Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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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.

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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

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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.