Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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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

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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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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.