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

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to say anything save that she was a traitor. The Court iNiarshal had just pronounced the sentence of deatli, when a figure arose in the court room. It was Jean. No Avonder he had not l)een recognized foi- his hair had turned gray, and his should- ei ' s a little bent. Yes, he had had a long- sickness. These thoughts Hashed thi-ough Helen’s mind and instantly she raised her liand to her forehead. To the people it meant only a sign of the deepest pain, but to Jean it meant the oath which he had once told her, never to betray a patriot, and was she not the greatest of patriots, one Avho gave her life for a soldier? Thus Amei ' ica, in this individual Avas united in loyalty to France. EHKANOK SCULLEY, ’21. THE WAY OF A MAID WITH A MAN Miss Dorothy llroAvn Avas seated befoi-e the fireplace in her oavu little pink and Avhite bedroom. She Avas not i-eading, nor Avas she Avriting, but crying as though her heart Avould truly bi-eak. “Why, Dorothy, Avhatever is the mat- ter,’’ asked IMrs. BroAvn as .she entered the room. “Boo-hoo-hoo, ’’ sobbed Doro- thy, “Betty t-told me that B-Bobby Avas going to invite that iicav girl, Ellen Terry, to go Avith him to the Junior Prom!’’ “But surely there are plenty of others that you co dd go A ith, aren’t there?’’ questioned her mother. “Y-Yes but 1 d-don’t Avant Bobby to g-go AA’ith Ellen.’’ “I don’t see Avhat I can do about it, Dorothy,’’ answered Mrs. Bvoavu, “you’ll have to find some Avay out of it yourself.’’ That evening Mrs. BroAvn laid the case befoi-e her husband. He laughed and laughed, and finally managed to say, “She’s just like her mo+hei-. ’’ Mrs. BroAvn sailed out of the room and to all appeai-ances the matter ended there. But not for Dorothy, for she Avas determined that Bobl)y should not invite Ellen. The folloAving day at the close of school, Bobby Avas seen huri-ying to catch up with Ellen. “Bobby, aauII you cai-i-y my books for me, please?’’ imiuired a voice directly behind him. “ Er-uh-Avhy-er certainly,’’ he stammered. They Avalked along in silence for a fcAv moments — then, “Bobby.’’ “Yes?’’ “We’ve ahvays played together, have- n’t Ave?’’ “Ever .since I can reniembei-.’’ “And you have ahvays taken me to all the parties and everything, haven’t you?’’ she insisted. “Of course 1 have.’’ What in the Avorld Avas the girl trying to get at any- hoAv? Again there Avas silence. “Bobby.’’ “Yes?’’ “Are you going to the Junior Prom?’’ “Certainly, Avhy?’’ “Oh! Nothing.’’ They i-eached the coi-nei and the still- ne.ss Avas beginning to get on Bobby’s nerves. At last he said, “Say, Dotty, did you get your — ?’’ “My name is Dorothy, if you please,’’ ]-eturned that individual Avith head throAvii lAroudly back and eyes Hashing. “What’s the matter Avith you today?’’ asked Bobby. “Well, I’d like to knoAV Avhat the mat- ter is Avith you,’’ she i-eplied. “I’ll carry my books myself uoav.’’ He handed her the books and then ran across the sti-eet to join Sammy and Tommy. 6

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bound on it. Tlie khaki of his uniform Avas now a dingy dirty gray. She turned him over. A look of recognition and of joy came into her face. The look changed to horror. Was he dead? She knelt beside him and put her ear to his heart. It was beating! Ilis eyelids fluttered and then opened. “Janet,” he whispered in a scarcely audible Avhisper, and what her reply was only Dick knows. LYNDALL MILLER, ’20. AMERICA TO FRANCE Nearly twenty years had passed since the great world Avar. This long period had been a very trying one for all, in the huge attempt to bring civilization once more to a normal state. At last hoAvever it seemed that the sacrifice had not been in vain. Prosperity Avas reigning once more, and people Avere beginning to for- get that there ever had been suffering. This feeling penetrated to the little tOAvn of B in south Avestern France until the remarkable discovery of Madam La Pie aroused the people once more to give greater honor to these soldiers Avho helped to crush autocracy, and to those nurses who gave their lives that the sol- diers might live. This discovery Avas in the form of a letter, Avritten by a French soldier, inclos- ed in a dark leather Avallet. It had recent- ly been uneaidhed by ploughing, Avhich accounted for the late date of discovery. Helen Layne and her brother Charles, enlisted for overseas duty Avhen America fii-st entered the Avar. Because of the necessary training Avhich the unexperienc- ed soldiers required before actual service, Helen reached France first. Among her first patients Avas a French soldier of very high rank. His Avounds AA ' ere so serious that for days his life had been disjAaired of, but Helen’s unceasing- care had finally brought him back to life. The loyal friend.ship which usually re- sulted in such cases Avas not lacking in this one. Helen and Jean became the best of friends, ahvays talking and jok- ing, and sometimes Jean confided some secrets that he possessed, for he kneAV her to be a stanch patriot. Soon after Jean left the hospital Helen, Avorn out from her long months of nurs- ing, broke doAvn completely and Avas sent to a private sanitarium for care. In the delirium Avhieh folloAved she gave away many of the secrets which Jean had told, not that they Avere particularly interesting but because she had heard them so re- cently. Days passed by, and one day came the astonishing neAvs that a famous telegraph station had been discovered by the enemy, and already many of their important mes- sages had been received. The paper said that the most astonish- ing thing Avas that the ti-aitor had been traced to Colonel Jean Val Lach, aa’Iio Avas the only person outside of the tele- graph operators to knoAv of this important post. At jAresent the Colonel could not be found. Helen Avas hoi-ror .sti-ickcn Avhen she read this teri-ible neAvs. She kneAv that Jean had never told, but hoAV had it ever leaked out? The more she thought about it, the terrible truth forced itself upon her. She Avent immediately to head(iuarters and gave herself up as a traitor, for she kneAv that this Avas the only thing to save Jean. In the trial that folloAved she refused 5

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“What shall I do?” thought Dorotliy, “Now I’ve made him cross Avith me.” Suddenly an idea popped into her head and she hurried home as fast as she could. After dinner she paid a visit to Sammy and returned with a highly satisfied ex- pression on her face. If one had been watching closely after that, one Avould have seen Sammy go to Tommy’s house and then to Dorothy’s. That evening when Dorothy came down lo supper, she asked her mother some- thing and Mrs. Brown smiled and nodded. At seven o’clock, Mrs. Brown tele- phoned Mrs. MacDonald, inviting hei ' to come over, and spend the evening. “Shall Bobby come, too?” asked Mrs. MacDon- ald. “If he’d like to. But Dorothy is going out Avith Sammy.” When Bobby heard this, he groAv led, “She never used to go out Avith anyone but me.” The next afternoon Sammy and Tommy Avalked home from school Avith Dorothy. After dinner Dorothy and Tommy passed Bobby’s house on the Avay to the movies. Bobby, Avho Avas looking out of the Avin- doAv, scoAvled and muttered something un- der his breath. That evening Bobby came over as he usually did on Wednesday evenings. As Mrs. BroAvn avcI corned him in, he heard sounds of gay laughter and talking. ‘ ‘ Where ’s Dotty ? ” he asked. “She’s in the kitchen Avitk Sammy making fudge,” ansAvered Mrs. BroAvn, “I will call her.” In a feAv minutes Dorothy appeared, a mixing spoon in one hand, and a cook book in the other. “Oh Bobby,” she cried, “I’m so soriy, I forgot that this Avas your night.” But indeed she looked far from sorry. “Come out into the kitchen and AA ' atch us,” she invited. “Hello, Bobby,” called Sammy, “take a seat and if you ai-e good Ave may give you some of this fudge.” Dorothy and Sammy had a very happy evening l)ut Bobby’s Avas full of bitter reflections. His apron on Sammy ! Wdien the time came to go, Sammy started merrily off but Bobby lingei ' ed. “Who are you going to the Junior Prom AA ' ith?” he asked. “I don’t knoAv exactly,” she replied, “Sammy and Tommy have both asked me. I suppo.se you’re going AA ' ith Ellen, aren’t you?” “Say, Avhat right have you to go Avith Sammy and Tommy? IlaA ' en’t I alAvays taken you eveiyAvhere?” “ Why-er-uh-you didn’t ask me,” she ansAvered. “Iluh! as if you didn’t knoAv I was go- ing to take you ! I must say girls are the limit. ” THERESA LIBBY, ’21 THE PERSISTENT FLY Have you never attempted to drive off a lAersistent fly, and Avith vain efforts? For the harder you exerted yourself phy.s- ically, and the more annoyed you allowed yourself to become, did not the little tor- ment seem all the more attached to you? Sui-ely this is not affection Avhich di-aAvs him to you, for you have indicated in all possible attitudes that you desire his ab- sence. Perhaps the little scamp thinks you are playing tag Avith him, for he seems almost to laugh aloud when he es- capes a A ' igorous slap, or AA ' hen you vainly beat the air AA ' hile he flys jubilantly about. Hoav queer you must look to the fly! Imagine a creature running hither and 7