Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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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

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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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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)