Hamilton High School - Hamiltonian Yearbook (South Hamilton, MA)

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intense and ardent — liad started for the Front, and Yvonne, feeling that her heart was broken, had watched him go. In the long days that passed Yvonne found her dreary life brightened only by frequent news of him. So Yvonne dreamed her dreams until she heard the noise of horses’ hoofs on the roiid and the sound of wheels that stopped at the old gate. A man was crossing the courtyard. He appeared aged and feeble, leaning on a stick and Avalking with diffi- culty. She rose with a cry — he had left her young, strong, handsome and full of life. Now he was returning — a broken man, wlio had sacrificed his manhood for his country. Then, leaning on Yvonne’s arm, they Avent up to the old mansion, where her father Avas waiting for them. By permisison of a Senior. A RED CROSS DOG. The call for volunteers had sounded. !Men Avere wanted for the French army. Among the men that volunteered was a ])oor man whose only companion was a dog. He and the dog had to eat anything that they could get and sleep in anything that Avas handy and would afford shelter. Going into the recruiting station, the man offered his services and then told them that he had a dog which he wanted taken care of. The officer told him to bring the dog in. The man did so and gave him to the officer, who looked him over and then told his master that prob- ably he could help his country also as they needed dogs, and that this one Avas one of the most faithful kind. The man was greatly pleased to know that his only possession coidd help in the great strug- gle. He was loath to give up his com- panion of many years, for where his master went, the dog Avas sure to folloAv, but he was glad that the dog would not have to roam about the streets with no one to take care of him. The dog was then taken to a training station where the dogs were taught to go out after a battle on the field under fire and bring in a cap or anything that they could pull off the wounded man. When the nurses at the station thought that the dog had been trained long enough and could be depended on, they took him to a hospital Avithin a short distance of the firing line. By this time the dog’s master had been sent out onto the field of battle and had started in to take his part in the great struggle that Avas going on. Going through an entanglement one day the dog suddenly saAv a form lying in front of him. He went up to the still body and sniffed around it. The man was just conscious enough to feel the dog lap- ping his face. He opened his eyes and looked at the dog’s shaggy coat. The dog Avhined piteously Avhen he saAv the eyes close again, and then began pulling and tugging at his hat. He finally succeeded in getting it off and then started back to the hospital. When they got back to the wounded man they put him onto a stretcher and gently lifted him into the Avaiting ambu- lance. After much jouncing and bumping they finally arrived at the hospital where it was found that the Avounded man Avas beyond the poAver of human beings to re- store him to life. After the man was buried the dog went and lay down on the mound of earth. He would not take any nourishment nor 6

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certain base hospital it became known that Aurele Latour had received a very important summons from Paris — where she had immediately gone on a city-bound ambulance, at midnight. « As Gene lay in bed he said to the nurse who was dressing the wound in his shoul- der, “Who is the nurse with the black eyes and hair that is so pretty.” “Oh!”, said the nurse, “that is Miss Latour who received a summons from Paris last eve- ning. She is not here now. Did you hear her singing to the soldiers?” “No,” said he, “she dressed my wound for me. She looked very much like someone I know, and I was wondering who she was.” He was disappointed for he was sure that he had seen his sister, but, he thought, she might have changed her name. “But what would she do that for?” he asked himself. No, he would not think of it. It was not his sister, but oh ! how she resembled her. As he lay pondering a thought came to him. IMarie Duplessis had been recognized on the battlefield by another soldier, for had not John Howard heard her voice and re- ceived the statement of Francois Pallette that it was she? Why had Miss Latour gone away? Had she really received a sximmons from Paris or had she asked the authorities to say so as a blind? If so, why did she not want her identity known ? Would he ever see his sister again? Mean- while where was Marie Duplessis ? Where had she gone at midnight on an ambu- lance? Who knew? Do you? (To be continued) LYNDALL M. MILLER, ’20. YVONNE It was just at the daffodil time of spring, and the yellow flowers were grow- ing in profusion never seen except in Italy. Up on the hill side in the midst of their riotous beauty stood the old Pa- lazzo, stained with the marks of time, dilapidated, as were so many of the old mansions where the families lived on little else than the memories of their an- cient splendor, but looking to-day like a house of romance. All the land seemed at rest and peace. On the low broken wall that surrounded the moss-grown courtyard Yvonne was seated. Her eyes were sad and thoughtful, for she was thinking of Francois, the man whom she was to marry and who was to rebuild the broken traditions of her house. He was coming home to-day. Then, with the bitter-sweetness of re- membrance, her thoughts went back to another spring, when she was walking in the daffodil fields. On that morning .she had heard a man’s voice singing, pure, clear, and perfect. The singer, young, lean, muscular and handsome had passed her. Laughing eyes had met his. She had smiled and thrown him a daffodil. “I paid him for his song,” Yvonne had said to herself. Something within her had answered, “You lie! you threw him a love token.” They had met again and again. Yvonne in her day-dreams, smiled as she thought of how under the very eyes of their friends, her father, and her mother they had whispered their love. They had mur- mured their secret until it no longer be- came a secret, and they were watched. They had resolved to run away, and, far from the friends and enemies of their youth, find some place where they could live forgotten by the w ' orld — a perpetual honey moon among the roses. But then had come the war. Francois, with a burst of patriotic feeling — fierce,

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would he leave the place, but would only look pleadingly at anybody that came near. He kept grovung thinner and thinner until he, too, started on his long sleep and was buried by the side of his master. Both of them had given their lives to France. MAUD BURROWS, ’22. MY FRENCH ADVENTURE It was nine o’clock in the evening and 1 was translating French. “L ’aspect de la ville ” AVhat had happened. Were my eyes deceiving me? To my astonishment I found myself in the center of a small vil- lage. I saw a man walking a few feet ahead of me, and, after hurrying to over- take him, I said, “Pardon me, but could you tell me the name of this village?’’ A bewildered expression crossed his face and after hesitating he answered, “Pardon, mam’selle, je ne comprends pas 1 ’anglais ? ’ ’ French! 1 “ J’ai-er-er-er.’’ Didn’t I wish then that I had studied French with more earnestness. Here I was a stranger in a French village, and couldn’t remem- ber a word of French. “Parlez-vous francais?’’ he inquired hopefully. “Non-nous, monsieur,’’ I re- plied sadly. Then to my astonishment he began to make the most ridiculous gestures, and I burst out laughing. The man stopped and v alked away with an injured expression on his face. I hurried after him and pleaded in vain that I had meant no harm, but he would not listen to me. Then I looked hopelessly around. “Bon jour, mam’selle,’’ said a pretty girl pleas- antly. More French! ! Suddenly a French word flashed through my mind. Courir — run! and run I did, or rather I started to for “Wake Up! Wake up!’’ cried a voice. I opened my eyes and began, “Say, I’ve had the funniest dream.’’ “I should say you had, at the rate that you’ve been talking French. ‘ Je ne’, began my brother. ‘ ‘ Too much French for such a child, ’ ’ said father laughingly. Snatching up my beloved (?) Colomba I walked indignantly out of the room, re- solving that never again would I study French at night. ELEANOR SCULLEY, ’21. THE LIFE OF 1918. Father Time was leading old Miss 1918 from this world forever, and as they were .slowly departing they met her younger sister. Little Miss 1919. After exchanging greetings Miss 1919 asked her sister how she had fared in the world. The old lady shook her head wise- ly and responded with some sadness, “People are very changeable. When sister ’17 left they welcomed me with gladness. but now I am forgotten, for they think of no one but you. I have seen much happiness, misfortune and sorrow, also birth, life, and death. In devastated France, I saw many homes saddened and ruined. Many brave men died there for their country. In England and Italy things were the same, and in America circumstances were little better, for although they had not suffered as