Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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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

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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

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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