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

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r; A j -r 1 j WATIOl ' IAL DEPENS] As the world meets its crises day by day, so must we, the cit- izens of the United States, meet ours. Defense is word these days, yet very important. National Defen each and every person in the United States be willing As the yoimg men of the nation register for military should register for home defense. For example, women office work, nursing, preparation o: men who are experienced in police wor boats are qualified for National Defonse, f meals, and many fire fighting. a very common e demands that to cooperate, training, we are needed for other duties; and handling We must all realize operated in the defense that if the English people of Dr 1 tain, they v ould nov; feat. When we insure our homes, it is not destroyed, but because we 7ish disaster. In like manner, this by our ceaseless labor against That is National Defense, had not fully co- be suffering de- that v e expect them to be to protect them against eny possible vast nation of ours, must be insured any catastrophe v hlch might befall it. Each while Mrs PLYING TACTICS Mrs, Robin Red Breast flew back and forth all day, busily building her nest, availing her- self of the string which my mother had placed on the back porch to help her out. Soon her nest was built and the game of courting began. After several da -s of inviting and repul sing,Mr, and Mrs. Robin settled down, and within a few days, there v ere three eggs in the nest. Hr, Robin Robin had her breakfas morning. waiting, three baby robins were hatchc( solemnly v atched t. After many the eggs days of Then Mr , anc dark. in watching Mrs the nest and Robin ’ s v ork really began; they toiled from daylight till hungry mouths. Poor Mother Robin, it v as plain to see thinner every day. filling throe was growing At last the day came when it was time for the young birds to leave their nests and learn to fly, Mrs, Robin coaxed them to fly , but to no avail. At this, Patlior Robin seemed to get quite upset, and flying angrily from his lofty lookout down to the limb v here the nest was, he began to pull it apart, v hile Mrs, Robin flew a- round and screamed v ildly. After pulling away the props on one side of the nest, he delib- erately stepped on the other sid.e and tipped it over. Three baby robins lay crying on the groundj Within one hour, Mr and Mrs, Robin

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began again to teach thGj.r mach sohchied cliildi ' en the first lesso-is in flyinge I feel that they rnnst have been siiccessfnl, for one morning, I saw a family of five rocins catching v forms on the side lawn. Mo Goodlme ’41 A FRANTIC SEARCH One summer a few years ago while our family was enjoying camp life on the shoi ' e of a lake in the Maine v oods, something occurred vdiich caused us to lose a night’s sleep. When resdy to retire, my mother went over to look at my brother, who had gone to bed several hours before » Alas, the cot was empty i Because of his habit of walking in his sleep, my parents were greatly alarmed, fearing he might have fallen into the lake, or that he night have wandered into the wood.s« A frantic search of the lake shore and the v oods, and repeated call- ing brought no resiilto Worried, inquiries at the few camps in back of our tent--still no relief to our fears. In despair and anxiety, v e returned to the tent, racking our minds as to v hat to do next, V hen a scraping noise startled our taut nerves, we rushed into the tent to investigate. The cot v ' as still empty, and nothing could be found to explain the noise. With hearts racing, and imagination running wild, v e gazed at each other perplexec.ly. Finally, my moth- er lifted the blanket from behind the empty cot, ' There was the missing boyi He had rolled off the cot in his sleep, and a blanket had fallen over him. In the darkness, and due to the frenzy that seized my parents upon not finding him on the cot, lie had not been noticed in this hidden position. The torturing suspense of the hunt over, peace settled once more on the woodland scene as, scoffing at our unnecessary alarm, we gratefully retired for the night. R. Martin ' 42 A STARTLING EXPERIENCE fV y X! ' - T . ' {R ' ■ ..’M j past eight; hov ever, due to s back, and telephoned that she relishing the prospect of a went about the house lock o ' clock, I decided to retire My aunt’s enormous house, where I was once vacationing in a small country tov n in the back v oods of New Htanps ' iirc, seemed to me a setting for weird and mysterious happenings. Early one evening, ray aunt went out planning to return about half- ome misfortune, she v as unable to come v ould not be home until morning. Not night alone in that lonely place, I ing all doors and windov s » About nine for the night. About midnight, my slumber was interrupted by a heavy rapping at the door. Thoroughly frightened, I hesitated to go to the • door. Mustering all my courage, I tiptoed to the window, peered ou.t, and saw the shape of a stranger standing at the door. V liat would any- one want at this time of night? Had someone found out I was here