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

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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

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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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nibich during the war as the other coun- tries, there was a great loss of life during the epidemic. ilany will tell you that my life was more trying than any other year in the history of the world. We had a long, cold vrinter with much sickness and death. I take pleasure in remembering one thing, though, that is, that peace was brought about during my life. For this I ' eason I believe that I have left the earth better for my being there, and SHIELDING James Tower had closed his place of business in Boston and had gone w ' est for his health. He spent his time in the out- door air riding and going on trips for weeks at a time. A few days after his arrival in the west there was murdered in the town a busi- ness man by the name of Schneider. No one could get trail of the murderer. One evening Tower met a poor, half starved lad in tattered clothes. He took him home, fed him, and gave him a suit of clothes. The poor lad put on the suit and went away. Not knowing what to do with the old clothes he threw them in a trunk. Next day Tow’er was visited by the police. They came and searched his room for they said the person suspected of the murder was seen entei ' ing there the pre- vious night. On finding the discarded clothes they thought surely that Tower was hiding the criminal but when he told his story they believed him. Two weeks later while walking through the woods Tower met the lad again. He stopped him, told him the authorities v ere on his trail, and asked him to tell why he had killed Schneider. After much coaxing the boy told this story. One day w ' hile in Schneider’s shop for he was an orphan and worked for Schnei- also because I have taught people to suf- fer uncomplainingly. It is getting late now, and I think that I have delayed you quite enough, so good- by. I wish you a happy and prosperous life.” Then Miss 1918 saw Miss 1919 depart under the escort of old Father Time. She saw the doors of a happy and peaceful future open, and with a sigh she continued on her way. ANONYMOUS. A CULPRIT der, he told his employer that he did not feel well. Schneider refused to let him stop working, however, saying he was lazy. AVhen Schneider left the shop about tw o o’clock, the lad threw himself down be- hind some logs and went to sleep. When he awoke it was dark. He looked at his watch. It was nine o’clock. He tried to find some way out. He saw a light through the key hole of the office door, peeking in he saw Schneider and one of his friends with many papers before them. As luck would have it, he stumbled and fell ; they jumped to their feet and ran to the door. There was a struggle, in which he wrenched a revolver from Schneider’s friend. Seeing Schneider draw a revolver, he shot, Schneider fell, and the other man ran away. He went to the office where the papers were just as they had been left. Schneider and his friend had been plan- ning to smuggle ash wood to Germany for the manufacture of airships. Schneider was a German spy. The lad had to tell this, but the thought of killing the man, and the fear of being hanged, had made him run away. ‘ ‘ Come with me, ’ ’ said Tower. Have no fear for what you have done. Be proud.” ETHEL POOLE, ’19. 8