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

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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

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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, !