Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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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.

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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!”

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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