Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 66 of the 1936 volume:

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EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-chief Janice Eldredge Associate Editors Carl Blechinger Priscilla Place Reportorial Editors Harold Woodcock Assistant Jean McKoan i Business Manager Isabel Tuell Exchange Editor Cecelia Barnes Faculty Adviser Margaret Siebert Advertising Manager Shirley Kanter Assistants Richard Carpenter Roberta Howland William Wingate Art Editor Charles Arnold The Wind T he wind Blows about the house Bends the bushes Sways the trees— The wind Rattles the windows Comes in Under the door Sets the shutters to creaking — When I am out The wind Tousles my hair Whips my jacket And my skirt And sways me on my feet— I have to fight against it Push forward Struggle It challenges me Makes my blood tingle It makes me feel alive And glad that I am— My eyes are clear I take on a new self Forget care and worry Forget what troubled me Yesterday— That is gone It is today— And today I love the wind. Isabel Tuell, ’37 The Will of the Almighty broadside from His Majesty’s ship, Storm Bird”, roared like the mighty thunder, as she slowly swung from her anchorage into the open stream. Her yard arms were black with hurrying sailors, who cast the billowing canvas to the gentle nor’west breeze; another broadside burst forth missing its target — the trim little schooner, Venture” — on all sides. The captain of the last mentioned vessel, tall, straight, with iron grey locks, stood as a startling contrast to the mean, slouching, little man in command of the mighty frigate. However, as is not often the case, the striking master of the little schooner was running from the law, which was imper¬ sonated by the mean little man. Yet another broadside sent its screaming missels at the fleeing Venture”, but its impassive master neither broke his stride nor missed a puff at his pipe as he paced the quarter¬ deck, eyeing first his bulging, then the pursuing ship, and last, but not with the least concern, the distant horizon. They sailed a westward course, while far to windward in the gathering gloom a storm cloud could be discerned. This cloud, at first, had little significance, but soon it assumed menacing proportions; nevertheless, no one on either ship realized how vitally this same cloud would affect both vessels. So much for the physical position of the parties con¬ cerned. Now for the conditions which led these two ships to be flying westward, one pursued, the other pursuing. The mission of the frigate was obvious. She was enforcing the laws of His Majesty, the King, but the case of the Venture” was not so clear. She was one of those little — shall we say traders — who do such a flourishing business shipping the products of the West Indies through the boop-bales of His Majesty’s laws of trade. Captain Sampson, master of the little ship in this dangerous profession, was doing nothing which his conscience deemed to be wrong. What could the King know of the needs of this Yankee trader? 8 THE HUTTLESTONI AN Both ships sped onward into the gathering night and the oncoming storm. The smaller vessel having a fore an’aft rig, had a decided advantage over the picturesque, but ponderous square sails of the Storm Bird”, at least, in beating to wind¬ ward. Forward rushed the ships, the night, and the storm. The wind was rising, the sky was darkening, and even the stolid British seamen eyed their taut canvas with apprehen¬ sion. Finally, the order came. Aloft and furl the royals”, roared the mate, and before the last words were fully uttered, nimble sailors were swinging in the rigging. A look at the schooner showed that her fear of elements was not much less than her fear of the frigate. Even her small topsails were evidently more than her creaking hull could stand, for a few hauls on the clews and they were firmly brailed to the trunk from whence no ordinary wind could dislodge them. The tiny Venture” was soon out of reach of even the great long Tom mounted on the fore hatch of the King’s ship. The storm and the night were to her advantage, for who could trail a black smudge through all these little islands? The fury of the elements was not long in striking. Soon with a shine and a roar, the rain and blackness were upon them, blotting out even the faintest trace of the frigate, now far astern and a good two miles to lee’ward. Captain Sampson, being by nature a cautious man, felt the force of the wind and took warning. Down tumbled the jib and the slatting main’sl as he reduced his vessel to storm canvas, tacked her about on another course, and set out, safe from the reach of the long arm of the law. The storms and the law, however, are not the only enemies of a ship sailing the reef infested waters of the windward islands. Soon at the captain’s order, was heard the periodical call of the heavers of the lead. “Six fathoms by the mark, Sir,” came the cry, and then a pause broken only by the howling wind and the beating rain. Four by the mark, Sir,” rang the voice, she’s shallowing.” The next report was com¬ forting to the master. No bottom, Sir,” sang the voice. The captain heaved a sigh of relief; at least, he knew his position. ■ THE HUTTLESTONIAN 9 He was over the spot known as the Great Hole”. From now on it was dead reckoning. With a hasty glance at the wake, the captain fumbled for his watch. Doing six knots, course nearly north, thought he. In just ten minutes he would have to tack abruptly and beat out of a treacherous channel. Nine minutes passed. Five by the mark, Sir”, came the voice that was like Gabriel blow¬ ing his horn for the judgment day; and the captain, muttering that they must be doing a little better than six ordered the helm put down, and slowly the Venture” swung up into the pelting wind. She came to, heading in the West nor’- westerly direction. Again came the judicial cry, Three and a half by the mark”, and the captain glancing apprehensively at the dancing waves spoke a few words to the helmsman, who crammed the straining ship a point nearer the wind. Two fathoms, Sir, and rocks ahead!” rang a startled cry, and as the Venture” turned slowly around she lowered in a trough grating against a coral reef, with a sickening sound. With the next swell, however, she slid free into the open water and headed for a hidden harbor used so often in a case like this when man and the elements seem to hinder the pro¬ gress of traders”. A shock, even though slight, may have disasterous effects upon the garboards of old ships, and this one was no exception. Much to the concern of the captain and crew, the water rose steadily in the hole. The men sweat at the pumps, but still the water rose. There was no alternative but to beach her in some hidden cove, such as abounded in this part of the sea. And so she lay, high and dry on the sands; the sea and the storm had accomplished what man could not. The sailors of this unfortunate ship called it luck, but the London Board of Trade called it the will of The Almighty. David Swett, ’36 10 THE HUTTLESTONIAN The Advantages of High School Athletics “1 he title should be more appropriately termed the ad¬ vantages vs. the disadvantages of High School athletics,” due to the fact that both sides present strong arguments. In dealing with a subject like this, there are several aspects of college life which must be taken into consid¬ eration. One should ask himself the question, What do I want to get out of college?” And in asking himself this question one runs into difficulties. Some people go to college merely to benefit from the education which the univer¬ sity offers. Others, to take advantage of the associations, con¬ tacts and the general prestige which they receive upon grad¬ uating from such an institution. In my opinion, the happy medium is attained when the person benefits equally from the educational standpoint, as well as from the advantages which the associations and mingling with other people and types offer. The relation with fellow students cannot be attained in any better fashion, I believe, than it can upon, let us say, the basketball court, the rootball field, in the gymnasium or even on the debating team. There you are put through a test, your companions are put through a test, and that test is as difficult and worthy of consideration as a mid-year examina¬ tion which tests your knowledge of the studies you have pursued. Upon the athletic field, the individual is embodied with the spirit of cooperation, the task of facing problems and meeting them in the right manner, of carrying out what has been assigned, without flaw, with the joy at trying his strength, physical and mental, against that of his opponents and with the ecstacy he feels upon finding that he is superior. Are not these factors important in molding life for the future, when one is to encounter the same problems out in the busi¬ ness world? Of course, we must take into consideration again, the per¬ son’s future. If a boy or girl is interested solely in the art of THE HUTTLESTONIAN 11 coaching or instructing physical games and sports, then there are colleges in the country to receive such prospective en¬ trants. Here athletics are stressed in the preparation of youth to go out and develop the younger generation in the proper manner. It cannot be denied that a body, in order to exist as a healthy organism, must have a certain amount of exercise. Then we have other institutions throughout the world whose sole offer is educational. However, the majority of our universities offer both education and physical training to their students. They realize the advantages that one confers upon the other. I am quite certain that I am justified in saying that there is too much stress laid upon the outcome of high school con¬ tests. Of course, every organized team wants to outdo an opponent, but one must consider how needless it is to condemn a team and its instructor because it has proven inferior to another team. The primary advantage derived from the con¬ test is the same on both the losing and the winning side. The loser learns how to take defeat and come back fighting the next time with improvements enabling him to win. The winner must learn how to control his joy at winning and try to maintain that joy. In either case, a benefit is derived. Then why all the discontent on the losing side? It would be needless to enumerate the advantages which high school athletics offer. Judge for yourself by appraising the products which this department is now putting forth. Who are the leaders of your classes? Who are the healthy individ¬ uals in the school? Who has all the friends? Who is enjoying his four years in high school? The answer is quite apparent. If a fellow has participated in high school athletics and intends to pursue the same sports while in college or even out of college, he naturally has that advantage over the fellow who had no previous experience. Every person is entitled to his or her own opinions, however, and if he feels that athletics will be just a waste of time in the pursuance of his vocation, in which athletics will 12 THE HUTTLESTONIAN play no part, then that person should not be made to par¬ ticipate. He can get his exercise by pleasant walks through the meadows or by an afternoon at cycling now and then. But does not a person like that regret, after he gets out of school, that he did not take part in athletics with his former classmates? I am inclined to say, from previous experience with this type of person, yes. He always has an unpleasant memory in his mind of pleasant Saturday afternoons, when everybody was headed for the stadium, or evenings in the gym when people hung their heads over the bannister to watch a basketball game or gym meet, and of always being on the outside of a circle of a laughing and bantering group, dis¬ cussing some past contest. Are you on the outside of that circle? If you are, why not get inside and see what is going on there? If you do not like it, you can step out again. My guess is that you will stay in! Emile Dubiel, Harvard University, ’37 ■_ ■ -- THE HUTTLESTONIAN 13 Futility want to hear all about him, Dr. Rocheau.” ' ' Well sir, he is a remarkable student. In fact ; I don’t believe I have ever known a student his equal. ' And his nerves, Dr. Rocheau, his nerves? ' Dr. Attouni, his nerves even during the most grue¬ some operations are tempered with such coolness that it approaches the inhuman. Please don’t think I exag¬ gerate, Doctor.” Then he’ll be a good heart specialist?” One of the best in the world, sir.” Steady?” Very.” Umn. I’d say he was about perfect.” I, I wouldn’t say that. As a surgeon he is great, but as a man he is, he is—well, Doctor, he’s queer. That’s the only word by which I can describe him. He’s always aloof and withdrawn. Sort of makes a man hate him and pity him. At times he appears lost, and looks dazed, almost as though he existed only physically. I’ve heard he’s had a tough time of things. To my knowledge he has never laughed, or even smiled.” Too bad, Dr. Rocheau, that a man of his ability must be like that. Ironic, isn’t it, that although his life is going to be a huge success, it is at the same time, going to be a dismal failure. Oh come now, don’t look so downcast. After all, what we’re concerned with is his professional, not his per¬ sonal life.” And leaning back in his chair, the questioning Dr. Attouni beamed on his aid. Now all his years spent in a medical school didn’t seem in vain. In a few months he would be able to present a great heart specialist to the world. That specialist would be Pierre Nevin. The Zero Hour crept on inevitably, bearing in its wake death and destruction. 14 THE HUTTLESTONIAN The trench was permeated with a hushed and strained undertone of activity. It was the activity of men who were trying to forget the horror that awaited them — inspecting rifles, fastening bayonets, adjusting gas masks, while their thoughts raced home to loved ones; attempting to appear non- chalent and unconcerned, while their stomachs tightened and their hearts beat in slow plummets. Such were the men who were going over,” many separated from eternity by but a few minutes. Only one did not ostensibly join in the bustle. As though deprived of any human emotion, he sat on a box, supporting his back against the slimp wall of the trench. Although ob¬ scured by an encasement of grime, his clear-cut features were easily discernable. He, too, was thinking, but not of home and family. He had no home or family to think of, not even a friend. A vivid picture of his mother and father being shot by a Turkish firing squad on suspicion of espionage flashed through his mind, causing the grim set of his lips to lower per¬ ceptibly. He was then fifteen years of age. From that day he had fended for himself — always with one aim, one object, one consummate desire in his early matured mind — to be¬ come a great surgeon. This had been his venered mother’s wish. Without friends, or money, life had not been easy. At night he studied incessantly and this, coupled with an abnormal in¬ tellect, gained him, after some years of hard work, a scholar¬ ship to one of the leading medical schools of Europe. Here neither his talent or determination lay latent. Wizened pro¬ fessors with years of learning stored within their gray skulls imparted obsolete and yet valuable bits of knowledge to him when the class had departed. And then, just as he was coming down the last lap, just as the fulfillment of years of courageous endeavor loomed before him, Fate had beaten him back. Europe was plunged into the deadly whirlpool of 1914, and into its very vertex, by power of conscription, he was sucked. Such were the reflections which Pierre Nevin milled over. He gazed at his hands, and for a brief instance he felt an overpowering urge to laugh, uproariously and abandonedly; his hands long, tapering, well-kept, clean in this oozing, THE HUTTLESTONIAN 15 dripping filth of a trench seeped in dismal January rains. What was it Attouni had said? Something like, Take care of those hands; the world needs them.” Involuntarily hi eyes wandered up to the cold steel of his bayonet. Yes, the world did need his hands. But it was evident that it prized their efficiency with the bayonet more than with the scalpel. Break¬ ing his immobility of form, he took his weapon across his knees and felt the edge and point. Shortly he would find it neces¬ sary to use this. He! He who had learned to save lives with intricate instruments and delicate touch, would plunge this cruel blade into some heart. Well, he had been going to be a heart specialist, and if this was what the world called spec¬ ializing on the heart, he would fulfill requirements. Small wonder he was tempted to laugh; the situation did contain humor— Nature was painting dusk into night on a field in France when a screaming whistle split the silence attendant to this quiet occupation. It was the Zero Hour and Nature’s handi¬ work was spoiled by soldiers clambering over fortifications and through barbed wire, by the eery whistling of shells, and by agonized cries. Ceres was banished and Mars stood triumphant as men, in confirmation with his wish, proceeded to kill each other. i ' r The sun, as had been its custom since the outbreak of the war, peered fearfully over a horizon of hideous skeletons which had once been trees clothed in verdant green, to see what havoc the night had wrought. The fear was not unjustified. Huddled in pitiful brown bundles were those who short hours before had been living men. They were all alike — with their coatings of mud mingled with blood. One stood out from this slaughter. His hands were so white against the drab back¬ ground. Paul Fisher, ’36 16 THE HUTTLESTONIAN Smoke Soft, curling wisps floating lazily, creeping silently up an unknown staircase; spirals clutching space until they are blotted out, never to return. Thick, acrid columns rushing skyward— Masses of visible energy shooting higher. Blue-black velvet puffing; then gaseous denseness is absorbed in the skyline. Marjorie Stitt, ’3 6 The Ways of Men You always say tomorrow And put it off again. And then you find with sorrow That that’s the way with men. With teachers it is different. Their hearts are hard and cruel. They think it is indifference — And keep you after school. Someday, you may be master. The tables will be turned! And they’ll meet with disaster Until their lesson’s learned. Gladys Raymond, ’37 THE HUTTLESTONI AN My Pet Pest N o matter when or where I go, I run into a radio, The same old, noisy, pesky box, That pesters me with its loud squawks. Advertisements — day in, day out, I wonder what they’re all about! Which products really are the best? When, oh when, will we ever rest? Bread, and beans, and new Ford cars, Candy, cigarettes, cigars, Toothpaste, liver pills, and ink, Bathtubs, faucets, kitchen sinks! To me, the radio is bunk! Oh, how I wish it could be sunk Down to the bottom of the sea, So it would never bother me! Janice T. Eldredge, ’37 17 18 THE HUTTLESTONIAN CONCERNING BOOKS Of— Thank You , Jeeves by P. G. Wode- house Charles Arnold says — This is very humorous reading. Jeeves, the perfect but¬ ler, pulls his employer through many ad¬ ventures and his reward is always, ' Thank you, Jeeves’.” Red Saunders by Alyward E. Dingle Mr. Arnold continues — A very worthwhile novel; it depicts the thrilling adventures of an English social outcast in the South Seas.” Vein of Iron by Ellen Glasgow Catherine Morey writes — A real tribute to courage. The most widely read of her current books!” End of the Chapter by John Galsworthy Isabel Tuell advises — U A realistic trilogy of modern English middle class life.” Salah and This American by Leland Hall Miss Tuell also counsels— A story that makes you angry and sympathetic. It concerns a hero-worshipping negro and the cruel master whom he adores.” Young Renny by Mazo De La Roche Shirley Kanter declares— Young Renny is the latest addition to the delightful Jalna Saga, which takes place before the time of the first book. Gran, the beloved tyrant, is again the center of all action, and also Renny no longer the master of Jalna, but a young man sowing his wild oats.” Members of the Junior College Eng¬ lish Class have found the fol¬ lowing current books to their liking -- and r e co m mend them for your reading. THE HUTTLESTONI AN 19 Asylum by William Seabrook Jean Marks announces— after seven months confine¬ ment as a confirmed drunkard, in a ' mental hospital,’ Wil¬ liam Seabrook has written a book, which excellently carries out the proverb that truth is often stranger than fiction.” Discovery by Richard E. Byrd Richard Carpenter asserts— Discovery shows the love of a man for Antarctic life, and pictures the vivid experience of those who wintered there.” On Getting Rid of Freckles RB you cursed with freckles? If you are, or ever have been, you will understand my plight. Ever since I was old enough to look into a mirror and realize that the spotted thing at which I was peering was a reflection of my own speckled face, I have been con¬ fronted with the problem of how to remove my freckles. My mother once told me that by eating carrots I would be able to get rid of these unwelcome spots, so thereafter, I ate the vegetable until I thought I would turn into one. My mother must have been mistaken, as I have not lost any of my constant companions. At one time I removed a freckle from the very tip of my nose, but as the method was not very pleasant, I have not tried it since. The miracle happened while I was roller skat¬ ing. It seems that I took a spill and as I did so, I scraped my nose against a stone wall, taking off the biggest and most obvious of all my spots. Since then, I have resorted to drastic methods such as buying freckle creams, and applying them every night before going to bed. As none of the means I have ever tried have proved to be of any value, I suppose I will just have to be con¬ tent with them or try to laugh them off. Cecelia Barnes, ’37 20 THE HUTTLESTONIAN BOYS 5 ATHLETICS Football is undoubtedly the most important sport at Fair- haven High School. We have always been proud, and justly so, of our football teams. We have cause for honorable pride, too, in the team that showed such cooperative spirit, and such fine playing ability during the past season under the able leadership of Joseph Gomes, Captain. The following is the record achieved by that team: Fairhaven 42 Fairhaven 13 Fairhaven 21 Fairhaven 7 Fairhaven 6 Fairhaven 0 Fairhaven 26 Fairhaven 13 Fairhaven 2 Fairhaven 26 Colt Memorial 0 Coyle 0 Dartmouth 0 Durfee 6 Bridgewater 0 Whitman 13 Burrilville 6 Attleboro 0 New Bedford 6 Kingston 0 The student body should also be complimented for its fine support of its teams and for its excellent conduct at the games. In almost every school there is one student, at least, who distinguishes himself extraordinarily in athletics. Fairhaven has more than its share of these, but like other schools it has one student who, because of his versatility in all of the major sports, and marked ability in each, deserves a spot a little above the others. We salute you, Frank Perry, Bristol County Football Team, Captain of the basketball team, miler on the track team, and member of the baseball team. Commendation on their prowess should be given, in addition, to: Alfred Wylodyka—Bristol County Football Team, Cap¬ tain of the track team, co-captain of the gym team. THE HUTTLESTONI AN 21 Nathaniel Guy—basketball star forward, tennis (Junior Champion), baseball pitcher. Henry McGowan—center on the basketball team, star pole vaulter and high jumper. Edmund Freitas—halfback on the football team, third baseman on the baseball team. Otto Blaha—Bristol County Football Team, track. Very little is said about the managers of our various teams; they are the unsung heroes of sport. Few of us realize their duties and responsibilities. They have charge of the equipment, and the transportation and condition of such depends greatly upon them. So, in order to partly compensate them for their labors, we think it fitting to dedicate this column to the managers of our various activities and may they profit by the realization that we, at least, think of them! Harold W. Woodcock, ’37. GIRLS’ ATHLETICS Basketball After a successful hockey season, the girls of the Fair- haven High School formed their regular basketball teams. Al¬ though there have always been girls’ basketball teams, these teams are different from those of other years. In the past only a varsity team and class teams were formed. Now, however, every girl who wishes is allowed to join a team. This plan seems to be working out very successfully. Bowling Something new and different has been started by the girls’ gym instructor, Miss Anna E. Simmons, — a bowling team. The girls who have joined this team meet every Wednesday 22 THE HUTTLESTONI AN afternoon at Vera’s Bowling Alleys. The enthusiasts are: Isabel Tuell, Cecelia Barnes, Eleanor Pierce, Roberta Howland, Janice Eldredge, Priscilla Place, Adra Allan, Elizabeth Smith, Shirley Davis, and Eleanor Wood. Hockey The girls’ hockey season opened last fall with an exciting game against Taber. This and one other game, in which Wareham was the opponent, were the only games lost by the Fairhaven varsity team. The schedule of the games is as follows: Fairhaven 0 Fairhaven 1 Fairhaven 3 Fairhaven 1 Fairhaven 1 Tabor 4 Dartmouth 0 Tabor 1 Wareham 2 Dartmouth 1 The girls chosen for the varsity team were: M. Tripp—Left Wing L. Sylvia—Right Inside E. Smith—Center Bully P. Place—Left Inside E. Pearce—Right Wing E. Wood—Left Halfback I. Johnson—Center Halfback C. Barnes—Right Halfback E. Heuberger—Left Fullback M. Lewis—Right Wing E. Gregory—Right Fullback M. Klambt—Left Wing M. Perry—Goal J. Bouley—Left Fullback Jean C. McKoan, ’37 Among Our Classes Miss Cheney: Today, in club meeting, we’ll try to work out a sentence written in a science code. This is the sentence — copy it down as I read — S-8-P-Q-4-5-” Voice from rear:— Beano!” o-o-O-o-o Question in a science test: What do we need in a room ‘ beside proper temperature to insure health and comfort?” Answer: We need humanity!” o-o-O-o-o Chemistry class reciting on Matter and Energy. Teacher: Joe, what is matter?” Joe: Nothing! I was changing my seat.” o-o-O-o-o Miss Applin: After heating bituminous coal, the by¬ products received are coal tar, charcoal, dyes and coke.” Mitchell: Phew, all we get up to our house is ashes!” o-o-O-o-o Miss Gifford: What does the word ' quackery’ mean?” (practice of a fake doctor). Shirley: A duck farm.” o-o-O-o-o Handsome Senior Lad: Would you like to go to the Senior Hop?” Little Freshman Lassie: (all aflutter) : Oh — yes”. Flandsome Senior Lad: O. K. Buy your ticket from me!” 24 THE HUTTLESTONI AN From one of our science test papers: The four ways of cooking food are boiling, broiling, frying, and baconing.” o-o-O-o-o During a discussion on presidents in Miss Robinson’s history class: First Pupil: Was Blaine a well-liked President?” Second Pupil: I don’t think he was.” Third Pupil: Fie couldn’t have been; he never was president!” o-o-O-o-o Overheard in Miss Williams’ Room during home room period. Miss Williams: The duties of the chairman of the Citi¬ zenship Committee are .. Now Perry, What are you going to do?” Perry: Resign.” o-o-O-o-o Miss Talley: When did Gaius Gracchus die?” Roberta: I don’t know, Miss Talley; he didn’t die in this book.” Compiled by The Staff. THE HUTTLESTONI AN 25 The Universal Story (an arrangement of song titles) ONGj long ago, in the good old summer time, I was all alone, down by the old mill stream, near the road to Mandalay, sitting on the old covered bridge under the shade of the old apple tree, fishing with a glow worm for bait. But not even this choice temptation stopped Master Trout from saying No, no, a thousand times — no!” Looking up, I perceived a cloud of dust (in fact some dust got in my eyes) that finally appeared in the form of a bicycle built for two, with Barnacle Bill, the retired village blacksmith, pedaling furiously away. Following him as contented as could be, on the back of the old grey mare, were three little pigs, sleeping (baby, were they sleeping!) for the AAA doesn’t live here any more! I knew the destination of the ancient hammer wielder well, for his courtship of sweet Adeline, whose massa was in the cold, cold ground was well publicized (oh, for that old sweet mystery of life!) With my eyes wide open, and my mind going round and round, I fol¬ lowed him up the long, long trail awinding, and unnoticed we reached, simultaneously, the house by the side of the road, and I’m sure I heard those three little pigs mutter, “Thanks for the buggy ride, Nelly Gray.” Now comes the sad part of this story, for just as the jubilant blacksmith was about to mount the stairs, over there, near the gate, a shout was heard, Here comes the bride!” What do you think had hap¬ pened? Yes, that naughty Adeline had gone and married the principal of the little, red schoolhouse, and was to live in his home sweet home forever more, while Barnacle Bill, now dis¬ gusted, joined that old gang of mine. So, fare thee well, fare thee well, Annabelle. Harold Woodcock, ’37 23 THE HUTTLESTONIAN Frenchmen Do Not Cry T was a warm spring day in the year 1893, and the small village of Cogeac was bubbling over with excitement. Many leading citizens of the district were leaving for AMERICA — the land of hope and success. However, it was a sad day for Paul Lecour and his sister Jeanine. They sat down unhappily on the steps of the orphanage. Paul took the girl’s hand in his. Don’t cry, Jeanine — everything will be all right. America is not far away. They say it is beautiful there — no pain, no hunger. And, Uncle Charles is very kind. I know he’ll try to make you happy. It is not his fault he can take only one of us. But it’s going to be so lonely here without you.” Paul Lecour was very manly for his nine years, but he could not hold back the tears which forced themselves to his eyes. Oh, Jeanine!” he said, brokenly. Come now, you must not act like this,” remonstrated a kindly voice, Frenchmen do not cry!” Yes, Uncle Charles”, answered Paul, “Frenchmen do not cry.” And he hastily wiped away two large tears that were trickling down his cheek. You know, m’boy, things like this come in every man’s life — sacrifices to make others happy. You want Jeanine to be happy, don’t you? Of course. But there is no future for her if she stays here. You are a boy and will soon be able to take care of yourself. But your sister needs comfort and protection. Now do you understand, Paul?” Uncle Charles put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. You’d better say good¬ bye now. We must depart soon. He walked quickly down the steps to the stage-coach. Goodbye, my brother,” whispered Jeanine as she placed her soft lips against her brother’s cheek. Goodbye, Jeanine. Remember what papa used to say, ' Over the dark hill the sun is shining!’ I will see you again, soon.” a is THE HUTTLESTONI AN 27 A crisp wintry breeze toyed playfully with the thick black hair of Mrs. Jeanine Dalton, as she walked with graceful strides towards her home. She was a tall, well-built woman about fifty years of age, with delicate but well defined features. Her limpid grey eyes had a meditative look. The atmos¬ phere is strange today”, she thought. I feel as if something were going to happen. But no, nothing ever happens here. I am content though. I have a fine son, a good home, and kind friends. Life has not been so hard with me.” She let her gaze wander dreamily along the high stone wall that sur¬ rounded her house. James, his eyes shining with excitement, was waiting on the veranda for her. “Mother!” he cried. I’m so darn glad you’ve come. Honestly, I don’t know what we fellows would do without our mothers.” He gave her an affectionate hug. Kindly stop the Galahad attitude, and tell me what has prompted this sudden flow of compliments,” said his mother in mock severity. Well, to begin at the beginning. There is a new chap down at the office, a Frenchman everyone calls Le Pere.” He’s a sort of critic on writing. Just staying here tem¬ porarily; wanted to get away from the big city. Anyway, he saw that short story I’d been working on and thought it was pretty good. Says I have great possibilities. He told me to stick to writing as if it were a Siamese twin. Oh, Mom, I’m so happy!” I always knew you’d make something of yourself”, said Mrs. Dalton, a lump of pride coming to her throat. That’s not all. I invited him to dine with us tonight. Sort of lonely here for him, not knowing anybody. It’s all right, isn’t it?” James glanced at his mother’s face. Of course”, she answered. I’m always glad to meet a friend of yours. I’ll see that we have something special for our guest tonight.” The dinner was a success in every way, for Le Pere proved to be a most delightful person. It was, perhaps, due to his 28 THE HUTTLESTONIAN congenial manner, typical of his race, or the way his smile lit up his handsome face, even making his alert, brown eyes crinkle at the corners. At any rate, Mrs. Dalton found a soft spot in her heart for him. Looking at his broad, reas¬ suring shoulders, she remembered how much she missed John, and the long years she had been without her husband’s staunch partnership. She gazed at her guest from beneath lowered lids. What a fine man he is! I seem to know him well, even though we just met.” Le Pere was thinking, ’ ' I like that woman. She is real and sincere.” The dinner was finished in a leisurely fashion, and they retired to the long low-ceilinged living room. A cheery blaze from the fireplace lent its warm glow throughout the room. .£ • i 3 ] 1165 exc y se himself, saying he would return after he finished a special assignment. The other two discussed cur¬ rent topics pleasantly for half an hour or so, when the shrill blast of a fire whistle sounded nearby. Le Peie leaned his head back on the soft cushioned chair and smiled reminiscently. ' You know, I remember as a young¬ ster the manner in which a fire was announced where I lived. In the center of the village was an enormous steel ring, which was struck with a club, whenever a fire broke out. Rather a novel idea!” rs - Dalton sat up rigidly. That’s odd”, she said; they did that where I came from, too. Where did you say this was?” Cogeac, France.” Cogeac! She leaned forward with eager interest. May I be so bold as to inquire your real name?” Certainly. Paul Lecour.” Mrs. Dalton’s eyes snapped wide open. Le Pere_Paul! —No, No, It could not be! And yet — was it too much to hope? Mr. Lecour, did you once have a sister?” she asked. •i ecour S ance d at her curiously for a moment, and then said, Yes, but she came to this country long ago. That is THE HUTTLESTONI AN 29 why I came later, to find her. But I lost track of her during our long separation. I remember her now as I last saw her, in a white dress, with her long, black curls, dangling down to her shoulders.” He seemed to be looking a thousand miles away. ‘1 wish I could find her. It would make me the hap¬ piest man on earth.” Mrs. Dalton was not able to form the words that were in her heart, when she saw the tears glistening in his eyes. All she could say was, Oh Paul! Frenchmen do not cry.” Her brother looked at her intently. Jeanine!” The old familiar name came easily to his lips. Yes, it is you. Your eyes have not changed.” He took her hands, Oh, Jeanine, God is good to us.” Shirley Kanter, ’37 Night W he „ the darkness comes acreeping, And the birds have ceased their peeping, When the yellow moon is rising, That’s when night is so enticing! When the stars are shining brightly, And the trees are whispering slightly, When the wind has ceased to moan, That’s when folks are wending home! Eunice Nerbonne, ’37 30 THE HUTTLESTONIAN Aspirations and Inspirations Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop than when we soar.”—Wordsworth. Saints for heaven, but, for earth, heroes.”—Hardy. The boaster sees nothing but himself, having a veil of conceit before his eyes. If he was endowed with an eye capable of discerning God, he would not discover any person weaker than himself.”—Saadi. It is better to be nobly remembered than to be nobly born. ”—Ruskin. The very cloud that shades the life may be the means of irrigating it.”—Anonymous. You are where your thoughts are, and the truer these thought$ are, the nobler your world will be.”—Anonymous. We are in danger of looking too far for opportunities of doing good and communicating. In reaching for rhododen¬ drons, we trample down the daisies.”—Marion Harland. The best man is he who tries most to perfect himself; and the happiest man is he who feels most that he is perfecting himself.”—Socrates. Wisdom is better than rubies; and all the things that may be desired are not to be compared to it.”—Solomon. We judge ourselves by what we can do; we are judged by what we have done.”—Longfellow. Judge not thy fellowman till thou art similarly sit¬ uated.”—Jewish Talmud. Composure is often the highest result of power.”—W. E. Channing. Great souls have wills, feeble ones have only wishes.”— Chinese Proverb. Priscilla F. Place ’37 THE HUTTLESTONIAN 31 EXCHANGES One afternoon with nothing to do, I dug out my magazines and had a review. One of the first to catch my eye Was The Memory Chest” from Kingston High. There was wonderful poetry and many short stories, While an excellent sport page told of their glories. The Clipper” from Esk Hopkins Junior High, (Situated in Providence, R. I.) Had an interesting puzzle in the issue of ’34 Called ' ' Book Jamboree Titles”—Fun galore! If you wish for good manners, just follow the rule Written in the editorials from Barnstable’s school. The cartoons in The Clipper” added a pile To one of the best magazines on file. The Blue Owl” from Attleboro, Mass. Was a magazine with a lot of class. All its departments were well done, ’tis true, And the credit should go where credit is due. The Sea Chest” of Nantucket’s Academy Hill Was one magazine that gave me a thrill. Its strong school spirit just flowed from the pages, And its memory should last throughout the ages. Sachem” from Memorial High of Middleboro Had only one thing I could find in error. The advertisements were mixed with poems and jest, To have them separate, I think would be best. The Harbor Beacon” , Harbor School, New London Is a book young people find much fun in. As for mistakes, I found no other Except for advertisements on the back cover. 32 THE HUTTLESTONIAN In my wanderings, I next found, The Pilgrim”, ’way from Plymouth town. Its literary department, I could not overlook, And I found much joy in this well-written book. in my mind will never cease The memory of Sunny Days”, from Athens, Greece. Its poetry told of a by-gone day, Written in interesting and fascinating way. The Brown and White”, from Stonington Was an abundant source of fun. Its literary department surely was fine, But I’d strive for better editorials, if the job were mine. The next book I found was The Gazette”. Lynn Classical High should be proud of it! Its literary department and cartoons were fine, But at advertisements on the back — I draw the line! From Richmond Hill, I found The Dome”. This New York poetry certainly hits home. The Classroom Capers”, were full of jest, And the magazine rates as one of the best. Through these magazines, our friendships will start — Friendships that will grow, though we’re far apart. Cecelia Barnes, ’37 33 THE HUTTLESTONIAN Movie Title Inspirations Ah, Wilderness” . George Scott Mr. Hobo” . Pete” Blaha It’s the Irish in Us” . ' . Cecelia Barnes Gay Deception” . Priscilla Place Thanks a Million” . Janice Eldredge Hands Across the Table”, Emily Bettencourt and David Swett Six Day Bike Rider” . . Gordon Crook I Dream Too Much” . Barbara Holdsworth Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” . Harold Woodcock In Person” . Stella Nunes Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” . Clare Shurtleff Our Little Girl” . Sue Wilbur (school mascot) Woman Wanted” . David Pierce His Night Out” . Charles Tickle The Littlest Rebel” . Manuel Cabral The Dark Angel” . Roberta Howland Splendor” . . Marjorie Stitt Crime and Punishment” . The office Chatterbox” . Evelyn Renaud A Tale of Two Cities” . Fairhaven vs. New Bedford The Man on the Flying Trapeze” . Alfred Wlodyka The Nitwits” Tom Murray and Mitchell Klubowitz Fighting Youth” . All students Here Comes the Band” . . Arthur Milhench and Orchestra The Perfect Gentleman” . Standish Kelly The Scoundrel” . ' . Napoleon Holmes Pursuit” . Roy Birtwistle The Struggle for Life” . Freshmen Wings over Ethiopia” Colombo Gubellini This is the Life” . Seniors Break of Hearts” . Report Cards 34 THE HUTTLESTONIAN She’s One in a Million” . Marion Browne The Case of the Missing Man” . . Absent again!! The Thin Man” . Russell Tinkham Smiling Thru” . Jean McKoan Little Caesar” . Carl Blechinger First a Girl” . Shirley Ranter Little Man, What Now?” . Charles Arnold Freckles” . Louise Spooner G-Men” . The traffic squad Public Hero No. 1” . Nathaniel Guy Daddy Long Legs” . Henry McGowan Page Miss Glory” . Elizabeth Church Compiled by The Staff Poor Billy Anglin Him Billy Anglin On a wharf, Two feet danglin’, Got pushed off. Water was deep, He no could swim, Goodbye, Billy! You know him? Lawrence Pope, ’36 THE HUTTLESTONI AN 35 Locker Roomers It isn’t often that Benny Freitas plays the whole second team basketball game. There is a rule against fouling, which greatly affects Benny! The League of Nations” still holds its position in this institution. Favorite locker room sport — crooning. Blaha, Klubowitz, Murray, Wlodyka Inc. Songwriters: Patasini Minie Mo”. Locker room ambassadors — Mike” McGowan, Little Mussi” Patasini, O’Brien” Guy, Horace” Gifford, Con¬ nie” Pappas, Four Fouls” Silva, and Farmer” Perry. A1 Wlodyka has been losing his voice since his regular attendance at the basketball games. Coyne and Mitchell, Inventors and Destroyers.” Tom Murray will soon be manager of the Metropolitan Theater in Boston, if he sticks” to the film industry. Shall we call a special doctor to care for all Nat Guy’s ailments? We often wonder why the new gym team members have such a difficult time finding things such as mat stretchers, mat salve, track rope, horse brush, tumbling shirts, et cetera. Robert Jackson, ’37. Frederic Morgan, ’37. 36 THE HUTTLESTONIAN The Contributors’ Page Isabel Tuell (page 6), whose name appears twice in this issue of The Huttlestonian”, is the business manager of the magazine. Versatile, indeed, is Miss Tuell, for in addition to her literary and business affiliations she is a member of the school orchestra, plays basketball and hockey, and is an en¬ thusiastic bowler. David Swett (page 9), one of the outstanding members of the Class of 5 3 6, is president of the Student Council, a member of the Varsity Football Team, of the High School Orchestra, the Band, and the Traffic Squad. Incidentally, out side of school, he heads the worthy Y. P. R. U. Emile Dubiel, (page 12), Captain-elect of the Harvard football team for 1936, is a graduate of Fairhaven High School of whom we are justly proud. His enviable record at Harvard in track and football as well as his feats in other de¬ partments of athletics has gained signal honors for him. The article in this magazine introduces him in the field of writing. Paul Fisher (page 15) is a winner of the coveted Compe¬ titive National Medal in Latin offered yearly by the Auxilium Latinum (Association for the Promotion of the Study of Latin). He plans to enter Harvard University next Fall. Marjorie Stitt, author of Smoke” (page 16) is a prom¬ inent member of the class of 1936. She is an all-around girl and says her favorite sport is swimming. Gladys Raymond (page 16) and Eunice Nerbonne (page 29) are two petite young ladies of the College Junior group whose clever works are found in our poets’ corner. Janice Eldredge (page 17) Editor-in-chief of The Hut- tlestonian is a great lover of sports. She indulges in hockey, basketball, badminton and bowling, and is one of the school’s cheerleaders. Miss Eldredge became a member of the Honor Society this year. Charles Arnold, our art editor, is the clever designer of The Huttlestoman cover. He is also very musical and plays THE HUTTLESTONIAN 37 in the High School Orchestra, Band, and Symphony. His Traffic Squad duties keep him busy between times. Among our enthusiastic readers of contemporary writers are Jean Marks, Catherine Morey, and Richard Carpenter, whose remarks on current books appear on pages 18 and 19. Cecelia Barnes (page 32), our exchange editor, is one of our very active classmates. She is not only the author of the novel Exchange page but also contributes a short essay on Freckles. She is a junior lieutenant of the Traffic Squad, vice- president of the G. A. A., a cheerleader, a member of the Student Council and of the Junior Executive Committee, and a participant in all the major sports. Harold Woodcock (page 25) evidences his originality in The Universal Story” and in his sports write-up. As a mem¬ ber of the Student Council and the Junior Executive Com¬ mittee, and as reportorial editor of the magazine, he is, in¬ deed, a very busy man. Jean McKoan (page 22), assistant reportorial editor of the magazine, is known by her contagious smile and fascin¬ ating dimples. She is a great lover of sports. Shirley Kanter (page 29), indispensable advertising man¬ ager of The Huttlestonian”, excels in many lines. She has won recognition in essay contests during the last few years, and at the same time is a member of most of the school athletic teams. Priscilla Place compiled Aspirations and Inspirations” on page 30. Although she is kept quite busy as associate editor of The Huttlestonian”, she finds time to engage in many other interesting activities. She is drum major, a member of the hockey, basketball, badminton, and bowling teams, and is a recently initiated member of the Honor Society. Lawrence Pope declares that his poem on page 34 is his first publication. Mr. Pope’s chief interest is boats. It would be difficult to find better qualified students than Robert Jackson and Frederic Morgan, (page 35), to write up the spicy gossip circulated in the boys’ locker rooms. THE HOTTLESTONIAN THE NEW CHARLES H. COX STORE Smart Fashions FOR JUNIOR MISSES AND YOUNG MEN JOANN’S” Distinctive Frocks 109 William St. Success New Bedford, Mass. F. Eben Brown DR. H. H. LeCLAIR First National Bank Building Charles W. Knowlton Telephone 7020-W Thomas W. Whitfield BOUCHER CLOTHIER 1209 Acushnet Ave. Tel. 4444 THE HUTTLESTONIAN 39 Emma Brown, Prop. 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Michaud Co. 240 Union Street New Bedford, Mass. Dr. C. W. Shurtleft VINING PRESS Should Be Your Printer Dentist THE HUTTLESTONIAN” WAS PRINTED BY REYNOLDS PRINTING THE HUTT L E S TONIAN HERO AND HEROINE OF THE SENIOR PLAY Helen S. Williams Wesley V. Small 50 THE HUTT L E S TONI AN Impressions of The Poor Nut” BY THE POOR NUT On the evening of March sixth, the senior class presented the three- act comedy, “The Poor Nut” written by J. C. Nugent and Elliot Nu¬ gent. The large cast arrived early in order that all might have their make-up put on in time. I, for one, was bothered by the lipstick, most of which I had licked off and consumed before the end of the first act. When the curtain rose, Harvey Duxbury, the gruff old Colonel Small, proprietor of The University Bookstore, greeted, in his dom¬ ineering way, Miss Helen Williams, who took the part of Marjorie Blake. My cue came, and I arrived on the scene with a little nervousness which, however, immediately left me, not to return. Margie Blake, sweetly dispositioned and understanding, soon saw how shy and in¬ ferior feeling John Miller was.. I played as John, the young botany student at Ohio State University. From the wings I watched the admirable and whole-hearted act¬ ing of Miss Williams and of Miss Barbara Chadbourne, the forceful and beautiful Julia Winters, Margie’s friend. Then came Spike Hoyt, the aggressive Wisconsin athlete whose part was extremely well played by Irving Wilde. Later, Jerry Foley in the character of Magpie Welsh and Albert DeForge in that of Hub Smith, two happy-go-lucky wise¬ cracking collegians, breezed in, and very airily enveigled the unobtru¬ sive John into a one-sided bargain involving a quantity of rather shadily acquired books. Conversation was interrupted by Raymond Spare, the hard-boiled Coach Jackson, and Richard Belcher who was Wallie Pierce, the good- looking Ohio State athlete. Alone with Margie, John disclosed to her that he coveted the honors of a Psi Sigma man. But a mortifying accident with noodle soup, in the presence of Spike Hoyt at a certain dinner at the Psi Sigma house, had so affected him that he had ever since felt very sensitive and humiliated. He also admitted that he had corresponded with Julia Winters, whose picture as a beauty prize winner, was in the newspapers. When Julia saw the real John she was amazed at his appearance and disgusted, but when he was forced to run in the relay and quarter mile in the next day’s race, her attitude changed. She analyzed his psychic being, and tried to show him how to be rid of his inferiority complex. 51 ■ THE HUTTLESTONIAN As a climax, she promised to marry him if he beat Spike, who had been her beau in the race. Poor John tried to feign happiness, but Margie plainly showed her disappointment. The next day in the trainer’s tent, John was whipped into deter¬ mination to win the race by Coach Jackson’s tongue-lashing, and was further helped by Margie’s sympathy. Melvin Entin played very well as Doc Spurney, the trainer, although he had been rehearsing but a week. By John’s unexpected burst of speed, the relay race and meet were won for Ohio State. Then he was both physically and mentally over¬ come at the full realization of Julia’s promise. Harvey Duxbury played a good second part as the starter in the race scene. The scene was well acted with the help of Robert Browne, Halbert Hougham, Albert Plante, Moody Axtell, and Raymond Rioux, who were Ohio and Wisconsin runners. That evening at the Psi Sigma house, Julia announced that she and John were to be married at midnight. But after a time, John came to the point of defying everyone who had tried to standardize him With the words, “I’m inferior, and dawgonnit, Pm going to be inferior whether it’s immoral or not”! he marched out triumphantly to marry Margie. In this act, Sally Worth, Eleanor Stone, and Frances Browne en¬ livened the scene to a great extent. The play was made a success only through the untiring directing and patience of Miss Siebert, and through the help of the willing assist¬ ant staff of class members. Everyone will agree, I am sure, that “The Poor Nut” contained many a laugh, and that it was enjoyed by a most appreciative audience. MEMORABLE SENIOR ACTIVITIES AND PARTICIPANTS 1930 — 1931 THE HUTTLESTONIAN HONOR STUDENTS OF CLASS OF 1931 Left to Right — First Honor, Susanne Gidley, Second Honor, Veronica Moss, Third Honor, Marion Busby. l 54 THE HUTT L E S TONIAN REPRESENTATIVES TO THE STUDENT COUNCIL FROM THE CLASS OF 1931 Front Row — Left to Right — Edmund Andrews, Grace Knowlton, Merritt Huckins, Jerry Foley. Second Row, Left to Right — Lillian Bryant, Susanne Gidley, Anne Burns, Sally Worth, Veronica Moss, Frances Brown, Evelyn Milhench, Irving Wilde. Last Row — Left to Right — John Plezia, Richard Belcher, Oren Yorke. 55 For Reference NOT TO BE TAKEN FROM THIS ROOM ■ V. ' AyWJ ; 4 ' 2 H1 i 3 m i l ! M :((% i (i r I I I f-r: ■ ( ' VF.irrv 0f THE MILUCENT LIBRARY fairhaven, mass. fiuf HOT l is ' 7ri.lSS n v 1 M 1 st Mj ' - ? | ■ t.) s i ' b6,U ' t7 l iWr i . pO,QiS M vjitbfirb ' , f- W ' f-i ' - ¥ f w$t THE H U T T L E S T O N I A N REPRESENTATIVES NEW BEDFORD WOMAN’S CLUB Marion Forman Student membership has been a feature of the New Bedford Woman’s Club since the organ¬ ization of the society. The priv¬ ilege is extended to the high schools of greater New Bedford. Student members may attend any lecture or entertainment which is open to regular club members. The custom was suggested by Mrs. Tillinghast of New Bed¬ ford as a means of obtaining future members through the in¬ terest stimulated among the high school girls. Susanne Gidley r 8