Fitchburg High School - Boulder Yearbook (Fitchburg, MA)

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Anion tlie rCvSt of the ])assengers, I recognized my old class- mates, Misses Stowell, Ranney, Proctor, Kane, and Noonan, a|)])arently bound for Euro])e. I could see by their “haughty looks and proud, overbearing manners” that they belonged to the faculty of the I ' itehburg High School. The steamer gradually receded, and at last was wholh’ withdrawn from my sight over the horizon. I awaited the next })ieture, but I suddenly heard a loud crash. The lens had given out and the ])eculiar chemical ]3roperties of Polonium and Actinium could be of no further avail. 20

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old, f uniliar love song. But she was soon interrupted by a voiee from behind. “How d’ye do? Seems to me I’ve met ye before.’’ “Oh yes, very likely,’’ replied the first, “I am Miss Lena Hardy.” Tlie neweomer looked sur])rised. “Oh yer be, be yer? My name’s Warren — Esther Warren. I guess we uster go t’ sehool together at Fitchburg. I live up over there.’’ She pointed to a shambling cottage. “I raise chickens for th’ market.’’ “Oh! now I rememl)er you!’’ exclaimed Miss Hardy. “Do you happen to know where any of our old classmates are?’’ “Well, I should say!’’ “’Bout a fortnight ago, I looked outen the winder and saw a cart goin’ up th’ street. It had no bosses nor nuthin an’ I didn’t know zactly what ter make on’t. It stopped before my house and two men on th’ front seat got off’ll made a bow. Who do d’ye ’spose the} were? One was Joe Schofield and the other Louis Moreau. One on ’em pressed a but- ton, like they have on ’leetrie bells in th’ city, then both got up on the cart again. Then th’ cart began ter play, without any one turning a crank. Then Schofield began t’ sing and Louis kept time with his feet an’ he did it pretty lively, too. By th’ way, where’s that feller Rod that uster scrape up t’ 3 011 so? You aint married, be yer?’’ Miss Hardy blushed. “I beg pardon,’’ said Miss Warren quickly. “Oh, no offence at all. I was just thinking. We had a little disagreement three years ago, and I haven’t seen him since.” “Do tell! I want ter know!” exclaimed the rustic. “ It’s just as well. Less to do with men th’ better. I never had much use for them anyway.” Miss Hardy blushed again. “Wall, I’ve got to be a’goin’,” Miss Warren continued. “I’ve got to feed my hens. Glad I’ve met ye. Good-bye.” “Good-bye,” answered Miss Hardy. Just then this picture faded and instead appeared the after deck of a large ocean liner eastward bound. Most noticeable among the passengers were two persons promenading about the deck. One was a man. I recognized him as Rodney Wilson. He was the same whom I saw upon the cliff in the storm, but his haggard look was gone and instead he wore the merry counte- nance of his school days. His companion was — Miss Lena Hardy.

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septp:mber. 8. School opens. 8. Randall appears with a goatee. 10. Stella returns. 10. Randall in disguise. 14. Class organizes. 16. Kindergarten organizes. 18. Stella informs Fisher he has a hole in his head. Newcomb breaks a leg; tough eheese. Lowe threatens to sue Sen- tinel. 19. Franklin informs elass that it is eomposed of “Guvs.” Ell- strom seen buying “ cigarwettes.” 20. Dutch Miller embraees opportunity in the shape of Mable. 21. Wilson walks home with Lena. 22. Again ? ? ? ? ? Rod ! ! ! ! 22. P. Lowe maketh “goo goo eyes” at “Peck’s Bad Bo 3 ’’ P. S. The bo 3 ' was a girl. Mossman takes a front seat, kindness of Cowdrey. 24. Moreau has an idea. 25. Junior football team shows up strong at practiee. Fisher is an all-around man anyway. R lndall receives a razor. Wilson has a new “’04“ on his cap. 26. Stella tells Ross he is a lobster. 21