Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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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.

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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)

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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