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

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jViYST£KY orrfjr ' i ' fJjKD Dr Tfj -f- i... -1 . ' A - r ' ' 1 , i| K . c ! u J Li The swamps of Chile --the deadly, horrible, dank, but fantastically romantic lowlands of lower Chile J This unchar tered land v;as solely owned by Herman Hammerstien, a notorious German-American gambler who had retired from his business of fleecing his friends.’ The hoise, a large and modern one, sat on a knoll, the front overlooking the contrasting, horrible pres- ence of the swamps. The house was peppered with secret vaults and wall safes containing the huge sums of money Hammerstien earned or rather won from the roulette wheel known as the loaded dice wheel. Owing to his astound- ing success, he had made several jealous enemies, one of whom was a genius at his profession of inventing poisoned gasses. WOR The estate was reached by a long driveway bordered on each side by palm trees of many species. Hammerstien took great pride in his residence, although practically nobody viewed it excepting the grocery boy, the electrician, or somebody who would have business with the owner. The avenue v as guarded from undesirable strangers by two strong, muscular natives. A large car came speeding through the gate with the two bewildered natives chasing after it blubbering inarticulate cries which no doubt meant something in their native tongue. The car came to stop in front of the beautiful walk. A short, v;iry, white haired gentleman stepped out and made his v ay to the door. He was admitted by the butler and was ushered into the study. Hammerstien was sitting at his beauti.ful news from the stock market in New York. At the announcement of his guest, he dropped his paper and fixed his eyes on what used to be a familiar face. The servant was dis- missed. The man who had been welcomed to Hammerstien ' s house was the most dreaded of all his enemies, the crazed inventor of gas- es. For a moment neither spoke, then, to break the stillness, Herman what can I do for you? maple desk reading the laid, Well, The inventor stared at erman ipon whose brov were beads of perspiration, and said, I’ve come to settle that account of $150,000 which you h ave ov ed me since the days at Monte Carlo. I need the money and you will bo wise if you come across with it.

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)y Kir.g itichax’clc Rowena and Ivanhoe , v ere living in the nev castle which had been built after the destruction of the ol.d and Isaac had gone to a city near Palestine and were Richard had regained his throne and had forgiven his John. Cedric was living his usual life at Rotherwood Jester. ’Athelstane was still living at Conningsburg Edith. at Torquils tone, castle. Rebecca very happy® King brother ; Prince w i t h W a.mb a , his with his mother. Having gorged myself with the lucious food, I watched many feats of archery, after v hich, as it was getting late, I bade my friend good-bye (s.nd thanked him for his entertainment and hospitality. Locksley courteously invited mo to come again. I thanked him and left to return to the village I was so impressed w.ith my visit that I resolved to v rite an. account for the seniors -.dio are so interested in that grand book, ’’Ivanhoe o ” R. Chase 40 EASIER I.. CRN I Early one spring morning, I av oko to find the darkness breaking and birds singing. It v;aa dawn,. I ' -irsediatoly I dressed and, v ithout waiting for breakfast, I stepped out the door and walked through the dewey fields to a distant hill. After climbj.ng the hill, I sat waiting twhile for the sun to poop through the horizon. I began con- versing with myself. The next minute something soft, sweet, and calm touched me and brought me to ray senses. At first I couldn ' t Im.agine who it could be, then I roraemborod a previous talk I had had viiile alone, so, I questioned, ' ’Can It bo that you are around. Mother Nature? A soft calm voice replied, saying, Yes, it is I, ray dear. Thrilled at having mot her again, I began to talk to her. Having convinced her, although I Imew she had painted it, that it v as a beau- tiful morning, she replied, It is springj that is why it is so beau- tiful. Above all, it is Easter, the day Ciirist arose. As she spoke this, she seemed to rise and disappear, but she had brought to my memory that beautiful story of Christ ' s Resurrection on that first Easter Morn. a-,;-..-;;-::- Mary Schofield ' 42 Salesman: This nev vacuum cleaner is so good, it wall pay for Itself in no time , Mr. halton: Fine, when it makes the last pa mient, send it to me. Extra! Extra! Fred V ilson was so carried away with Snow-bound that he memorijEed four lines beyond the assignment.