Hartland Academy - Ripple Yearbook (Hartland, ME)

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ll 7 He went to 'the kitchen and started the Iire. Then he went out and started smoking the meat in the smokehouse. Before he had gotten the meat hung up, Jimmy, the baby, woke up and began to cry. He left the meat half-hanging and went to dress the baby and get break- fast. His wife and joe had already had theirs. By this time he was so excited he didn't know what to do. While jimmy was eating, or rather messing, Mr. Brown wentrto see how the smokehouse fire was coming along. To his great dis- may it had gone out. He 'built it again. Then the 'baby started to cry and he went to see what the trouble was. What he saw made him very discouraged. In his excitement he had put jimmy's clothes on -backwards. By the time these were changed, it was time for dinner. Even though he had been busy all morning, the still did not have all dishes done, the floors swept, nor beds made. just then his wife and came in from the fields. She was very tired, but he was all worn ont. the the the -I oe not Hello, dear, where is dinner? she sweetly inquired. Er-er-well-you-see-er, well, I doift have it ready,', he stammered. Not ready! she exclaimed. ul thought you said-what is that funny smell? It smells like smoke' Oh dear! lt's the meat in the smoke- house. lt must have fallen down, and now it is burning! Well, dear, what do you think now?,' 1 guess I was wrong and you were right, dear. You do need a maid. Joe and I will take the afternoon off and go find you onef' answered the defeated Mr. Brown. Clara Burdin ,49 THE NIGHTMARE OF ENGLISH CLASS Ning! Ring! Oil: to another class, Oh, hum. whatis 'the world coming to? Oueh! Stop that pushing! Wfhat do you think I am, anyway? Hello, Polly, have you done your English? No, I haven't either, so don't feel badly. Shhhh! I can't hear what Miss 'Philpot is saying. Oh, oh, we've got to read a novel. Let's see now. Here it is. Oh, how dry! I can't concentrate on a Monday. I feel so sleepy. Guess I'll shut my eyesg they feel so heavy. Then I was in a daze and a nightmare combined. A I could hear Maggie saying when Royce kicked her skirt, Now listen here-this skirt is all bought and paid for and guaranteed not to shrink, so keep your big feet -off it. Vivian was shouting something to Nathie in Latin and Virginia Fox was laughing hysterically at Bizeau's diffi- culties with Temple. Everyone was nnunbling all at once and the noise just seemed to wash! over me in annoying waves. Gee whiz, they canit even let a ga! sleep in this class-Oh, well, isn't that school for you! Between times 'thc poor teacher has to attempt to drum knowledge into our skulls. I was feeling pretty sorry for the my teacher when I was pulled out of daze very quickly. Miss Philpot was dis- gustingly asking me the theme of the story we had read. Isn't that just like a teacher? They never appreciate me. Oh, well, I'll just beat around the bush like Rosalie does, until she Hnally calls on someone else. Then-ring! Oh, saved by the bell! Thank goodness. On to the next nightmare. 'Maria Lancaster '49 AT THE AUCTION Ono day Miss Hepzibah Heppelwhite, who was an ardent follower o'f auctions, had a date to meet her mot.her at an auction. Arriving first, she saved a seat for her mother. All during the auction of rather antiquated junk, she kept her eye on the door where l1er mother would enter.

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I 16 l 3' we.w 4xYwmc.A e 0 O ' Q Y if if if 'Wf5f' fi fr 'v r 'S .Je FITZ'S FIRST DELIVERY back at Mrs. Leonard, who waved the Fitz walked hurriedly up to Mrs. Leonardis door and timidly knocked. I-Ie hadn't liked this errand from the beginning. Why couldn't they have given him a more pleasant message? Mrs. Leonard came to the door. Why, how do you do, and a good morning to you. What can I do for you?,' she asked pleasantly with an Irish ac- cent. A H-h-hello,', Fitz managed to answer, and turned red. Fritz hesitated before giving Mrs. Leonard the telegram. He thought, Should I give it to her and 'beat it, or should I give it to her and stay with her? It's bound to be bad news 'cause itis from the Red Cross! I-I have a 'telegram for Mrs. Leon- ard. Sign here, pleasef' Mrs. Leonard has-tily signed her name and then hurriedly opened the envelope. Fitz, standing near, saw a smile of radiant loveliness pass over the lined and worn face of Mrs. Leonard. He de- cided to stay. Won't you come in and have some cookies and milk?,' she asked, with a sparkle of happy tears in her faded blue eyes. No, I don't believe I will, 'he an- swered hurriedly. MI have to get back to my job. You see this is my iiirst job and your message was 'the 'first I -ever delivered. I sure am glad it was good news. Maybe it 'will bring me luckf' I hope so with all my heartf' Mrs. Leonard said sincerely. XVcll. b'bye.', Fitz hurried down the walk to his bike. He turned and looked telegram at him. Gosh, sho 'sure is a nice lady. Iilll glad I 'brought good news instead of 'badf' Mariellyn Ilughes '49 FARMER BROWN KEEPS HOUSE IVhere is my dinner? angrily in- quired Farmer Brown. Ile and his helper, joe, had just come in from the fields. Why, dear, I don't have it ready yetli' exclaimed his wife. Not ready yetl But why not'?,' Well, dear, it you had the 'work to do that I have, you wouldn't have din- ner ready eitfher. If you'd get me a maid, perhaps I could have it ready on timef, ' Humphl I guess you can get along without a maid. You always used 'to after we were first marriedf' retorted her husband. I know that, but, reinember, we have a bigger 'house now. Also remember that I have a baby to tend. 'Besides that, I have the meat in 'the smokehouse to watch, patiently argued Mrs. Brown. 'WVell, I could do what little work you do, and without a maid to-o. I could also have dinner ready on timef, he an- swered sareastically. All right, dear. Tomorrow you do the housework, take care -of the baby, and smoke the meat. I'll go out in the fields with joe and do your workf, IIVIICII the morning came. Mrs. Brown went out in the fields to Wo1'k. Mr. Brown got up to start the housework.

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8 :I 4 . just as she had finally settled herself, a battered grandfather's clock went up on the Iblock. As 'the people kept bid- ding she couldn't help wondering how anyone could be so stupid as to pay such an outrageous price for the clock. A'bout the time the bidding 'began to slow down, she saw her mother come through the door. It was then that she made the unfortunate mistake of wav- ing .her hand to her mother. Soldl And, Miss -I-Ieppelwhite, I congratulate you! She had acquired a grandfather's clock for the paltry sum of a hundred and fifty dollars. Richard Randlett ,49 LITTLE AMY At the door of the old ramshackle house stood a blue uniformed girl talk- ing to a weatherbeaten -old woman. Good morning. My na-me is Alicia Kent, and I am the district nurse. I was making my regular calls in this neigh- borhood and Mrs. Lane, across the road, said that your little girl was ill. I won- dered if I could see her. Maybe I could be of some help. Oh, my little Amy is not ill. She is crippled and has to lie in bed all the time, explained Mrs. Luce, completely iiustered. But, won't you come in? She loves to have 'people call and see her. Who is it, mother?,' I heard this question from a childlike voice some- where linside the house. It's someone to see you, Amy, re- plied :her mother. I was shown into the house and into a little room with one window. but as I stepped through the door, cheeriness seemed to prevail in the room. On the bed was a little blond-haired girl with the sweetest smile that I had ever seen. Hello, Amy. I am Miss Kent and I have come to see you. ,Some of your friends said that you were ill, so I came to see for myself, T thought I might help youf' h Uh, Miss Kent, said the little girl in a voice that wrung my heart. 1 canit walk, that is all that is the matter. Doc- tors say I will never walk, but it doesn't matter. I have my friends and my petsf' l think 1 know of a little doll that would 'be just the thing for you. I am going now, 'but -tomorrow I will bring it to youf, said Miss Kent as she left thc room. Outside in the hall. Alicia asked the woman, lsn't there any hope at all? llave you had many doctors? There is only one place, -the doctors say, where my child might 'be cured, but it is out of the questionf, answered Mrs. l,.ucc in a trembling' voice. NVhcre is this place, Mrs. Luce? questioned Alicia swiftly. It is the Leahy Clinic in Boston, but it is impossible. It costs too much money and I would not have her be a charity patient. Besides, a cure isn't guaranteed. She will be in casts for months. She is used to lying in bed, because she was born a cripple. I've thought about it a lot, but I can't do itf' sobbed Mrs. Luce. 4 Mrs Luce, I know how you feel. I presume Amy doesn't know about this. Why don't you tell 'her and see what she says, Mrs. Luce? Charity is not what it used to be. She could go to the clinic and it wouldnit cost you very much, even if you paid all the bills, be- cause she could go as a trial patient for observation. Talk it over with Amy. I think you will regret it if you don't. Iill be back tomorrow and I hope you have the right answer for mc. Good-bye, Mrs. Luccf' That night Alicia prayed that Mrs. Luce would change her mind, because it tore her heart to sec little Amy lying there with that beautiful smile and not being able to get out and play like others. Bright and early the next morning Alicia was back with Amy and her mother. Both mother and daughter