, “To make the cheese slide off more easily. Am I right?” The woman nodded. Murdock smiled triumphantly. Where¬ upon, he snatched a bouquet from a vase and humbly presented it to himself. FREDERICK MOSS and WARREN PAGE, ’27. The cross-word puzzle is an intensively rectangular but essentially heterogeneous concatenation of dissimilar verbal syn¬ onymic similitudes, replete with internal inhibition , yetj promulgating extensive ratiocination and meticulously designed to promote fulminative vituperation, dispel hebetudinesity and develop speculative, con¬ templative, introspective, deliberative and cogitative faculties. “Twin Mutual Insurance Topics” 26 THE HUTTLESTONIAN Visitor at Hospital—“Is Mr. Mur¬ phy in?” Hospital Attendant—“Yes, he’s con¬ valescing now.” Visitor—“Very well, I’ll wait.” —Selected The office boy rushed into the boss’s office with his hat on one side of his head and shouted, “Hey boss! I want to get off to go to the ball game.” “William,” said the boss, “that is no way to ask. Sit here at the desk and I will show you how. You pretend you are me.” He went from the room and re¬ turned with his hat in his hand, say¬ ing, “Please, Mr. Smith, may I go to the ball game this afternoon?” “Sure,” said Billy, “here’s fifty cents for a ticket.” —Life. Porter—“Where’s yo’ trunks, sah?” Salesman—“I use no trunks.” Porter—“But I thought you wuz one of these traveling salesmen.” Salesman—“I am, but I sell brains, understand? I sell bra ins.” Porter— Excuse ime, Boss, but youse the first travelin’ fella that’s been here who ain’t carrying no samples.” —Selected. For hours they had been together on her front porch. The moon cast its tender gleam down on the young and handsome couple who sat strange¬ ly far apart. He sighed. She sighed. Finally: “I wish I had money, dear,” he said, “I’d travel.” Impulsively she slipped her hand into his; then, rising swiftly she sped into the house. Aghast, he looked at his hand. In his palm lay a nickel. —Jester. Fifty—“Is the pleasure of the next dance to be all mine?” Twenty—“Yes, all of it.” —California Pelican. A hungry traveler put his head out of a car window as his train pulled up at a small station and said to a boy:— “Here, boy, take this dime and get me a sandwich, will you? And by the way—here’s another dime—get a sandwich for yourself, too.” The boy darted away and returned munching a sandwich just as the train was starting off. He ran to the traveler and handed him a dime and said: “Here’s your dime back, boss. They only had one sandwich left.” THE HUTTLESTONIAN 27 Mother—“Now, Willie, if you put this wedding cake under your pillow, what you dream will come true.” Willie—“Why can’t I eat the cake and put the pillow over my stomach?” —Selected. Sunday School Teacher—“Now, each pupil will quote a Bible verse as he drops in his pennies.” Junior (after some desperate think¬ ing)—“A fool and his money are soon parted. —Selected. Teacher—“We borrowed our nu¬ merals from the Arabs, our calendar from the Romans, and our banking from the Italians. Can anyone think of any other examples?” Willie Willis — “Our lawn-mower from the Smiths, our snow-shovel from the Joneses, and our baby-car¬ riage from the Bumps.” —Selected. Ella—“Bella told me that you told her that secret I told you not to tell her.” Stella—“I told her not to tell you I told you.” Ella—“Well, I told her I wouldn’t tell you she told me, so don’t tell her I did.” -Life. “Gif me two pounds of that salmon.” “That isn’t salmon—that’s ham.” “Who asked you vat it vas?” —Jack O’Lantern. “Class,” said the new teacher, “I want you all to be as quiet as you can; so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.” Silence was golden. Small bass voice in rear of room. “Let ’er drop.” —Judge. Judge—“What is your name, occu¬ pation, and what are you charged with ?” Prisoner—“My name is Sparks, I am an electrician, and I am charged with battery.” Judge—“Officer, put this guy in a dry-cell.” —Punch. She—“Can you drive with one hand?” He (passionately) —“Yes.” She—“Then pick up my glove.” —Life. It was the dear old lady’s first ride in a taxi, and she watched with grow¬ ing alarm the driver continually put¬ ting his hand outside the car as a signal to the traffic following. At last she could stand it no longer. “Young man, you look where you’re going. I’ll tell you when it starts to rain.” —Ladies Home Journal. Old Lady—“I see that tips are for¬ bidden here.” Attendant—“Lor’ Mum, so was apples at the Garden of Eden.” —Goblin. “The next person who interrupts the proceedings will be sent home,” declared the irate judge. “Hurray!” yelled the prisoner. —Black and Blue Jay. Co-ed—“Don’t you know why I refused you?” Henry—“I can’t think.” Co-ed—“You guessed it.” —Phoenix. Clerk (in restaurant) “How’s the chicken today?” Waitress—“Fine, how’s yourself?” —Phoenix. 28 THE HUTTLESTONIAN The basketball season has been completed with the following results:— Fairhaven 24 Holy Family 27 Eairhaven 17 Vocational 26 Fairhaven 19 Durfee 41 Fairhaven 11 Durfee 30 Fairhaven 10 New Bedford 13 Fairhaven 16 Vocational 15 Fairhaven 24 Hope High 29 Fairhaven 27 Providence Tech 15 Fairhaven 39 Dartmouth 23 Fairhaven 18 New Bedford 30 A number of the boys have been up to Boston three times— to the State Meet, the B.A.A. Games and the Huntington Meet. Our boys scored a win in the relay at the Huntington and the B.A.A. meets. At the Bristol County Interscholastic Track Meet the F.H.S. Track Team was clearly the superior in a score of 35 to 21 and brought home the beautiful cup given by Mayor Hathaway. At this meet Paul Cieurzo broke the Bristol County Interscholastic record in the shot put and established a mark of forty-one feet seven inches. Edward Dubiel made a new mark of nine feet in the standing broad jump. THE HUTTLESTONIAN 29 GIRLS’ ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION T he first undertaking of the G.A.A. this year was a party for the freshman girls. Each upper class girl invited a “freshie” and saw that she had a good time. This was the first “welcome party” that has ever been given the F.H.S. freshmen, and the G.A.A. feels justly proud of being the first to have taken this step. Next came initiation—one which will not soon be forgotten by the girls. After going through the general stunts, each girl was requested to do some individual performances. Mary O’Leary, one of the most active freshmen, exhibited fine swimming form about fifteen feet high from the floor. Another feature of the after¬ noon was a race across the gymnasium floor with a mouthful of Epsom Salts. A pleasant task, indeed!! The programme for the day ended with informal dancing. Interclass hockey games are now over and Class A again won the championship. This makes the third consecutive year that they have been champions. The members of the champion team were as follows: Adaleita Hathaway . Right Wing Elsie Perry . Right Inside Nellie Coombs . Center Forward Mildred Bryant, Captain . Left Inside Anna Burke . Left Wing Ruth Jason. Right Halfback Anna Fernandes .Center Halfback Delphena Brown .Left Halfback Mary Sylvia . Right Fullback Marjorie Dexter .Left Fullback Margaret Gifford . Goal Tender The fr eshman class has some fine material. Class B will have to play their best brand of hockey to win against this scrappy little team next fall. Basketball is again with us, and once more F.H.S. is represented by a girls’ basketball team. We have some fine material and with proper practice and coaching hope to become a match for any girls’ team around here, and to uphold the fine records which our boys have made for Fairhaven High School. DELPHENA BROWN, Secretary, G.A.A. 30 THE HUTTLESTONIAN WHY BOTHER TO EXERCISE? T he aim of the girls’ gymnasium work is to develop each girl until, in her school work now, and her life work later she may live the most and serve the best. Joyous play, satisfying work, devoted service depend upon abundant health, easy and correct functioning of all parts of the body, mind, and spirit. Looking back through the biological ages we find that the physical being, the body, the bones and muscles are developed first and are basic. Developing after muscles and taking pattern accord¬ ing to their activity, come the mind and moral qualities. Nature spent an immense amount of time in developing muscles. They are the fundamental centers of endurance, which enables us to hold out against the strain and speed of modern life. The health of these fundamental muscles supplies health and tone to the finer and more delicate parts. As it was exercise through use that first developed the muscles, so it is exercise only that keeps them fit. Many forms of exercise are carried on in the physical education department. Outdoor games, field hockey, tennis, baseball, indoor games of simple organization, and basketball are taught. Track and field events are coached. Marching, dancing, and heavy apparatus work are presented. Formal exercise for the correction of round shoulders, hollow backs, and weak feet are explained. We offer such a varied program, in the hope that each girl will find some type of exercise that she will enjoy well enough to continue after her school days are over. RUTH H. CADY, Instructor. (Concluded from Page 18) listed the aid of my teacher, the traffic cop, the librarian, and the janitor, some of those words I shall never know. I have definitely decided that I do not care for motoring, but I am now wondering who is the happy possessor of that automobile! DORIS MAKER, ’28 THE HUTTLESTONIAN 31 THE COMMERCIAL CLUB On December 17, 1924, the Com¬ mercial Club held its Christmas party in the gymnasium. The seats were arranged in a semi-circle around the Christmas tree which was beautifully decorated. Curious little boxes peeped from between the branches here and there, while the foot of the tree was surrounded by odd packages of all colors, shapes, and, sizes. Previous to the party, the members of the club drew names and purchased a present whose name they had received. These mysterious looking parcels were the results. All were busily engaged in conver¬ sation, when the door opened—and in walked a real Santa— to be exact, Santa Sylvestre Xavier. After telling us about his trip from the North by aeroplane, he distributed the presents. A short “jingle” was read about each pupil as he received his gift. The rhymes were very interesting indeed, and caused much merriment, to say nothing of flushed cheeks (ask “Packy”). Then Santa Xavier presented a boudoir lamp to Miss Gurney from the members of the club. After the presents had all been given out, refreshments consisting of ice cream and cake were served. The cakes, made by the senior girls of the club, were attractively frosted with the red and green Christmas colors. Miss Margaret Gifford surprised us all by cleverly frosting the club letters M.Y.O.B. on each little cup cake. You can imagine how quickly those cakes disappeared. What a lucky man he will be, Margaret! Dancing followed the refreshments. The committee in charge was as follows: Anna Worthy, Jessie Lenhares, Edith Shurtleff, Mildred Bryant, Delphena Brown. DELPHENA BROWN, ’25. 32 THE HUTTLESTONIAN NOTES FROM CARPE DIEM SODALITAS T he upper classes in Latin, Class A B and Class C, have played off Group Seven and Eight for the upper class pin which Miss Sophia MacAffee successfully defended during her four years in high school, and surrendered last June on graduating. The pupils in Class A B who had won the right to play off Group VII were Ruth Avery, Mildred Parkinson, Eleanor Phinney, Dorothea Magilton, and Nellie Coombs. Ruth Avery, Alice Eitel, and Dorothea Magilton have a perfect score in Group VIII. In Class C, Hope Dudgeon, Crawford Dunham, Edith Kinney, Everett Slocum, and Granville Prior successfully passed the Group VII play off, while Hope Dudgeon, Crawford Dunham, Edith Kinney, Sidney Burrows, and Granville Prior attained perfect scores in Group VII. After these class contests were held there survived in Class A B, Ruth Avery, Dorothea Magilton, and Alice Eitel. Class C was represented by Hope Dudgeon and Granville Prior. In the inter-class play-off, Miss Avery and Prior were tied. To ascertain the winner a time record was taken, in which Miss Avery was victorious. The pin has, therefore, been awarded to Miss Avery. NELLIE C. COOMBS, President of C.D.S. The D. Class pin was won by Enos Alferes in a time contest on Group I to work off a tie between Miss Owen, Miss Mitchell, Miss Ritchie, and Alferes, and has been successfully defended by him in Groups II and III. Only one word was failed in the class contest on Group III, the following captains reporting perfect teams: Miss Owen, Miss Mit¬ chell, Miss Knowles, Miss Ritchie, and Alferes. Of these teams the following pupils have established their records in Group III with Mrs. Dodge: Miss Miriam Owen, Miss Delores Rousseau, Miss Constance Dudgeon, Miss Edith Mitchell, Miss Phyllis Brownell, Enos Alferes, and Harold Dutton. MILDRED O. PARKINSON, Secretary C.D.S. THE HUTTLESTONIAN 33 Les Cloches De Noce Sur L’ile De Terreur Resume fran ais d’un article en anglais dans le “New York Times , 1 ” du 25 Janvier, 1925. Par Yvonne Demers, ’26. Dans Tile d’Ouessant la tradition dit que les femmes cultiveront la terre et ques les hommes suivront la mer. II n’y a pas longtemps qu’une jeune fille faisait la cour a un jeune homme, ce qui montre qu’ Ouessant appartenait certainement aux femmes. Elle leur appartient encore; aujourd’hui ce sont les hommes qui font la cour mais ce sont toujours les femmes qui cultivent la terre et qui tiennent leur maison propre pour les hommes. Elies marchent avec un certain mouvment de dignite qui leur donne une beaute a elles seules. On les appelle “Les Filles de la Pluie” et leur ile “LTle de Terreur” a cause des naufrages et des desastres qui l’ont visitee. Voici l’histoire d’une fille de la pluie qui a epouse un homme de la mer avec les ceremonies traditionnelles. Les portes s’ouvrent et la nouvelle mariee et son epoux suivis des temoins, sortent. Les deux jeunes filles portent des chales de sole blanche, de grandes guirlandes de fleur d’oranger et toutes les autres femmes, vieilles et jeunes, portent les cheveux sur leurs epaules. Apres la ceremonie on s’embrasse tous et on fait une procession dans tout le village, s’arretant ici et la pour prendre un verre de biere ou de vin. Le soir on va danser, manger et chanter a l’hotel. De vieux matelots chantent “Sole Mio” et d’autres chansons. On a danse comme cela hier au soir quand les invites ont tous apporte du lait pour le pouding au riz; on, danse aujourd’hui aux frais des maries et demain on dansera aux frais des temoins. Ils dansent comme cela pendant trois jours et trois nuits puis apres le jeune mari part dans son bateau pour le grand voyage qui dure six ou sept nois, quelquefois plus longtemps encore. Bien souvent il ne revient plus et seulement une petite croix au cimitiere le rappelle au souvenir de ses amis. La jeune femme continue a demeurer avec ses parents jus qu’a ce que son mari revienne; s’il revient. Elles sont courageuses, ces femmes qui se marient avec des hommes qu’elles connaissent a peine, et qui les laissent partir sans savoir s’ils vont revenir ou non. Oui, elles sont tres courageuses. 34 THE HUTTLESTONIAN DOMESTIC SCIENCE MILADY’S WARDROBE I came, I saw, and went away, surprised and pleased with the exhibition of sewing which represented twenty weeks of work by the first year girls. There were underclothes of different styles and materials, some plain, and some dressed up for the occasion with lace and embroidery, and crocheting and tatted yokes. A dress or two of simple design hung there before us, and there were aprons, plain and fancy. Milady would have quite a wardrobe, could she but have her choice of the fifty-five garments. There were dresses made by Ruth Ritchie, Louise Emin, and Astred Phillips. A tatted yoke on a nightgown made by Miriam Owen showed many days of patient work. Dorothy Fichtenmeyer, after starting in with a nightgown, transformed it into a pair of ‘ ' Billy Burkes.” A very pretty hemstitched slip was made by Mar¬ garet Norris. Other articles too numerous to mention, showed fine needlework, embroidery, et cetera. Our teacher, Miss Gifford, has been very patient with us and has labored untiringly to start us on successful dress-making careers. MARION E. MORSE, ’28. WHY? “I don’t see why we have to be so careful about making our cooking uniforms,” grumbled Doris, a girl in the seventh grade. “Well,” said Violet, a high school freshman, who was talking to her, “you wouldn’t want to have to do it over again when you start to take cooking, would you?” “No, I wouldn’t, but why do we have to be so particular about them?” asked Doris. “Because they have to be alike. Our uniforms can be com¬ pared to those of the soldiers. It would be a funny sight if every soldier had on something different. For instance, one man wearing a brown coat, someone else a blue one, and one of the men wearing (Concluded on Page 35) o V v !) r D r r tv I I IH: I (Aht i , ‘ r ' s I THE HUTTLESTONIAN r . 1 LIBRARY ‘•MMAVh ' N MAas 35 MUSIC APPRECIATION I n our class in Music Appreciation we have made a thorough study of both secular and sacred forms During the course we have analyzed many one, two and three-period songs such as “Flow Gently Sweet Afton”, “Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes”, “Santa Lucia”, and others, and have found that a Folk Song, often in the A, A, B, A form is the fundamental form in music. We have studied the origin of the Opera and its component parts, discussed Ballads, National Songs, Concerted Music, Cantatas, and have noted the difference between Art and Strophe songs. We have listened to many fine examples of these forms with records on the Victrola. In sacred music we have learned the parts of the Mass and have been interested in the development of Oratorio. We are about to take up shorter forms such as Anthems, Hymns, Chants, Chorals, etc. Another thing which has helped us in our study has been the radio. Many of the students have them in their homes, and each morning before we begin a recitation we discuss current events and the music broadcasted over this wonderful instrument. HARRY ROGERS, ’25. (Concluded from Page 34) a pair of black shoes while the rest wore brown. And so it would look queer if each girl in the cooking class wore a different uniform,” answered Violet. “Yes, it would, and I guess the class would look neater if the uniforms are alike,” admitted Doris. “Have you put on your name yet?” “No, I didn’t know we had to.” “Yes, indeed, on every part of the uniform. So many girls lose their things that they could never tell them apart if the name wasn’t on them.” “Well,” replied Doris, “thank you for telling me. I see now why they have to be alike and the marking is really a necessity. I am going to tell the other girls to be sure and mark theirs. Good-bye.” “Good-bye,” answered Violet. DOROTHY BROADBENT ’28. 36 THE HUTTLESTONIAN NORTHERN AND SOUTHERN PRISONS DURING THE CIVIL WAR The following talk by Miss Elizabeth Dugdale was chosen as one of the best topics which are given weekly by the Senior United States History Class. At the battle of Cedar Cree k about eleven hundred Northerners were cap¬ tured by the South. First the men were lined up and all their valuables were confiscated. Then regardless of the fact that they had a long march to make, their shoes and overcoats were taken. One of the men slashed his shoes with a knife and was allowed to keep them. Another who wore little patent leathers was permitted to keep his also. All day long the men marched and no food was given them. Some, who were very hungry, killed a dog and ate him. In the morning, hardtack was thrown td them and then they were put in box cars and shipped to Richmond. When they arrived they were put in Libbey Prison. Here a thorough search was made and all their money and other possessions, which had escaped notice before, were taken. The searchers promised to return the money later but they never did. Some of the men were lucky enough to save their tooth brushes and one man was later offered three hundred dollars for his. Between all the three hundred and fifty officers there were only twelve brushes. The food was very poor, consisting merely of black bean soup and corn bread. The corn bread was mostly ground corn stalks, cockroaches, and mice. The soup contained as many bugs as beans. These rations were passed out once a day. Often the men tried tunneling their way out. Sometimes they were successful and at other times they failed. If they did escape, blood hounds were used to capture them. Once when the Northern Army was approaching Richmond, the men were boxed up and shipped to Daneville. Here they were kept in an old deserted warehouse. The windows were broken and the floor was dirty but became dirtier as time passed. The men petitioned for hoes to clean the place, but they were refused because the guards feared they might use them for weapons. THE HUTTLESTONIAN 37 Soon after they were brought here, rations were decreased to just the corn bread. The nights were cold as there were no stoves and no blankets. Vermin of all kinds crawled over them. The men were placed so close together they had to wait till morning to pick them off. While the men grew more emaciated and gaunt the lice grew fat and healthy. Every day ten men went for water to a nearby spring. The men drew lots to see who should go because this was about the only exercise they had. The men tried to play chess with homemade chess sets, but when they tried to keep their minds on the game they had fainting fits and spasms. They also told stories and the men who knew other languages taught them to their fellow prisoners. Some¬ times the classes held banquets and each man would read off tempting menus of his favorite dishes. The men were taken to Annapolis to be exchanged but hardly one was in fit condition to fight again. For this reason there was not much exchanging done. Andersonville was another Southern prison. Here less than six square feet was allowed to a man. No clothes were furnished and no soap, so there were many cases of pneumonia. The sick lay on bare boards and even on the ground. Only one doctor was allowed for all the prisoners and many died before he even saw them. Many died and lay beside their fellow men for days before they were discovered and taken out. Flies and other lice swarmed over the sick and dying, getting in their wounds and even in their eyes and mouths. At one time when the Northerners came within seven miles of the place, the manager ordered the guards to fire on the defenseless prisoners, thirty-five thousand in all. He feared they would beseige the town if set free. The largest prison in the North was Camp Morton. It covered a very large area and was surrounded by two high walls. The guards were stationed between. A large stream of water ran through the camp and there were many shade trees. If a man was able to scale the walls and escape no one bothered him and blood hounds were never used. An escaping prisoner was treated kindly up North, but down South they were treated very cruelly. (Concluded on Page 45) 38 THE HUTTLESTONIAN The History Department Presents An All History Cross Word Puzzle Albert Gifford, ’27. The sum of two dollars contributed by the A, B, and C history classes has been deposited in the Fairhaven High School savings bank in trust for the pupil of the Fairhaven High School who shall first present the correct solution of this puzzle. HORIZONTAL 1. French officer who lost America for France. 7. Symbol of two leading families who contended for throne of England. THE HUTTLESTONIAN 39 8. Name by which early German council was known. 10. Initials of the signature of Seven English Kings. 11. A German ruler of the Saxon family. 14. Title the University of Salerno was fitted to bestow. 15. (Latin) Henry’s was bare at Canossa. 17. Two first letters in name of one of Elizabeth’s prime favorites. 18. What Caxton without doubt sometimes made. 19. The most powerful of the three estates in Europe between 6th and 13th centuries. 22. Name given to letter of alphabet and a paternal ancestor after treaty of Verdun. 23. What Richard II was when be became king of England. 25. Initials of document which ended War of Austrian Succession. 26. With one letter prefixed, the title of Brummell and Nash. 28. Initials of two words which well describe the “Do-Nothing-Kings.” 29. Early musical instrument of the Greeks. 31. Title of respect used by English-speaking peoples. 32. Feminine form of a famous minor poem by Milton. 34. Food which gave name to one of first political parties in England. 36. Great French dictator. VERTICAL 1. Man who wrote the “Land of Nowhere.” 2. (Latin) Usually utterly destroyed in case of medieval punishments for heresy. 3. First syllable of name given to the classical architecture revived by Italian Renaissance. 4. Second word in the four word title of one of Shakespeare’s plays. 5. Initials of a large island on Atlantic sea board early claimed by England. 6. First four letters in the name of a very important family of Florence. 7. What France is today. 9. The condition of this was the occasion of the French Revolution. 12. Final event of all wars. 13. Tribe which was first to conquer Russia. 16. A probable sea-food of early Britons. 18. Where Dido died. 20. Initials of man who began the scientific renaissance in Italy. 21. Initials of pseudonym of a very famous English novelist of 19th century. 24. An ancient ruler of Judah or, with one letter doubled, one of the names under which Jupiter was worshiped. 27. A common interruption in Methodist revivals. 29. Initials of very famous pair of lovers of early 14th century. 30. Second degree bestowed by universities. 35. Initials of elements found by Lavoisier in a very common substance. 40 THE HUTTLESTONIAN THE COW THAT PIERRE DREW Pierre stood staring at the rough sketch of a cow, drawn on a whitewashed side of a deserted hut that stood where the road branched. It was a small cow and the horns were pointed in the direction of St. Loup, where the boy was going. For two reasons Pierre looked at that cow. One reason was because he liked to draw animals. He often drew them on white¬ washed walls with charcoal such as this. The other reason was that he had seen two cows such as this just before the Germans came to their town and they had had to flee. One had been on a garden wall, the other on a barn. Pierre wondered who took the trouble to draw the cow. He decided to ask his friend Corporal Martin. When Pierre and his mother had fled they came to their Grand¬ father’s. Pierre started to work and was just coming back from driv¬ ing sheep when he saw the cow. “I could draw better than that,” thought Pierre and started to do so. He took out the charcoal and proceeded to touch it up. He changed the animal some and started for home. Pierre was well on the way home, when a thought crossed his mind. The Corporal had talked one evening of the tricks of the Germans—how they always had ways of finding the right road even though the French people tore down the sign posts, and how some¬ times the spies would go ahead and made strange signs. “I wonder if the cow was drawn by a spy,” thought the boy. “Oh, how I wish I had rubbed it out.” He was debating in his mind whether he should go back or go on. He stopped short. For he had come in sight of St. Loup and there on the tower of the little gray church was flying a red flag. He knew what it meant. The Germans were expected and it was to warn them of their approach. He was rather afraid. From walking a long way he was tired, hot, and hungry. He wondered if by risking his life he could save St. Loup. Then another thought—perhaps it was only drawn by a peasant like him, but there was the red flag. Another minute the boy was going back as fast as he could go. The way seemed very long and his feet were heavy. Soon the hut came in sight. He started quickly to rub out the picture of the cow. He had only his coat sleeves, but both helped. THE HUTTLESTONIAN 41 Very soon the cow was but a big smudge. Then Pierre had another thought. Taking out a piece of charcoal from his pocket he went round to the other side and started to draw a cow with the horns pointing in the direction of Ferte. He tried to make it like the first one and was soon so interested in his work that he forgot the expected enemy. His thoughts were recalled by near shouts and a smell of smoke. Looking round the corner of the hut he saw the front rank of the Germans. Frightened, he could only run into the hedge. Then he saw a tree and darted up into the branches, hoping the Germans wouldn’t see him. The soldiers marched along, singing and laughing. When Pierre dared look he saw that they had taken the road to Ferte. Was it possible that his cow had sent them that way? If so, he had saved the village and his grandfather’s. Corporal Martin, who had been badly wounded at the beginning of the war, was watching in the direction from which Pierre was coming. “Run and hide, boy, the Boches will be here in a little while! Don’t wait a second!” For an answer, Pierre threw himself on the ground and said, “I can’t go any farther, and the Boches have gone to Ferte.” Pierre had saved the town and the Germans were trapped at Ferte because French soldiers were encamped there. LOUISE RANSOM, ’27. THE GODDESS OF MORNING The Goddess of Morning so wondrous fair Comes holding aloft her silver broom, With a face so sweet and smile so rare, She sweeps from the skies the midnight gloom. The golden stars pale and tremble with fear; They know their splendor they cannot keep. But swiftly must vanish as she draws near Into the far away velvet deep. On she approaches, and her floating hair Is the mist that rises rainbow hued From the grassy leas and the flowers so fair, From hills and valleys so richly bedewed. She pauses a moment and turns her head, With a gradual sweep and a graceful sway She summons from out of his crimson bed King Sol in his glory, and lo, it is Day! MURIEL CHAMBERLAIN, ’26. 42 THE HUTTLESTONIAN (Concluded from Page 15) thought of the trick he had played on some of the fishermen. The day passed slowly and quietly, but with a hint of danger. Night again! Once more did Vincent push his skiff upon the waters. Again he feverishly worked transferring the shellfish to his own boat. He was still a half mile from his landing place when he discovered thatj the water had risen to his ankles in the rotten boat. Terror seized him. “Help, help,” he shouted vigorously. Instead of rowing ahead he lost control of himself completely, and stood up beating his fists together, tearing his hair, shouting, and sobbing. For strange as it may seem, most sea-faring men cannot swim. The noise created had caused lights to blink along the shore. People and children crowded on the banks peering into the darkness, from whence came the cries, and listening in awe. Men themselves were frightened at the weird cries, and hesitated in their attempts at rescue. All the while the loaded skiff sank lower and lower into the bay with its blubbering victim. Lawton was one of the men not affected by the strangeness of it all. “Man the boats there some of you and hurry.” But they searched the waters in vain. ALPHONSE PRZYGODA, ’25 VIRTUES Three things are given us to do: To work, to venture, and improve. All three in one we can combine For duty stands not far behind. Three things are given us to be: Honest, lovable, and free. Now help each other, one and all And all these three in one will fall! Three things are given us to know: Beauty, honor, and the truth—So Putting all nine into one fold, We have the virtues of the soul. ELSIE A. PERRY, ’25 THE HUTTLESTONIAN 43 EXCHANGES We wish to acknowledge the following Exchanges: Oak Leaves, Oak Grove Seminary, Vassalboro, Maine. Alpha, New Bedford High, New Bedford, Mass. The Arguenot, Norwood High, Norwood, Mass. The Trumpeter, Bourne High, Bourne, Mass. The Scholastic Editor, Madison, Wisconsin. The Tattler, Ithaca High, Ithaca, N. Y. The E. H. S. Record, English High, Boston, Mass. The Rindge Register, Rindge Technical, Cambridge, Mass. The Abhis, Abington High, Abington, Mass. The Chronicle, Hartford High, Hartford, Conn. The Philomath, Framingham High, Framingham, Mass. The Harpoon, Dartmouth High, Dartmouth, Mass. The Golden Rod, Quincy High, Quincy, Mass. The Burdett Lion, Burdett College, Boston, Mass. The Cougars Paw, State College, Pullman, Washington. AS WE SEE OTHERS: Oak Leaves: Evidence of lots of life up in th e “Snow State.” The Arguenot: A superlative in the world of school magazines. The Trumpeter: On your way to establishing a standard in the line of high school literary work. The Scholastic Editor: A Friend of the high school magazine. AN EXCERPT FROM “OAK LEAVES”: We are delighted to welcome “The Huttlestonian” to our ex¬ change list. The high literary value and clean humor are a credit to the Fairhaven High. 44 THE HUTTLESTONIAN v THE GARDEN BETWEEN WALLS M ANY years ago, Father Honore, Chaplain of Stanton Peniten¬ tiary, the Sing Sing of the Middle West, bought a set of garden tools for prisoner Charles Wendall, a life termer. As Wendall had been ailing at the time, the gift was accompanied by the suggestion that a course in digging wouldn’t do him any harm. The suggestion seemed novel, as Wendall’s earlier experience had been far removed from gardening. He had been a journalist all his life, the editor of a thriving Mid-Western city daily, years in touch with trouble and crime, boost and knock. Moreover, the tools were child’s size, and Wendall was a strapping big man. It seemed as though the Padre were playing a joke. But Wendall took this jest and made much of it. He asked if he might care for the prison lawns, a small area, and this request was granted. Where then were the sickle, hose, lawn mower, and seed coming from, where, indeed, would the money come from? At the consent of the authorities part of the annual budget for the care of the prison grounds was used to buy the needed articles. As you know, all prison yards have a foundation of crushed rock, cinders, and scrap iron, which is hardly the thing to plant grass in. Nevertheless the little grass grew right along during the summer, and Wendall took a different attitude towards life. Gardening made quite a hit with him. Then he was visited by a strange ambition; would the warden let him make a little flower garden? Here was a problem; wardens are made of very stern stuff, and Warden John F. Carr of Stanton Penitentiary was no exception. Yet in this strange request the warden saw a world of good; so he consented. An area of rock and cinders, between the entrance gate and a large cell block was given to Wendall by Warden Carr. At this point the outside world enters the story. The prison appealed to florists, nursery men, and gardeners all over the Middle West for their odds and ends of bulbs, shrubs, plants, and seeds. The result was astonishing. All sorts of seeds, bulbs, young plants, and shrubs were sent to the Penitentiary and set into the ground by Wendall and his steadily increasing corp of prison gardeners. Generous friends donated young fir trees and these, together with many flower¬ ing shrubs went to make up the foliage. THE HUTTLESTONIAN 45 The Warden, seeing the prison and the spirit of its inmates developing, as a reward built a small green house, the first of many which was quickly filled by donations. The prospect of a rose garden loomed up, but better soil was needed if roses ever hoped to grow in old Stanton. Not to be denied, the rock and cinders were removed, and good soil put in. All the farmers in the vicinity, helped and brought in loam and fertilizer. One “Duffy” Peters, caught partici¬ pating in a poker game, was carried to Stanton with his wallet full of his winnings. This money was turned into eight hundred and fifty pounds of bone meal for the rose garden. Gardeners from many cities dug up their choice rose plants and sent them to the prison. The dreaded winter touched but fourteen of the rose plants, and spring found a fine rose garden of eighteen hundred plants. The death house and hospital were daily decorated with fresh flowers from the green house. Here is the mixture of two entirely different environments, one, cruel and dark, the other, bright and cheerful. Prisons will always be terrible, and flowers always bright. How this mixture will turn out we cannot prophesy. We only know that what was once rock and cinders is now blossoms and roses. Instead of looking at gloomy prison walls, the prisoner looks out at the swelling of the buds, the awakening of the flowers. To the prisoners, spring and summer do not mean a few more months gone on the prison term, but the time when the flowers are budding and going away—to come back again. To these the prisoner can say: “I was in prison and ye came unto me.” CRAWFORD DUNHAM, ’27. (Concluded from Page 37) The prisoners had the same rations as the fighting soldiers, and at intervals an inspector was sent to see that the food was pure and that the prisons were clean and healthful. Clothes were furnished and in the winter extra blankets were distributed. There was much idleness here, too, but the guards did all they could to help. Buttons and other articles were furnished, from which the prisoners carved jewelry and other trinkets. These things were sold and the money was turned over to the prisoners. Time and again people tried to persuade Lincoln to treat the prisoners more cruelly, but he refused, saying always that he was not warring on humanity. 46 THE HUTTLESTONIAN I T has been said that the Alumni Editor has a “snap”. That may be, but in my estimation the so caliled “snap” turns out to be a rather long and tiresome task. It is a case of digging out old newspapers and magazines, and following the activities of “prep” schools and colleges to see how many of our learned sons and daughters are distinguishing themselves! Recently, as I was glancing over some old newspapers, I came across a familiar picture—that of Fred Pflug. Freddy landed the pivot position on the University of Vermont freshman football team. In addition to that he was elected captain of the eleven. Not to be forgotten is Henry Drake, the American History class artist. I hope he does as good work now as he did the day he drew a picture of the “Tiger of France”! Bill Bruce not only does excellent work in his classes at Textile School, but has succeeded in making a place on the school’s fast basketball five. Jack Haydon, a basketball star of a few years ago, has a perma¬ nent position as forward on the fastest basketball team in New Bedford—the Mt. Pleasants. A number of future teachers at Bridgewater Normal had a rather narrow escape this winter when the school buildings were damaged by fire. Fortunately, no one was injured and there was little loss to personal belongings. The Misses Elizabeth Lovejoy, Alice Harding, Genevieve Slade, and Josephine Perry were among the names included in the long list of those who were inconvenienced. Once in a while one of the girls from Fairhaven High decides to be a nurse instead of a school teacher. Miss Sarah Fleming who chose this profession graduates next June from the St. Luke’s Hospi¬ tal. All success to her! THE HUTTLESTONIAN 47 Can you imagine Miss Claire Lovejoy married and settled down to the daily routine that married life brings to one? A bit of news about Edward Andrews, Fairhaven High boy fire¬ man. According to the latest report, “Andy Gump” is in partner¬ ship with his father down in North Carolina. I always knew Andy was cut out for a regular business man! Now that Nurmi is becoming accustomed to the indoor courses in the country, Philip Dudgeon and Howard Horne ought to get out their track suits and issue a challenge to the world’s greatest distance runner for a race over the Lunch Room Course. I would bet on “Doc,” even though “Phil” has been getting much practice from following the out of town boxers who invade New Bedford! I was talking with an old time track star the other day, Alfred F. Nye. He and Coach Pidgeon are trying to arrange an Alumni basketball night. I surely do hope an agreement can be reached so the public will be able to look over some of the old timers. What kind of a show would a team like this stand against the school team— Jack Haydon and “Manny” Pacheco forwards, Elmer Howard center, “Sterl” Wilson and “Lo” Gifford as guards. Think it over! While we are on the subject of Alumni teams competing against schools teams, it would not be a bad idea if some one, at a later date, looked up a few of the graduates and made arrangements for an out¬ door track meet before the close of school. The school is interested in track meets and such a meet would furnish good sport for all. During a recent conversation with Sherman Rounsville, “Sherm” informed me that he and Leo Larrivee share honors for being the first local boys to see Paavo Nurmi, the ‘ Flying Finn”, in action. “No one can touch him,” was Sherman’s comment on the matter. When asked how things were coming along with him, Rounsville replied, “None too good. Don’t have much chance to run as I am do¬ ing nothing but study, study, study.” Quite a difference from High School days when a large number of fellows found more time for athletics than they did for their studies! Hilt Holland, dubbed “General Fairface,” by Holdon, the former Middleboro High star, is trying to be transferred from Vermont to Brown University. Dutch Tunstall is to transfer also. Just a brief announcement concerning one of the graduates of the Class of 1924. Miss Marjorie Tupper has been admitted to Ed¬ monton College, North Edmonton, Canada. SHERMAN GIFFORD, ’23. 48 THE HUTTLESTONIAN THE TWO WAYS A child at the end of the road, Discovered a parting of ways. He knew not which way he should take And puzzled stood there in a daze. Which way must he choose—to the right, The left, or to stay there till eve? Above, on a tree, was a sign, Which the child could quite easily perceive. Alas! the poor boy could not read; He could only stand scratching his nose. 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PAULL, ’26 Assistants FREDERICK MOSS, ’27 ALFRED ANDREWS, ’26 Reportorial Editors GRANVILLE PRIOR, ’27 JAMES P. O’LEARY, ’26 Alumni Editor ELSIE A. PERRY, ’25 Exchange Editor DARY DUNHAM, ’27 Faculty Advisor MARGARET SIEBERT Business Manager HAROLD B. DUTTON, ’28 Assistant JOSEPH PERRY, ’28 Advertising Manager ROBERT B. CASWELL, ’26 Assistants HOWARD DUTTON, ’29 MARY O’LEARY, ’28 Circulation Manager NATHANIEL POPE, ’26 Assistant MARY TOLEDO, ’26 Single Copy, 25 Cents Table of Contents Page 9 11 Editorial Staff. Jack Frost (A Poem).. Editorials : Ten Minutes with the Principal. Another Scholarship. Football. 1925-1926 Orchestra. Time Ya Got (A Story). Twilight (A Poem). Social Notes. The Observant Student. Football Team— 1925 (A Cut). Athletics : Boys’. Girls’. To Our Faculty (A Poem). The Little Old Lady’s Secret (A Story). A Freshman’s First Day At School (A Cartoon) . Jokes.. Christmas Trees. Department Notes Commercial The Commercial Club Initiation. Latin Our Aeneas as a Hero. French Le Petit Roi (A Book-Review). Music The String Family. Domestic Science A Fairy Tale of the Cooking Room. History Condition of Country at Inauguration of Washington . General Science Biology Replaces Botany. A Spectator of the Twentieth Century. Exchanges . Heap Funny, Eii?. Alumni. 12 13 13 13 14 16 17 18 20 21 22 23 24 28 29 31 34 35 38 40 41 43 44 45 46 49 THE HUTTLESTONIAN Jack Frost I hear him frolicking o’er the hills, I feel his breath in the screaming gale I see the flourish of his icy wand In the murky shadows of the distant vale. Rollicking he comes o’er the sunkissed land With a mighty shriek, he greets them all. The stalwart trees, with leaves of green Turn ashy brown when they hear him call. The grassy leas and the meadow brooks Are chilled with fear to hear his tread. The little birdlings, they nestle close By mother’s wing to tuck their heads. And flinging wide my garden gate He strides in. With a wicked leer he Raises aloft o’er the fragrant beds His sceptre of ice so deadly and near. “Aha !” he cried to the trembling flowers, “When old King Sol from his lurid bed Gets up in the morn you’ll greet him not For with this sword I’ll strike you dead.’’ With one cold blow he laid them low, My tender blossoms, so sweet and rare And skipped away to the lonely hills Where hidden in frost was his icy lair. In the morning light when the mists rolled back And Sol with a smile stepped forth from his bed, He saw with dismay all over the land The trees and the flowers, naked and dead. “Oh, cruel Jack Frost,” he said with a sigh, “You came last night where asleep 1 lay And blasted the life of my pretty flowers That look up, and smile, all through the day. “You have torn the leaves from off the trees You have stopped the birds from their merry play. Oh clouds! gather round as thick as you can 1 shall hide my face from the earth today.” MURIEL CHAMBERLAIN, ’25 THE HUTTLESTONIAN Ten Minutes with the Principal £ TT would be a fine thing, if we could lend that much money each 1 year ’ said Mr. Dickey, as he glanced up from his work at his desk to explain to me with much enthusiasm ‘The Huttlestonian Scholarship Loan Fund “You remember that last year ‘The Huttlestonian’ presented to the school the sum of one hundred dollars as a nucleus for a college student loan fund. This year, we hope to lend five hundred dollars to those graduating students who need help in order to go to college. This money will be loaned for four years, the latter including four years of college and one of employment. After five years, if the money is not paid back, the student will be expected to pay interest on the money for the overtime. “This means that it will be at least five years and perhaps longer before the Fund will be able to support itself. If we are to raise five hundred dollars each year, there will be a total of twenty-five hundred dollars. We expect to raise the money by entertainments, et cetera. The Commercial Department originated the idea of selling- candy at the football games and the students have already added considerably to the Fund. The profit to date is two hundred dollars. “It means a good deal of work to raise two thousand, five hun¬ dred dollars,” concluded Mr. Dickey, “but as I said before, it will be a fine thing for the school to do.” FREDERICK MOSS, ’27 THE HUTTLESTONIAN ANOTHER SCHOLARSHIP While we are on the subject of scholarships, we must say that we are sure the school is exceedingly grateful to Miss Sears for a gift of one hundred dollars as a scholarship for this year. This is apart from “The Huttlestonian Scholarship Loan Fund.” FREDERICK MOSS, ’27 FOOTBALL Recently, comments were made concerning the commercializing of football in Fairhaven. No doubt football does financially increase the school’s coffers but where does all the money go? It helps to supply the deficit that baseball, basketball, and track brings about. The school could not have the number of boys participating in sports that it does were it not for football. Ninety percent of the student body is actively eng ' aged in one sport or another during the school year due to the support of football. Therefore, let us consider ourselves fortunate in having a football team that helps to keep our boys physically alert! ALFRED ANDREWS, ’26 1925-1926 ORCHESTRA The orchestra that turned out for the first rehearsal of the school year was an improvement over that of last year, and it looks now as if we were to have a most successful season. Mr. Jones, the leader, would very much appreciate a trombonist if there is one in the school. The school’s aim this year is to increase its financial returns for the purchase of new instruments, a praiseworthy way of spreading interest in music. We are sure the citizens of Fair- haven will attend the concert in force to assure the success of thys project. ALFRED ANDREWS, ’26 [ 13 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN ’Time Ya Got? £ wuz ridin’ on one of them Mid-Western trains, Jerry McPeak V V an’ me, when this thing what I’m tellin’ you happened. Yer see me an’ Jerry’ve been side-partners for a long- time. P’raps yer know Jerry McPeak, a little sawed-off runt with an imagination like a rubber band. But, as I wus sayin’, we wuz sittin’ in the day-coach of this here train on one of the hottest, dustiest, and darndest days thet they produce in thet section of the country. We’d dozed off an’ on five or six times already, so sleepin’ wuzn’t any fun no more. So long about the middle of the afternoon we wuz gittin’ desp’rit for somethin’ to do. Pretty soon, I notices get on the train a man with a Sunday-go- t’-meetin’ look on his face, but his clothes wuz dusty an’ he looked hungry an’ tired. After a while, he looks around an’ seein’ Jerry comes over an’ asks what is the time an’ if the train is late, which is the perlite way of startin’ a conversation on a train. Now, as I said afore, Jerry wuz achin’ to do somethin’ so he complies with the stranger’s request an’ pulls out an immense gold watch. Jerry is real proud of this watch, ’cause his father won it as a welter¬ weight champeen o’ the town of Red Rock, Indiana. “Twenty-five past three” says Jerry, fingerin’ the heavy gold fob. Then the little man thanks him an’ turns to go. But Jerry stops him an’ asks if he won’t sit down an’ talk an’ maybe eat some of our grub left over from our lunch. The stranger sits down smilin’ real delighted-like. He says his name is Wilkins — Henry Wilkins. Then Jerry introduces hisself an’ says thet the lanky galoot side of him is Bill Jepson, — thet’s me. Jerry opens our suitcase an’ from under the day’s newspaper digs out a parcel of good ol’ fashioned ham sandwiches. These Wilkins heartily stuffs down him an’ seein a headline on the news¬ paper says thet the police appear to be idiots when it comes to stoppin’ crime an’ thet when he wuz a missionary in Africa the natives killed a feller only once a week to go with the Sat’day night beans. Jerry says thet he’d had a little to do with criminals an’ goes on to say a lot of stuff thet wuz new to me. At this point I got real interested. Yer see I know thet Jerry’s only experience [ 14 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN with the police wuz when he got run in for celebratin’ the Fourth in an unbecomin’ manner. But Jerry’s imagination wuz all wound up an’ he goes on to describe his own system for trailin’ an ' identifyin’ criminals. Wilkins listens, takes it all in, an’ agrees between mouthfuls of sandwich. “Jest think,” says Jerry, “p’raps there is a criminal on this very train plannin’ his next crime.” “Yes,” says Wilkins, “it might even be me.” An’ he laughs an’ Jerry laughs an’ they both chuckle together like as if it wuz a good joke. “No,” an’ Jerry lowers his voice, “but d’yer see thet big fellow with the bull neck, over there — see how he hides his face behind his newspaper? I’ll bet he ' s seen the insides of many a jail.” Wilkins says prob’ly so an’ they get to talkin’ on other subjects. By ’n’ by, Wilkins says thet he ' ll have to say good-by since he gets off at the next station. After he’d gone I nudges Jerry an’ asks him how long since he wuz a criminologist, but he only regards me coldly. W Vf vU V I- ' I ' ' j ' ' 5 ' ' J We wuz near to the end of our journey when who should come over to us but the big man. “Beg yer pardon,” says he, “but do we get to Chicago afore six o’clock?” “Yes,” says Jerry. “Well, may 1 ask what is the present time?” “Jest-a-minute,” I interrupts. “D’yer mind tellin’ us yer name?” “Not at all,” an’ he smiles. “Providin’ yer don’t tell no reporters. I’m Clayton Young.” “Not the great engineer?” we asks, an’ he nods his head. I laughs out loud, an’ much to Jerry’s disgust I tell him about Jerry thinkin’ him a crook. “I’m complimented.” he laughs. “But what did you say the time wuz?” Jerry feels in his watch pocket, but, strange to say, it wuz empty. FREDERICK MOSS. ’27 I 15 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN Twilight Close to the western horizon A golden disk descends, Blending with the restless waters Where the winding river wends. In a sea of melted amber Flecked with primrose gold Twilight steals, in pallid hue A night shade to enfold. Gathers in the ribbon streamers Strewn across the sky, Draws a veil of grey chiffon Which she hides them by. With a twinkling star she pins it, Just to make it stay To fade off in the dusky eve, Until next close of day. HELEN MARTIN, ’28 r is ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN O N September 25, 1925, Colonel Lindsay, who was acting as a prologue in aiding the picture “Don Q” at the State theatre in New Bed¬ ford, came over to speak to the boys and girls of the Fairhaven High School. Colonel Lindsay has spent much of his life in South Africa, and he talked most interestingly of the habits and mode of living of the South African natives, and of the wild beasts of that country. The Colonel knew to perfection the art of handling the large Australian cattle whips, and gave the boys and girls an exhibition of different tricks with whips of various sizes Colonel Lindsay’s demonstration was greatly enjoyed by all as the art of whip cracking is seldom seen or heard of in this part of the country. Another interesting speaker who has addressed the Fairhaven High School pupils and teachers was Dr. Walter, who spoke on the subject of “Get What You Want.” Dr. Walter stressed the point that one could obtain what he wanted in life if he took the right attitude toward getting it, and looked for the beautiful things which counted. On October 19, Mr. Prior, whom everyone likes to listen to, gave us an instructive talk on “What Fairhaven Expects of Its High School Pupils.” He stated five different qualities that the citizens of Fairhaven look for in school pupils: the first was to be mentally alive; second, to have the manners of young ladies and gentlemen; third, to use good English, for one is largely judged by what he says and how he says it; fourth, to have pride in the reputation of the school; fifth, to use conscientiously the educational advantages offered by the school so as to be fitted for life in terms of knowledge and the power to think clearly. EVELYN SMITH, ’26 [ 17 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN The Observant Student After seeing the blue sailor trousers worn by some of the boys, the school authorities have decided not to change this school into a naval “prep” school. Every boy desiring to enlist will be personally encouraged to join the army! In a recent talk with a Metropolitan life agent, I was informed that his company had refused to take out any accident policies with F. H. S. girls who play hockey. They would much rather take a chance with the football team. Shakespeare was supposed never to repeat. The senior college English class wishes Miss Siebert wouldn’t try to keep up the rep¬ utation ! The Blossom twins are the despair of many teachers who have them both in a class. Mr. Staples, however, has found a solution to his problem. Bradford this year is wearing glasses while Clarence is not. (What would happen if Bradford should leave them off?) IN THE HISTORY CLASS Teacher—Everybody when called upon will stand upon his feet. (How else could they?) Jimmy—“Why do they put B. C: after dates?” George—“Because they didn’t know whether the dates were exactly correct, so they say ’bout correct.” Pupil—“This method of marking doesn’t seem right. Why I got minus one, and—” Teacher (interrupting) — “That shows a very poor lack of prep¬ aration.” Question:—“Who were the ‘Pirates’?” Answer:—Sailors off the coast of Africa.” Visitor:—“What is the cause of the noise that sounds so much like cows let loose?” Pupil:—“Oh, those are the dignified seniors who are calmly obtain¬ ing their history for special reports.” [ 18 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN FROM ROOM 5 Teacher—“Why does Virgil repeat Aeneas’ story?” Pupil—“To fill up more space.” ON THE BOARD IN FRENCH CLASS “Oui, nous n’avons pas les bananes. Nous avons les framboises.” DID YOU KNOW Teutonic civilization got its figure of the human body from Greece, and its calendar from the Hebrews. Homage was the ceremony by which a man became a night; it was also something like a villein. A bad feature in the Mohammedan religion is that they have to kneel down and pray every time a bell rings; another bad feature is that the men keep their wives in rooms. The Hebrews were hard to civilize because they did not know anything. St. Benedict started feudalism. EXCERPTS FROM FRESHMAN ENGLISH THEMES Rip awakes from his sleep:— “I made my attempt to stand and look around for these men who robbed me of my gun and dog, but felt my joints stiff.” Rip in the village:— “Does anyone know Rip Van Winkle?” The people pointed to a lad leaning against a fence with ragged clothes on. Rip in the village:— Going through the street I noticed some people stroke their chin so I stroke mine and found it about a foot long. DARY DUNHAM, ’27 [ 19 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN The football schedule for 1925 is the hardest any F. H. S. team ever tackled. The schedule for the year and scores of the games played to date is as follows: F. H. S. 13 F. H. S. 32 F. H. S. 26 F. H. S. 26 F. H. S. 35 F. H. S. 14 F. H. S.. 61 F. H. S. 0 Hope 0 Framingham 0 Swampscott 0 Dartmouth 6 Falmouth 6 Durfee 0 South High 0 Salem 20 The members of the ’25 squad are— Aiken, Alden, Bates, Bartlett. ' Beal, Browne, Burns, Cieurzo, Capt; Coe, Cook, Dexter, Doran, Dunham, Harold Dutton, Howard Dutton, Entin, Flathers, J. Garcia, M. Garcia, Hammond, Horne, Hossley, Kinney, Mack, H. Macomber, R. Macomber, McGowan, Moss, O’Leary, Page, Parkinson, J. Perry, T. Perry, Pierce, Portos, Rocha. Sheard, Silveria, Simmons, Slocum, Stiles, A. Sylvia, J. Sylvia, M. Sylvia, Terhune, Tunstall, Wlodyka, Wood, Wrightington, and York. Let’s hope that the team of ’25 will be even better than the teams before, and that they will keep up the record of the ' 24 team ! We suffered a great loss in Capt. Sullivan who had pneumonia at the end of last season, and has not been able to play this year. HAROLD B. DUTTON, ’28 [ 21 1 THE HUTTLESTONIAN Girls’ Athletic Association The first G. A. A. meeting was called to order, in the Assembly Hall, by Miss Boynton at 1:35, Wednesday, September 24. The meeting was held for the purpose of electing officers for 1925 and 1926. After the new president was elected she took charge of the meeting. The following officers were elected: President, Mildred Parkinson; Vice-President, Edith Kenny; Secretary, Palma Cham- pegny; Treasurer, Lucille Perry; Faculty Advisor, Miss Boynton; Basketball Manager, Margaret Mangham; Publicity Officer, Virginia Vokes; Cheer Leader, Constance Dudgeon. It was voted that money should be taken from the treasury for flowers for Miss Jason. It was voted that during the membership drive, from September 28 to October 5, that the president elect members from each room to collect the G.A.A. dues. It was voted that the by-law in the constitution stating the time for paying dues be changed, limiting the time for payments to January 1. The meeting was adjourned at 2:30. Respectfully submitted, PALMA CHAMPEGNY, Secretary, G.A.A. Welcome Freshmen! G.A.A. is ready and waiting to extend to you a hearty handshake. We want to make a friend of every girl of the incoming class. We are depending on you to further our ideals of good fellowship, real sportsmanship, and fair play. Every girl should remember that she can get as much out of an association as she puts into it. Girls, when you join the G.A.A., make up your minds to be as much help as possible! The High School Girls met the Alumni in a fast game of hockey, played on the Girls’ Hockey Field, Columbus Day at 10 A.M. The result was a 6-3 score with the High School on the long end. MILDRED PARKINSON, ’26 President, G.A.A. [ 22 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN To Our Faculty Here’s to the teachers of Fairhaven ! Here’s to their efforts true. Here’s thanks to each one for the things that they’ve done— O teachers, here’s to you! You’ve lessened our problems so hard; You’ve explained to us things that were new; And you’ve taught us each day some easier way— O teachers, here’s to you! So here’s to the teachers of Fairhaven! They’ve all been faithful and true. They’ve given us cheer throughout all the year— O teachers, here’s to you ! MURIEL CHAMBERLAIN, ’26 [ 23 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN The Little Old Lady’s Secret, INTRODUCTION 1 wrote the following story with a desire to answer an oft recurring question in my mind: If one were en¬ gaged in warfare, which would come first, the duty to one’s country or the love held by family bonds? It is said that our country’s cause should always come first, no matter what the cost might be. But I am asking you if any real human being could completely ignore the feelings of his heart to carry out his duty. Would you have acted any differently than the little old lady of my story? S the dear old wrinkled lady sat in front of the fire, the last ■ remark of her young grandson was still ringing in her ears. The more she tried to forget it the more emphatic it grew, until finally the little old lady became so worked up by it that she brokenly repeated the lad’s words, “No matter what the cost, my country’s cause shall always come first.” And again, “No matter what the cost, my country’s cause shall always come first.” Tears filled her yet undimmed eyes, and in a tremulous voice she said, “No, it can’t be true, it can’t be true.” A look of despair passed over her countenance as she thought to herself, “Oh, if he could only, only know.” Her secret, however, was locked up forever in her heart and the key thrown away. So carefully was the secret guarded that not even her loved ones would ever know what her heart had harbored. And to-day the words of her grandson had descended upon her conscience like a thunderbolt falling unexpectedly from the skies. The words had ripped open the wound in her heart, leaving her secret exposed from a long slumber, and smarting with pain and humiliation. As she sat there, her thoughts went back to her girl¬ hood at the time when the Civil War was nearing its end. When she was but a tiny child, she and her older brother Richmond had become orphans. Shortly after this sad experience they went from their Massachusetts home to live with their uncle in the South. There in the constant companionship with each other the wonderful love of brother and sister had grown to its fullest extent. Though she was then too young to realize what her brother was to her, on looking back she knew that he had most unselfishly done all in his power to take the place of their lost mother and father. Not only had their love for each other grown, but also a deep affection for their uncle. There was never a truer southern [ 24 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN gentleman than Uncle Robert Drakeford and no matter how busy he might be with his dignified lawyer’s practice, he always set aside one part of the day which he might spend with his nephew and niece at their play. There was a special tie between Richmond and Uncle Robert as the latter saw in his splendid nephew the ideals which he held sacred. Never did he stop impressing upon Robert the great responsibility of keeping the name of Drakeford unblemished, and of cherishing the loyalty he owed to the South. When she became of age the Civil War had broken out. Brought up in the Southern home of her uncle her sympathies were naturally for the Confederates and as her uncle had received the appointment of general, their mansion, due to its locality, had become a sort of headquarters for the Southern Army. She, therefore, spent much of her time with the soldiers working for them, sharing their senti¬ ments, entertaining them. Since the middle of the war no word had been heard from her brother who was attending Harvard College, his father’s alma mater, except that he had enlisted. At night when she would flee to the cool retreat of the garden where the stars watched over her like faithful sentinels, she would give way to her feelings and cryingly question the darkness as to where it was hiding Richmond. Wasn’t it sufficient anxiety to know that her brother was always under exposure of the enemy’s guns, without having to be punished by not hearing a word from him ? On a particular evening, tired physically and mentally from the unceasing strain of her war duties, she was revolving in her mind the speech given by General Carrington that afternoon to the soldiers. As she thought over its contents a feeling of recompense stole over her for all the hard work she had unselfishly done. How proud she had felt, too, when she saw her uncle looking so erect and handsome in his decorated uniform ; and now an indescribable thrill of pride ran through her as she thought of how her brother would also look in his gray uniform. Just that morning she had found her uncle gazing at the portrait of Dick which hung in his room. And he had said, “Dick, not knowing where you are is just about killing me; but I do know that if I could see you I would be proud of my nephew, who I feel is ever striving to carry out the ideals of the house of Drakeford.” Upon retiring she first went, as always, to her brother Rich¬ mond’s room. She lived each day with the thought of the few [ 25 J THE HUTTLESTONIAN precious moments she would have in its peaceful shelter, for, with everything the same as he had left it, here only could she feel the actual presence of her brother Dick. As she entered the room, the closet door 1 was heard to be quickly thrust open. Someone made an attempt to reach the window but was only able to stagger to the bed, across which fell a prostrate form. For a moment she stood motionless, but only for a moment. Terrified, she ran screaming to the door. It was but a second until her uncle with some officers came running in answer to her cries. On hearing her hurried story the men entered her brother’s room. As the lights fell upon the bed she saw to her horror a despised blue coated soldier — a Northerner — lying there face down¬ ward. Disgusted to think that he should be in Dick’s room, she unconsciously started to leave at once. But a sharp, hurt ejaculation from her uncle who had turned over the limp form on the bed, brought her to him. There she found herself gazing into the bearded dirty face of her own brother! Ah no, it couldn’t be he — lying there — a spy — a prisoner! She clutched at the bed to keep herself from falling. How grotesquely the candles made the figures in the room look, or was it her eyes? Her uncle’s voice sounded so far away. And then as if from another world she heard disconnected com¬ mands from her uncle. But, on being pieced together the words made sense, too much sense! How distinctly even now the little old lady could hear the harsh unrelenting tone in which he gave them — “You will search the prisoner! He shall then be taken to the guard house to await my orders for his execution!” The last remark acted as a thunderbolt which cleared her mind from its haze. It couldn’t be that! Dick, wounded, to be searched. Dick too weak to offer any resistance, taken and thrown into the guard-house! Dick, at her uncle’s orders, to be shot like a dog! Why wasn’t he made a prisoner and then given a fair trial at least? During the war her uncle had been captured and held, and though a most important man for the enemy’s cause, he had been released during the exchanging of prisoners between the two sides. Was he now giving such a chance to his prisoner — to his own nephew? The unfairness of it all touched her indignation and the sight of her brother lying there in need of medical assistance softened the bitterness which she had always held toward the Unionists. [ 26 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN At that moment, General Carrington who was in command of that district returned. The general, sympathetic for his young friend in her distress, ordered that her brother be cared for until he should recover from his wounds, and that his room be placed under constant guard during his convalescence. For a moment then she was left alone with her brother who now was talking wildly in his delirium. Stooping to touch his lips she made out from his mutterings that in the pocket of his shirt were hidden some papers, which, from his actions she guessed to be of a most important nature. But he was a spy! These papers were of vital importance to her side! She turned to go and as she did so her eyes fell on her uncle’s picture gazing at her from the wall. Instantly the harsh, unrelent¬ ing voice, the disdainful glance came back to her. It was all over in a minute ! Before the men returned she had deftly secreted the papers in the bosom of her dress. Three weeks later found her alone in her room. No sign of the anguish felt in her heart was discernible. That morning Dick had been brought in dead! On attempting an escape to the Northern side he had been shot, and important papers had been found hidden on his person. In the room below soldiers were now having a heated discussion as to where the rest of the papers were that must have been concealed on Richmond at the time he was taken prisoner by them. There was only one person who could answer their questions. Would she enlighten them? Never! The story of how she helped her brother to escape would always remain a secret. She turned slowly to Dick’s miniature reposing on her bureau. Somehow to-night Dick’s eyes seemed to smile at her, to give her the strength to go on. Her last little doubt vanished. Dick knew that she had played fair with him — that she had done what she thought in her heart was right — that she had been true to herself! As she snuffed her candle it almost seemed as if the beloved lips were whispering to her: “To thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day. Thou can’st not then be false to any man.” DOROTHEA R. PAULL, ’26 [ 27 ] A FRESHMAN FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL THE HUTTLESTONIAN Sunday School Teacher—“Now of what promise does the rainbow re¬ mind us?” Boy—“It ain’t gonna rain no more.” —Boston Transcript. “Did a doctor treat you for that sprain ?” “Treat me! He soaked me ten bucks.” — Selected. Judge (to prospective juryman) “So you’ve formed an opinion of the case?” P. J.—“Yes, your honor, one look at the man convinced me he was guilty.” Judge—“Heavens! man, that’s the Prosecuting Attorney!” — Selected. Why are you clearing the umbrella stand ?” “Because we have company this eve¬ ning.” “Surely you don ' t think they would steal umbrellas ?” “No—but they might identify some of them.” —Bucknell Belle Hop. He—“Have you seen the latest thing in shoes?” She— ' “Feet!” — Selected. Sambo—“Were you sick with the flu. Rastus ?” Rastus—“Man, I was so sick that most every night I looked in the casualty list for my name.” —Lafayette Lyre. Prof.—“Mr. Smith, why are you late to your eight o’clock class every morn¬ ing?” Smith—“The rest of the class come too early.” —Grinnell Mai teaser. “My mother says if I’m good I can go to the circus.” “That’s nothing! My ma says if I am good I’ll go to heaven.” — Selected. “I found a splinter of wood in my soup today.” “What did you do with it?” “Oh, I ate it with the rest of my board.” — Colgate Banter. “Who’s the Speaker of the House?” roared the political science prof, during an oral exam. “Mother,” responded the meek looking Frosh in the corner seat. —Northwestern Purple Parrot. [ 29 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN Alpha—“So you danced with Betty last night?” Tau—“How did you know? Alpha—“I saw her buying a pair of slippers and a crutch this morning.” —Chicago Phoenix. A student should know that just be¬ cause he has big feet it doesn’t mean he’s in good standing. —Vassar Vagabond. A dignified negro divine, pastor of a popular church at Washington, D. C. visited his old home in Dooly County, Georgia, recently and was invited to preach on Sunday at the local church. After such a sermon as only a negro can preach, he called on one of the old deacons, who had known him in child¬ hood, to lead in prayer, and the latter closed his petition as follows: “O Lawd, gib dis pore brodder de eye ob de eagle dat he spy out de sin afar off. Glue his han’ to de gospel plow. Tie his tongue to de plowline ob trufe, an’ nail his yere to de wi’less telefoam pole ob salvation. Bow his head way down in de narrer, dark valley, where much prayer is wanted; den, O Lawd, noint him wif de kerosene ile of sancti¬ fication and set him on fiah”! — Judge. When the teacher read a story about a man who swam a river three times before breakfast one youngster giggled. ‘‘What makes you laugh, James?” she asked. “You do not doubt that a trained swimmer could do that, do you”? “No, ma’m, but why didn’t he make it four and get back to the side where his clothes were?” — Selected. He—“Are you fond of golf?” She—“Am I! You should see the greens I ate “for lunch.” —Lafayette Lyre. Little Johnny—“What wuz we put on earth for when we just gotta die?” Little Tommy—“We-e-ell, I’m havin’ a pretty good time, ain’t you?” — Selected. Frosh—“Give me an ice cream cone, please.” Soda Clerk—“Five or ten?” Frosh—“Just one.” —Carolina Buccaneer. Susie—“I want some fairy tales.” Library Asst.—“Say, lady, you can ' t fool me. I guess I know that fairies ain’t got any tails. —Ohio Sun Dial. When the butcher responded to his telephone bell, the shrill voice of a little girl greeted his ear. “Hello, is this Mr. W-”? “Yes,” he answered kindly. “Well, do you know anything about where grandpa’s liver is? We’ve looked everywhere, but we can’t find it.” — Puck. “Persistency in inserting the same ad¬ vertisement, with no change of wording or illustration is a trait of some ad¬ vertisers. “A prospective customer wrote to a firm whose advertisement never seemed to change: “Have noted your picture of one pair corduroy pants in Home Magazine for past four months. More I see them better I like them. If not sold as yet, please enter my order for same. —College Humor. [ 30 ] I THE HUTTLESTONIAN Christmas Trees H OW little most of us think of our Christmas trees except when they are lighted and decorated! Seldom is there a thought of the vast numbers cut each year for the holiday season, or of the enormous waste when, the pleasure lasting for only a week or two, they are thrown out into the ash cans. At a time when so much is being said of the destruction of our forests, we do not realize the great onslaught which our Christmas tree cutting makes in our woods. Mr. F. E. Page, State Supervisor of Forestry, says that the number of trees cut for Christmas is about the same as that cut for lumber purposes! In the State of Washington alone, 1,000,000 trees are cut an¬ nually. That state not only supplies all its own needs for decorations at Christmas time, but trees are being shipped to other states and even to the American Island Possessions. “When the class of trees selected and the manner in which the cutters proceed is taken into consideration, the matter is becoming very serious,” says Mr. Page. “If they followed a thinning out process, their activities might even be beneficial, but, because of the economic problems involved, the method followed by the cutters is one which is most destructive to the growing timber.” Purchasers demand trees which are well formed, and this kind can be secured in large quantities only where the growth is rather scattered and needs no artificial thinning. In order to render their operation profitable, the cutters select such tracts and then make a clean sweep, as their ratio of profits is increased largely by the number of marketable trees taken from a given acreage. But what is Christmas without a tree ? “Not much,” we all say and right we are. Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without a tree. But why do we necessarily have to cut down the sturdiest and best of our firs to celebrate the holidays? Let ’em live ! Imagine Fairhaven at Yuletide with a living, glowing Christmas tree in every garden ! Glittering by day in the bright sunlight and shining out in the dark evenings with its colored lights — what a wondrous sight for visitors and for the unfortunate children who [ 31 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN otherwise have nothing but glimpses through windows of other kiddies’ delights! How much fun would be had by the children making their wind- and-rain-proof decorations of tinsel and tin, and how much better they would all feel for having had a full day of outdoor fun around the tree, instead of sitting about the house eating too much cake and candy. If people still feel they must have an indoor tree — bring it in, but with its roots! A tree planted in a tub will answer the purpose of decoration as well as any cut one, and can later be put into the garden as part of the landscape decoration. Whichever way, the tree still lives and grows as the children grow, each year becoming dearer as a friend who never fails in its mission of bringing Christmas joys. PRISCILLA ALDEN, ’27 [ 32 ] ( THE HUTTLESTONIAN The C ommercial Club Initiation The new candidates for the Com¬ mercial Club were in a nervous state all through the day, Tuesday, October 20, for they knew agony was awaiting them at the gymnasium at three o’clock. Each girl candidate had a green hair ribbon and the boys had either a black or green tie. They were all blindfolded, and led around the gymnasium to the doleful moans of a funeral dirge. The oath of the club M.Y.O.B. was then repeated and sworn to be obeyed. After this the candidates were put through the form of initiation. Eyes of fish a thousand years old were eaten. The hands of the ghosts of those who lost their lives on the Shen¬ andoah were shaken. Worms, a hun¬ dred years old were swallowed amidst much shrieking protest, and a live rep¬ tile caught in the African jungle was gingerly fondled. A mock marriage was performed as a final surprise. John Kinney officiated as minister and we are convinced that he ought to choose that profession for his future occupation ! Bride, bridesmaid, groom and best man took their responsibilities very seriously. The blushing bride’s bouquet of tomatoes and cabbage was artistically arranged. When the refreshments were served it was noted that the Ju¬ niors still had their appetites with them, for the banana ice cream and chocolate cookies disappeared like magic. Later, Miss Rosamond Simmons at the piano and Alfred An¬ drews at the saxaphone played for dancing. BEULAH CHAMPEGNY, ’26 [ « ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN Our Aeneas As a Hero It is said that all great deeds of the world are performed by those in whom joie de vivre is strong. If this is so, Aeneas, founder of the Roman race, is the exception which proves the rule, because he lacks this quality entirely. If ever there was a shining example of a man who did his duty doggedly, without a particle of joy, it was Aeneas. That Aeneas has many good qualities cannot be questioned. When his men are frightened of drowning, although his heart is lead, he soothes their fears saying, “O friends, the gods will give an end to these dangers. YOU have approached mad Scylla and Cyclopean rocks. Brace up, and cast off your fears; sometime in the future you will be glad to remember these things. Persevere, and save yourselves for better things.” Through all his misfortunes Aeneas is the polished gentleman, the man of the world. When he addresses both Venus and Dido he is very courteous, and flatters them with extremely pleasing words. But what a grouch he is! We are introduced to him in the great storm Juno has caused, querulously praying and asking the gods why he wasn’t allowed to die before the walls of Troy, instead of on the sea without glory or the burial so necessary to the Roman happiness in the after world. “O terque quaterque beati, quis ante ora patrum Troiae sub moenibus altis contigit oppetere! O Danaum fortissime gentis Tydide! Mene Iliacis occumbere campis non potuisse, tuaquae animam hanc effundere dextra, saevus ubi Aeacidae telo iacet Hector, ubi ingens Sarpedon, ubi tot Simo ' is correpta sub undis scuta virum galeasque et fortia corpora volvit?” To me Aeneas seems to glory in his misery and to take delight in telling his sad story to anyone who asks for it. The poor fellow 7 always seems to have the blues, and although his misfortunes are a bit overwhelming, one sometimes wishes he would brace up, and be happy for his own sake. Perhaps doing one’s duty feeling the way Aeneas does, and under such conditions, is, after all, the highest kind of courage. RUTH AVERY, ’26 [ 34 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN Le Petit Roi PAR ANDRE LICHTENBERGER (Reviewed by Ruth Avery, ’26) Michel, the little king of Pannonia awoke with the thought that if he were not king he would like to be lazy. But a king must not. And the Kainofs, his ancestors, were first of all kings. Michel sometimes wished he were not king, there were so many things a king must do which were unpleasant and boring for a little boy. There was the examination which the doctor gave him every morning and which even now confronted him. He climbed out of the huge bed and went to the dressing room where the doctor was waiting. As the doctor looked at his tongue, felt his pulse, took his temperature, and sounded his heart, his nurse Barbara stood musing in the door¬ way. “What a little fellow he is! He grows thinner every day. His bones stick out like a skeleton’s, and his eyes look so big and hollow in his little face. They always look as though they were asking for something. Ah me! I don’t believe I’ll ever bring him up.” Michel had inherited strong traits of character. Now and then his fierce outbursts reminded one of his warlike ancestors. One day he was playing in the garden with Nelly, his beautiful collie, trying to teach her to jump for a lump of sugar. But Nelly had disobeyed and when he shouted, she had run away. Then Michel became furious and threw rocks and sticks at her. Barbara came and tried to comfort him but he refused to be consoled and became more angry than ever. Finally he ran away to calm down by himself. Michel had no friends except Nelly and Barbara. One day while playing in the nursery he said, “Barbara, where is my mother?” “Cheri, you know — she is dead.” Michel knew she was lying to him. He threatened to have her discharged if she did not tell him. Finally — “She went away, long ago,” Barbara said reluctantly. “Why?” Barbara, sobbing convulsively, took Michel in her arms. “I have already said enough. When you are older you will know more.” “Then you are my only friend, aren’t you, Barbara, — you and Nelly?” Michel had the recreations and studies of children of his own age. But not every child of seven is obliged to know the dates of f 35 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN birth, marriage, births of children, and death of all the rulers of his country, as was Michel. He had every toy a child could want, and played all manner of games — by himself — but the little king was not happy. He thought that to be a king was the most glorious thing one could be. But still he was unhappy. Every fortnight he was obliged to attend the meeting of the Royal Council, while the men governing the kingdom discussed af¬ fairs of state, and oh, how tiresome these meetings were to the little king! Dressed in thick uniform, sitting in the huge council chair, while the old men droned on interminably, the little fellow wished he were out playing with Nelly. He amused himself by examining closely each man and making up stories about him. One man in particular he disliked — a little man with beady black eyes that always seemed to be watching him, and who talked most of the time, coughing after every sentence. The king was always glad when these councils were finished. It was the day of St. Sventila’s fete, and Michel was returning from the tiresome service at the cathedral, in the royal carriage, high above the shouting crowds, with the old Colonel beside him resplen¬ dent in his scarlet uniform. Michel was thinking how glad he would be when he was at home, when he saw a man in a second story window, standing with his arm raised. As Michel looked, the man dropped his arm, and something fell into the carriage. What was that round ball, anyway ? Why it looked like — Bang! A deafening roar and a flashing fire, and Michel knew no more. When he regained con¬ sciousness he turned to ask the Colonel -— but where was the Colonel? Michel turned his head and saw the men carrying away a tattered scarlet uniform dripping with blood. Next, he was in bed. They were bringing in a man. As soon as he saw him Michel knew what they wanted. Then he was asked, “Do you remember this man?” Michel looked at him, standing with a hangdog look on his drawn, white face, yet with a look of defiance smoldering in his eyes. He knew it was the man who had thrown the bomb. Why didn’t he say so? Was he sure of the identity? Yes. Well, then ! But Michel could not bring himself to condemn anyone to death. Finally they took the man away. That night Michel had a dream — a terrible dream — in which he saw the man being shot. For days the spectre haunted him till [ 36 ) THE HUTTLESTONIAN he grew so ill that a physician was called from Paris. He sat beside the bed and talked to Michel, looking fixedly at him all the time. “What would you say to a little trip?” “Where?” “Perhaps to Cannes on the border of the Mediterranean.” “Cannes! — Oh, I would li ke it so much!” So Michel and Barbara and Nelly went to Cannes. How different this country was from his native land! Warm, sunny, blue skies overhead with little clouds chasing lazily across them, and best of all — the sparkling, dancing, blue Mediterranean. Michel quickly regained his health in this delightful country. But he was very lonesome. He noticed two people whom he would be very glad to know — one, an old lady who looked so like a queen, and the other, a lively little American girl. Although Michel did not know it, the old lady was quite a personage, and she often thought about the little fellow. “What a little fellow to fill such a position!” she mused one day as she sat in the garden. “He looks so thin and so lonesome. I wish he could play with Lily Ware.” Now, Lily Ware was the little American girl. Just at that minute the little king was walking slowly by the old lady. The old lady dropped her handkerchief. Michel picked it up. “Thank you, little boy. Now won’t you talk to me for a few minutes ?” They talked till noon. Lily Ware usually came to help Mme. de Stenne to her dinner every noon. But today she was not here. Michel offered to help her. On the way, Lily came running up to them, sorrowfully explaining she had been detained. Then she saw Michel. A king! A real, live king! She suddenly became very con¬ fused. Mme. de Stenne introduced the two and Michel invited her to come and play with him that afternoon. They were playing in the garden. “Oh! If Your Majesty wishes —” But Michel hurriedly interrupted, “Please call me Michel.” Lily thought it over and finally said, “When we are alone, Eli call you Michel. When there is anyone else, I will say Your Majesty. 1 • Have you a sceptre, a throne, and a crown like real kings?” Oh yes, Michel had those. 1 37 j THE HUTTLESTONIAN “Can’t you show them to me?’’ Oh no, Michel hadn’t brought them to Cannes. They might have been lost on the way. They had very good times in the garden, and the days passed all too quickly. One day Michel was out taking his daily ride. Suddenly, in the carriage beside him he noticed a woman, very fussily dressed, looking intently at him. She got out of the carriage, started towards him, stopped and then her husband pulled her back and the carriage con¬ tinued. Where had Michel seen her before? Long, long ago. Ah! Mamma! It was Mamma! But of course not. That was the Count¬ ess Slasho! What had happened. Michel did not know. But when he reached the hotel, Michel made a discovery. Two tears were rolling down his cheeks. For the first time in his life, Michel had cried. Finally, word came that Michel was completely cured and must return to Pannonia. What heartaches there were, what tearful fare¬ wells on the part of Lily. But travelling towards his cold and cheerless country — towards the lonely palace and the councils, Michel’s resolution was taken. He would fight to his last breath to try to live and to be king. The String Family As you look at a beautiful harp with its gold pillar and gracefully curved neck, watch the harpist as he glides his fingers over the forty- seven strings, and listen to the sweet voice of the instrument, it is hard to believe that the first harp was only a hunter’s bow. Long years ago, it is thought that a hunter discovered a musical tone in the vibrations of his bow, and as he listened to the vibrations of the bows of his companions, he found that the larger the bow, the lower the tone, and smaller the bow, the higher the tone; so he put the three bows of different lengths together and plucked them alternately. The musical tones reminded him of the calls of different birds, of the wind, and of the waterfall. Thus, we have the advent of the harp into the realm of music, and stringed instruments have been developed and handed down to us. [ 38 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN The members of the string family are the violin, viola, cello, and double-bass, (sometimes called bass-viol or contra-bass). These instruments are somewhat similar in shape, but vary in size. The violin, the smallest instrument, is the most familiar to us. It has four strings tuned to the musical tones of G, D, A, and E. The violin is the most important member of the orchestra, and corresponds to the soprano in a quartet. The most famous violins were made in Cremona, Italy. The viola is similar to the violin, but is a little larger, and is tuned a fifth lower. Its strings are C, G, D, and A. The viola has a melancholy tone compared to the brilliant tone of the violin. The violincello or cello, the tenor or baritone of the string choir, is a much larger instrument than the violin or viola. It has to be played resting on the floor and supported by the knee, so that it is sometimes called the “knee-fiddle”. The strings of the cello are tuned an octave lower than t he viola. The cello has the expres¬ sive powers of the violin, but there is more strength to its mellow tones. The largest of the three instruments is the double-bass. It is over six feet tall and is slightly different in shape than the other stringed instruments. It has sloping shoulders, flat-back, and a high bridge. The bow is heavier and shorter than the violin’s and is made of coarser black horsehair. The double-bass is played in the same manner as the cello. Its strings, tuned in fourths, are E, A, D, and G. The double-bass is a transposing instrument because it plays music ah octave lower than it is actually written. The tone quality is heavy and often gruff so that it is not used in a string quartet. The instruments that make up the string quartet are first violin, second violin, viola, and cello. ANNIS HEBDEN, ’26 [ 39 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN ✓ A Fairy Tale of the Cooking Room The kitchen door was locked for the night and all within was quiet. Suddenly a great noise arose among the pots and pans as a little band of elves danced merrily forth. “Let’s make some gingerbread,” said one. “No,” replied the other, “let’s make cake.” “Well, I’ll make gingerbread,” replied the first, “but you can make cake.” So they started telling others to help. The first ingredient for gingerbread was % cup of boiling water. So some of the elves heated the water while others put 1 cup of molasses into the yellow bowl, and when the water boiled they poured it into the molasses. By this time the other elves were sifting into a bowl 2 4 cups of flour, 1 teaspoon soda, 1 % teaspoons of ginger and 14 teaspoon of salt. Then how they all watched as the dry ingredients were poured into the molasses and water! Each wanted to take a turn at stirring after they had added 4 tablespoons of melted butter. The tiny creatures poured it into the pan and baked it about 25 minutes which seemed a long time to them; but when it was taken out of the oven how good it looked. “Oh,” said one, “I hope the cake comes out well. How shall we make it?” “Make it just like a butter cake,” answered another. This is the recipe they found in the file. PLAIN CAKE 3 tablespoons butter 2 eggs J4 cup milk or water 2 tablespoons baking powder 1 cup sugar y 2 teaspoon vanilla 1 V 2 cups flour They put in 1 teaspoon of grated nutmeg and cinnamon omitting the vanilla. Oh! what a feast they had. As the rays of dawn came stealing into the kitchen, the elves disappeared but not until each one peeked around to see if they had left .everything in perfect order. This is really what the cooking classes do although each week a different recipe is used. The above recipes are standard. MARJORIE KNOWLES. ’27 l 40 j THE HUTTLESTONIAN The Condition of the Country at the Inauguration of Washington At the inauguration of George oral he report JU gifcn ' V Yvont Washington, our country extended from Demers before the American the Atlantic Ocean as far west as the History Class. Mississippi, north along the great lakes and as far south as Georgia. The white and red men were intermixed and were continually fighting together, the white men living in con¬ stant dread of the Indians. Now that an Indian is rarely seen in the United States there is a growing tendency for our generation to feel more pity for the Indians instead of hating them as did our forefathers. Thus hemmed in on the east by water and on the west by the Indians were scattered the inhabitants of the United States. It is said that when peace was declared the population did not vary far from three and a quarter million souls. This population was not equally divided, for more settled in the southern states than in the north. The reason for this is obvious. The southern colonies had long been known for their fertile soil. The best tobacco and rice came from there. Except for a little timber to build ships, there was nothing the mother country wished to buy from the north. Under favorable conditions of climate and soil, wealth and population rapidly increased in all states south of Virginia. But it must not be forgotten that one seventh of the population was probably in slavery. Let us consider conditions in Boston as typical of the country. The people of Boston differed widely in manners, opinions, habits and religion. Though they were united under a common government they were anything but a united people. Then Boston was the third largest city, but if any one should see Boston now who saw it then, he wouldn’t recognize it. No bridge could be seen over the Charles River and when it was suggested to build one, everybody was against it, all said that it would be impossible. Finally, in 1786 a bridge was built. The streets of the city were not regular and had English names. They were unpaved, narrow, and dirty. The houses of the older portion of the city were mean and [ 41 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN neglected; they were built of wood and were unpainted. On the west side of the city the streets and houses were cleaner. The library was a strange assortment of good and very bad books. Huge volumes now out of print were very much read. Among the sober and sedate readers the puritanical taste was still strong. Many of the fruits and vegetables now considered an essential were unknown in 1784. The raspberries and strawberries grew wild. Bananas and oranges were for the rich only. The people of Boston depended upon the farmers for their food. The farmer worked very hard, his work all done by hand. His house, clothes and food were very cheap. The schools then were very different from the schools of today. They were in session for two months in winter for the boys, and two months in summer for the girls. The master was a graduate of a small academy. He stayed at his pupils’ houses and was con¬ sidered as a guest. His pay was very small. After attending the district school, a boy’s education was usually finished. The village doctor was always well liked and his hand bag was the only drugstore for miles around. The minister was the most important person of the village. Everyone took his advice which he usually gave without being asked. He was supposed to be divine and to come from divine ancestors. When Independence was declared forty-three papers announced it; of these only a few were worth reading. Communication by letter was limited. Sending a letter one hundred miles away was considered business. The stage coach made trips between New York and Philadelphia in three days. Two coaches and twelve horses were enough to carry all the passengers. An ocean voyage was rarely taken and if a man dared to undertake such a voyage he would be pointed out on the street with some such remark as, “There goes a man who has been to Europe.” The theatres were pronounced immoral and foolish and it was not till Washington’s second administration that a company of players dared show themselves in Boston. [ 42 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN Of the poor very little is known. The man who performed what is now called unskilled labor would receive two shillings a day. It was all he could do to keep his family from starvation. If a woman or a man were caught swearing or owing a very small debt, he was put in prison. The prisons were dirty and filthy. No one could stay there and live. What a contrast are these conditions with those among which we are living today! YVONNE A. DEMERS, ’26 Biology Replaces Botany In place of Botany the school is this year offering Biology. Biology comes from a Greek word meaning “The study of living things” and includes the sciences, Botany, Physiology, and Zoology. This science compares the structure and the life processes of man, animals, and plants, showing their relation to each other. It is based on the idea that all living things are cellular in structure. At present the class is taking up the study of vitamins and the diseases caused by the lack of them. The course is made more interesting by frequent experiments, some of which are done at home and some in the laboratory. All experiments are written and kept in a note book for future reference. ELIZABETH JOHNSON, ’25 General Science To make the course in General Science appealing and practical, demonstrations and lectures will be given on special topics whenever possible. Already there has been a demonstration of the “Application of Artificial Respiration” under the direction of Mr. Pidgeon, and Dr. Thompson lectured recently on the “Harmful Effects of Alco¬ hol and Tobacco.” GRACE W. MACKIE, Instructor [ 43 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN A Spectator of the Twentieth Century “Nors hominis faman vcrtit. 0 t J HP1S strange indeed to speculate upon the reasons why a man 1 is great,” Sir Roger remarked to me the other day. From his manner of speaking, I knew that this was no idle thought, and that Sir Roger was about to disclose his mind to me. “Indeed,” he went on, “I have been much interested to note in the papers of the great praise bestowed upon William Jennings Bryan who but recently died. It seems that while he was alive the gentleman had no special fame. He was simply a rather notorious character who possessed the doubtful honor of having been a presi¬ dential candidate on numerous occasions. He was also connected with a foolishly conducted trial in Tennessee. He was rather a curious character and open to ridicule on all sides. He was reckoned “fair game” by the cartoonists and his fat figure was grotesquely drawn on many a magazine cover. “All this has changed, however, now that the man is dead. He is no longer ridiculous in the people’s eyes. His name is praised to the skies; he is called a master statesman, and is recognized as one who helped to shape the destinies of his country. He is acclaimed a martyr and the noblest kind of a gentleman. In short, he is now considered as being the exact opposite of everything he was while alive. “Now what can be the reason for this marvelous change in opinion? The man himself has not changed. He has not shown any merit beyond what he showed in life. The explanation must lie in the fact that the man is dead. He can no longer hear what is said about him ; therefore, he is praised. It seems to be an irony of fate that although a man may be cursed while he lives, he may always have hopes of being praised after death!” GEORGE M. COOK, ’27 [ 44 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN Exchanges The Exchange Editor of “The Huttlestonian” takes this means to thank personally those schools who have so kindly sent copies of their magazines to Fairhaven High during the past year. The best wishes to you for 1926. “The Huttlestonian’’ is looking forward to the following ex¬ changes for the new year: The Alpha, New Bedford High The Chimes, Scituate High The Radiator, Somerville High The Orient, East Side High The Harpoon, Dartmouth High The Wampatuck, Braintree High The Red and Black, Whitman High The Advocate, Needham Hi The Echo, Canton High The Hanoverian, Hanover High The Student’s Pen, East Bridgewater High The Parrot, Rockland High The Dial, Brattleboro High The Sphinx, Shrewsbury High The Partridge, Duxbury High The Chronicle, Hartford High The Unquity Echo, Milton High The Roger’s Review, Fairhaven, Mass. The Chronicle, Haverhill High The Imp, Brighton High The Climber, West Bridgewater High The Herald, Holyoke High The Reflector, Weymouth High The Hermaid, Hingham High The High School Herald, Westfield High The Tradesman, High School of Commerce, Boston The Leavitt Angelus, Turner High The Pilgrim, Plymouth High The Eastoner, North Easton High The Arguenot, Norwood High (Continued on page 48) [ 45 ] I THE HUTTLESTONIAN Heap Funny, Eh? ffF OB,” wailed Betty, “Do you know where my snowshoes are?” D Bob and Betty were hurrying to go with their father to the station, which was two hours by buck-board. “Oh! Betty, you are a bother. Why don’t you put your things where you can find them? You remind me of a hen!” “Bob! What a horrid comparison. I don’t get the point, though.” “Well,” said Bob, “you never find a thing where you laid it last.” “I’ll be there in just one minute, father. I want to see Pete again,” Betty called hurriedly. Pete, the old Indian caretaker of the Phillips’ home, welcomed Betty with a smile. “Be sure you take good care of Wisdom, Pete.” Wisdom was their pet owl which Pete had found, when a tiny thing, and had given to Bob and Betty. Bob and Betty were having a good time planning to see how much they could get into one week, as it was not often they left their home in the Canadian woods. Montreal was a grand place to their minds. Mr. Phillips was to stay longer, so Bob and Betty would return together. The night after the Phillips’ departure Pete went to their cabin, which stood there — dark and silent. However, that didn’t bother Pete. He opened the door cautiously, felt around for a match, and lifted the lamp chimney, ready to light the wick. As he bent over, something brushed his cheek; Pete jumped, dropping the lamp chim¬ ney. ”) $(!!!??? “Heap funny,” grumbled Pete as he felt his way to the dining room, lit the lamp and quickly turned to look for the intruder. Nothing! After brushing up the broken glass he went into the store room, which opened off from the dining room, for another lamp chimney. Suddenly the room darkened. Pete rubbed his eyes. They felt all right. He whirled around — no light! “Ugh,” he muttered, “Me no like.” Slowly he felt his way again to the dining room table. A long, drawn out sigh from out of the darkness came to his ears. That was too much for the Indian, and he hobbled away in less time than it takes to tell. [ 46 ) THE HUTTLESTONIAN Pete was busy during the next day, but that night he took one of his friends with him when he went to the Phillip’s cabin. When they reached the cabin Pete whispered, “No go fast. Plenty soft.” He went to the door, rattled the knob, then hurried to the window. Both Indians looked in through the window. What they saw made little shivers run up and down their spines. Coming slowly towards them was a face with two huge eyes. Pete and Uncos drew away. They crept to a window on the north side. As Pete opened his mouth to say nothing was there, the face appeared — but only for a second. When it disappeared, a little of Pete’s courage came back. “Heap funny,” he muttered. “Come!” Closely followed by his friend he led the way to the door, un¬ locked it and went into the darkness. With the parlor lamp lighted, Pete felt much better. He lit two others, gave one to Uncos and kept one himself. “Find face. Go there,” he whispered, pointing to the dining room. Pete took his lamp and went up stairs. He opened the first bed room door. Nothing! The next bedroom was inspected, Noth¬ ing there! As he turned around, something brushed past him and out went his light. “Bah,” he grunted, as he felt in his pockets for another match — when, right in front of him appeared a big face with two huge eyes. He put his lamp on a table near-by and reached for the mys¬ terious face. He touched something soft but what, he did not know. One touch was enough to arouse the object which made a lunge at Pete. It attacked him in a hundred places. Pete, pawing the air, hit nothing. With a terror stricken yell, he dashed down the stairs and out into the moonlight. With his face and hands cut and bleeding, he was indeed a sorry sight. He asked Uncos to lock the door; then the two Indians stalked off in the direction of Pete’s cabin. Saturday night Pete met Bob and Betty. “Well, Pete, how is Wisdom ?” inquired Bob. [ 47 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN “Pete ’ Betty cried in alarm, as she suddenly noticed his ban¬ dages, “what is the matter with your face and hands?” He shrugged his shoulders unknowingly. When they had nearly reached the cabin, Pete went ahead, for he wanted Bob and Betty to see what he had seen. He rattled the door knob while they crept to the window. They did not have long to wait before the face appeared. Betty screamed and turned away. Bob muttered something to himself. Half an hour later, as they were sitting before the open fire, Betty said, musingly, “I wonder where Wisdom is?” She had hardly uttered the words when Pete came running in from the kitchen. “Light go out!” he cried. Bob and Betty went out to the kitchen with him. They had given up hunting, when Betty’s quick eye saw something move and she gave a glad cry. “Bob, look up there!” pointing to one of the beams. “There is Wisdom!” The owl was watching them with solemn eyes. A disgusted grunt from Pete made them turn to see the old Indian sneaking quietly through the door. LOUISE RANSOM, ’27 EXCHANGES (Continued from page 45 ) The Brush, Swain School The Burdett Lion, Burdett College The E.H.S. Record, Boston English High The Gale, Revere High The Oak Leaves, Oak Grove Seminary The Philomath, Framingham High The Sachem, Middleboro High The Somerville, Somerville High The Tattle-Tale, Wareham High The Torch, Peterborough High The Abhis, Abington High The Dorchester High Item, Dorchester High The Jabbewock, Boston Girls’ Latin School The Record, Newburyport High [ 48 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN Roster of the Class of 1925 Delphina Brown is employed by York and Holmes, Merchants Na¬ tional Bank Building. Mildred Bryant is employed by Steiger, Dudgeon Co., as a book¬ keeper. Anna Burke is working for a Cotton Broker in New Bedford. Alice Cardoza is a student at Bridgewater Normal. Edward Carroll is working. Raymond Clark is at Massachusetts Normal Art. Nellie Coombs is taking a night course at Kinyon’s. Anna De Costa is studying nursing at St. Luke’s Hospital. Frank De Rocha is back at Fairhaven High for a Post-Graduate Course, but we heard he had a position in view. Marjory Dexter is assistant Historian at St. Luke’s Hospital. Bradley Drake is employed by Ted Toylers, New Bedford. Edward Dubiel is continuing his studies at Harvard. Elizabeth Dugdale returned for a Post-Graduate Course at Fair- haven High. Alice Eitel is doing well at Mt. Holyoke College. Jennie Ellis is at home. Anna Fernandes has chosen Leslies in which to continue her education. Walter Gammons is working in the Merchants National Bank in New Bedford. Margaret Gifford is working in the Merchants National Bank. Marjory Gifford is employed at the Standard. By the way, little “Curly” is engaged. [ 49 ] THE HUTTLESTONIAN Katherine Goggin is at Boston Normal Art. Mary Hawes is also continuing her studies at Boston Normal Art. Ruby Hayden is now Mrs. Nathaniel Shurtliff. Charles Holland is taking a Post-Graduate Course at Fairhaven High. Ruth J ason died during the summer vacation. Elizabeth Johnson returned for a Post Graduate Course at the Fairhaven High School. Mary Le Baron is employed by the Star Store, as a bookkeeper. Dorothy Lee is at St. Luke’s Hospital training for a nurse. Jessie Lenhares has secured a position with Ted Toylers. Dorothea Magilton is taking a Post Graduate Course at Fairhaven High. Mabel Maker is working in the Atlas Tack. Letitia Maxson is a student at the Oral School in Mystic Conn¬ ecticut. Ruth McMeehan is at Boston University. Lillian Nye is working in Wellesley, Massachusetts. John O’Leary is at home. Lawrence Packwood is in the employment of Swift Co. John Parker has entered Clark University. Imelda Paquette is working for the New England Bakery in New Bedford. Elsie Perry is studying at Bridgewater Normal. Margaret Peterson is a student at Mystic Oral School. Gertrude Pettey is at home. Eleanor Phinney is now at the Springfield Library. Ida Pond is taking up nursing at St. Luke’s Hospital. Alphonse Pryzgoda is at home. Harry Rogers is back at Fairhaven High for a Post Graduate Course. Helen Seaman has chosen Lesly’s in which to continue her studies. Frances Seymour has entered The Katherine Gibbs School, Boston. Frederick Sheard is at Harvard. Edith Shurtliff is working in the city. Elinor Snow is employed in Bullard’s office, New Bedford. Margaret Soares is attending school at Bridgewater. John Sylvia returned to Fairhaven High for a Post Graduate Course. r so i THE HUTTLESTONIAN Mary Sylvia is employed in the office of Mendell’s Manufacturing Co. in Mattapoisett. Lona Tankuns is in Boston. Lillian Topham is working for Ted Toylers. Mary Veira is working in a Telegraph Company in New Bedford. Eleanor Walsh is enrolled in the private school for girls connected with Boston University. Marjory Wheeler is working for J. R. Libby’s Portland Inc., Port¬ land, Maine. Florence Wilkinson is in the Millicent Library and enjoys her work immensely. Ruth Woodland is continuing her studies in Framingham High. Anna Worthy is working in an insurance office in the city. 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