Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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20 THE HUTTLESTONI AN The Moving Pictures Ruby Helford I am a great lover of the movies. In them I find much edu¬ cational value besides real entertainment. This is espec¬ ially true of the pictures that appeal so strongly to the high school girl and boy. Let me name a few of them. Little Women” was superbly acted and left an impres¬ sion that will never be forgotten. Katherine Hepburn, who played the leading role of Jo”, was truly wonderful in her part. This story will certainly live on forever. David Copperfield”, played by Freddie Bartholomew, was another movie of great value to all who saw it. It pictured in a dramatic way the old story. As a matter of fact, I saw it several times and I never grew tired of doing so. A Tale of Two Cities” is another motion picture that had school value. The star, Ronald Coleman, gave a splendid performance as Sydney Carton, the immortal character of Charles Dickens. The Last of the Mohicans” was a vivid movie of Indian life, and proved the heroism of both the pioneers and the redmen. Midsummer’s Nights Dream” was an unusual picture, most fascinating, with beautiful camera scenes and with musical strains that left you breathless. The picture Les Miserables”, like the novel, was excel¬ lent. A wonderful actor, Frederic March, seemed to live the part of Jean Valjean. I could continue for sometime naming other moving pictures just as interesting and valuable as those already briefly described. To my mind, they are of great benefit not only as healthy amusement, but also because of their great educational value. I hope that the picture producers will con¬ tinue to give us movies of that fine type—and if they do, every high school pupil will patronize them, for there is no finer supplement to education.

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THE HUTTLESTONI AN 19 It was there that I saw him. He was twenty-nine and appeared at least sixty. He may be dead at the time that this is written, or he may live to be ninety; but always he will be confined as a leper. His face was still clear of the tubercles, but his skin was scaly and his nasal organs were clogged with a blackish pus which rendered what little speaking he did indistinct. Though he still retained a measure of his in¬ domitable cheerfulness, his eyes, blue ringed with red, were those of a child, who is bewildered by events which have passed too rapidly for his immature intellect to grasp. As I left, I forgetfully extended my naked hand, and he, shaking his head sadly, fastened his eyes on the setting sun which threw into relief his hideousness. It is this story which I offer as basis for my assertion that life is a very strange and unpredicatable affair. To take this as a manifestation of all of the queer quirks in Life, would be an injustice to that which perfects a variational series of events for each individual to follow. If there are those who doubt my general conviction, let them look about for a brief in¬ terval in their evidently crowded, unthinking existences, and then let them say, with any degree of earnestness, that man lives through a humdrum chain of recurrent incidents. Thoughts Norma Banks God took the sweetest, sweetest rose. The freshest, greenest grass. The honey of a million bees. And made an English lass. God took the strongest of all things. The tend’rest thing he had. Most passionate, most lovable. And made an English lad. God took two sweetest things in life. Put them heart to heart. Tied them with the tenderest love. So they would never part.

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THE HUTTLESTONIAN 21 Evolution of a Male Dorothy Carr D ue to the fact that I am of the feminine sex, I must profess a certain amount of ignorance in regard to the male species. I feel, however, that I am able to look upon the members of that sex in a far more unbiased light than could the most impartial male himself. It is to be borne in mind that this is not intended as a reflection upon any one member but rather as on the entire sex, noting their advance from the tender years to young manhood. It is my opinion that the progression of the boy can most closely be followed by the changing styles of his wearing apparel. The first type of clothing he wears is diapers, an obsolete remembrance. Junior doesn’t tarry here for long, but soon proceeds into the more mature state of rompers. Short pants are next considered to befit the energetic lad, as he cavorts among puddles and erects mansions of mud. One of Sonny’s most joyful periods of life is when he first dons his knickers. He then blossoms as a modern, youth¬ ful Frankenstein, instilling terror in the hearts of the diminu¬ tive lasses of his acquaintance. The parents of the young hopeful are continually amazed at their son’s evident ability to be forever floundering in a sea of hot water — a condition obtained by the breaking of windows, trampling of gardens, and other vandalism in general. Once more, a pair of pants signifies an epochal stage in the evolution of Junior — this time, long trousers. The occas¬ ion for this great event is most frequently the graduation from grammar school. Parents, grandparents, and whatever other relatives are fortunate enough to be present, gather around and view their rapidly germinating kin. Tears may be shed by the elders, for this event, seemingly trivial in itself, signifies that the years are closing in on them. Midst all this sadness. Junior alone is radiant, for to him, these pants spell added influence over his knicker-garbed friends, of whose cast he was but recently a member.