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

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alono? Questions, like these raced through my mind,. Recollections of front pa e murc ' .er stories terrorized me and for a moment para- lyzed all action. Finally, I shouted to him through the window and asked him his object, ”Is anyone else at home?” He yelled, ”Yes, my watchdog is with me,” I replied, trying to subdue the terror that griproed me. The knowledge that there was a . loaded gun in the house was the only comforting thought my brain could ac- quire • He asked this question over and over again and at last, aj - parently convinced, left, V hen the sound of his retreating foot- steps d.ied av ay, I went back to bed still ' stiff enedbv ith fear, yet ready to spring up at the slightest sound. However, the rest of the night passed peacefully, and at last, after what seemed at least two hours, I fell into a fitfull sleep. Early the next morning, I rose and turned, on the radio. To my amazement, I heard that an escaped inmate of the local insane asy- lum, who had been prowling around in our neighborhood, had been ap- prehended, Vifith a sigh of relief, I sat down to breakfast, rather please with myself that I had been so fearless. Mary Schofield 42 FRIEND OR FOE? Who has not heard, that blustering, boisterous destroyer of peace who speaks in harsh a.nd. booming voice? Who can look cheer- fully into the face of that indepond.ont little pest v ho speaks v hen you m.ost decid.edly do not want to hear him? But v ho can start the day off right without that rieator of minutes, that killer of sleep — the alarm clock? V • Dana Perkins ’42 ■ V., A, -MESSAGE 1 ' ' R0L: TH JOUNCIL - j — ' ho With coroiiiendable determination ’ ' the Student Council ' has .this quarter attacked the problem of missing personal property. After several meetings in which the situation and possible solutions were examined from many angles, and vco. ' ’ious consultations between studei± leaders and the council advisor, the council has adapted a policy designed to remed.y ”borrovlng” and to crcaie a cooperative spirit among the student body. It is only through unity of purpose that our objectives can i be attained. Our school is what wo make it. The council seeks the! co-operation of every student in ' euilding school spirit and wcl- ‘ comes suggestions for improvomxnt, !

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THE CASE THAT NEVER CAIffi TO TRIAL Dan MacCarthy, a mill worker in a little town called Homes- ville in Nev Hampshire, lived v ith his v ife Mary, and their only child, Dan, Junior, in a little cottage on the outskirts; of the town. They wore very happy in their little home until Dan Mac- Carthy, Senior, was stricken wi th appendicitis and died. This was a terrible shock for Mrs. MacCarthy and her son Dan, for it meant Mrs. MacCarthy would have to go to work; and Dan would have to go to kindergarten while his mother was at work, for Dan vns only four. Mrs. MacCarthy found work as a counter girl in one of the lo- cal stores. The pay was small; but, by caroful planning she waa able to support herself and son. She loved her son dearly and lav- ished upon him all the things her small earnings could buy. Whon at work or talking with any of her noighbors, she constantly kept telling hov wonderful her son was. Twonty years passed, and Mrs. MacCarthy was still praising her son, a young man of tv onty fo ir® Sho thought her son moro wondor- ful than any of tho other local boys and usod to talk continuously about him with Mrs Casoy, tlio woman y ho had looked after Dan aftor ho got home from kindergarten and later whon ho got home from school. Mrs. Casey was tho wife of tho to”m s constable, James Casoy. One evening when Mrs. Casey was talking with her husband, she asked ’Jim, do you know v hat kind of position Danny MacCarthy has? He must have a good one if he can afford to buy a nev car and havo Mrs. MacCarthy stop vo rklng.” My dear, said Mr. Casoy, looking his wife straight In tho eye, .Can you keep a secret and not lot it out till the tlmo coi ' .os? Why, of course, James, v hat is it? asked Mrs. Casoy all ex- cited. Dan MacCarthy isn t working; that s why he has never told his mother where ho s vd rking. Isn»t worklngi interrupted Mrs. Casoy, Then hov has ho boon getting all his monoy? Well, speko tho constable, Mrs. MacCarthy, tho poor old coul, spoiled Dan so much that ho thought ho could have whatever ho wanted no matter how ho got it ' , consequently, Dan has taken what ho thinks is tho oasiost way to or.rn a living, --by thieving. Thlovln4 exclaimed tho shocked Mrs. Casoy, Thon why havon t you arrested him? Poor Mrs. MacCarthy, it would kill her to Imow her son, whom sho has adored since ho was a baby, is a thief, and supporting her on tho monoy ho steals.