Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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THE HUTTLESTONIAN A Senior vs Freshman A Senior was talking To a Freshie one; night. “Look at the stars. Aren’t they bright?’’ The Freshie looked puzzled, And sighed by and by, “Oh, aren’t there a lot. But do tell me why?” Said the Senior, “You’re green!” Laughed the Freshie, “That’s so, But that’s not so bad, ’Cause it’s green things that grow!” % Kenneth Marchant, ’29 My Life I live from day to day In uneventful way, Trudging cheerfully on, Weary, but heart a’song. I live to lay sinful world at my feet. To conquer and crush it, thus to defeat; That I may rise from its ruins in time, A figure ennobled, a soul sublime! Dolores Rousseau, ’28 [ 27 ]

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THE HUTTLESTONIAN The Little Waif O NE day, while we were talking to a friend that owns hunting dogs, he said, “Wouldn’t you like to see my new, pedigreed rabbit hound ?” We expressed delight and asked him to bring his dog the following day. The next day, true to his promise, our friend came riding up and took from his machine a dilapidated, dejected, dirty little white dog. His ears hung down, his eyes rolled, his tail was between his legs. One of his eyes seemed to be larger than the other because of a black rim around it which gave him a sinister appearance. He was the most forlorn looking creature that we had ever laid eyes on! Our friend said, “What do you think of him?” Not wishing to be discourteous, no one answered. Finally, after a long pause, one of the group said, “That is no rabbit hound,” at which, the friend burst out laughing. He then explained. A man he knew who kept valuable dogs had just had his widowed sister come to live with him, bringing her little dog, no bigger than a rabbit. Her dog used to excite the dogs in the kennels by barking, so the man would beat him and treat him cruelly. When our friend happened to be talking to the man, that day, he told him about this dog and his intentions of shooting him. The gentleman, feeling sorry for the poor little abused creature and because of his love for dogs asked to take the pup. Then, thinking of his promise to us, he thought it would be a huge joke to bring him instead of his hound and also he hoped, secretly, that we would keep him and give him a good home. Our hearts went out to the pup, so we took him in and bathed him. He became a much loved pet and we named him “Snubs.” About six months later, when a machine drove into the yard, we were greatly amazed to have Snubs run under the table, shivering all over, growling and snarling. He had never acted this way in all the months we had had him. When the man came into view we realized that this was the man who had so shamefully mistreated our Snubs. On the other hand, whenever a certain car is heard in a distance, our little dog jumps and barks joyously. When our friend, who rescued him gets out of his auto Snubs runs up to him to play. He plays with him as he never has played with anyone else. This summer, down at the camp, as we were driving off one evening, we noticed Snubs barking excitedly at the bushes. We thought nothing (Continued on page 30 ) l 26 ]

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THE HUTTLESTONIAN Persistence I T was one of those bright sunny days in June that makes you feel so energetic and happy. But to Helen Borden it was just another dreary day. Nursing! How she hated it, dreaded every new day. She couldn’t bear to see those pale suffering faces, and know that she could do almost nothing to relieve them. Helen had spent four years in one of the leading women’s colleges. Here she had plugged and studied, coming out one of the first of her class. Languages, yes, that had been her favorite study. Ever since she had read Homer, Hugo and Goethe in English, she had had an unconquer¬ able desire tq read their works in their own languages. At high school she had concentrated on the much lamented Latin with the firm resolution to get the better of it. French came to her with surprising facility. Then came college where she distinguished herself in any language she studied. But, what was the use! Here she was a nurse just because her sisters, mother and grandmother had all been nurses. Dad, himself a physician, would not hear of her being anything else. Only Uncle Charlie, who had translated many books, understood her. So the days wore on, her mind ever occupied with such thoughts, till a letter came from her college dean saying that a large department store in New York was looking for someone, well versed in several European languauges, to travel abroad and buy laces for them. It had come at last. The opportunity to do the work she loved! But the family ? “Never mind what the family says. You’re not going to spoil your life for any family tradition.” “But, Uncle.” “That’s all right, keep mum. In a few days your uncle is taking you for a rest. See if I can’t bring back the apples in your cheeks. While in New York we’ll go see these people.” Six weeks later the family was assembled on the wharf waving good¬ bye. Dad was there, too, trying had to hide his disappointment both at her leaving and at her choice of a different vocation. Her Uncle, with a cheerful smile, Mother and Brad were there to make her! going easier. She had always been Brad’s favorite sister, and he had great faith in her. They had had great times together, sleighing, skating. Well, there was no use looking back at what she would miss, much was ahead of her. Yes, she’d surprise them all, make them proud. So she turned to her [ 28 ]