Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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THE MAGNET il That morning at ten o'clock a tired and grouchy Judge sentenced, after a short hearing, an honest, hard-working pickpocket to five years up the river, KERMIT MADDEN, ’I8. The Candy Ornaments ETTY and Bobby lived in a fine large house on a beautiful avenue in Brookline. They were twins and were always getting into mischief: They were not the least mischievous today, however, and they were all dressed up in their best clothes. They sat primly on the doorstep watch- ing the many passersby. After sitting thus for nearly a quarter of an hour Bobby arose with a yawn and pulled one of Betty’s short, black, curls. “ Say, sis,” he complained, ‘I can’t sit still here much longer can you?” ‘No, Bobby, I can’t,” answered Betty, ‘.and I’m not going to sit here any longer waiting for Aunt Jane to come.” “Let's, play horse,”’ suggested Bobby, “and I'll let you be the horse,” which was an unusual privilege granted Betty. Betty consented, and soon they were racing up and down the avenue regardless of the mud they spattered with their tiny feet all over their clean clothes. After they had been playing for sometime they saw a large, black limousine come whizzing up the avenue. “Tll bet that’s Aunt Jane.” Betty spoke with great seriousness. ‘‘ What if she should see us? Just look at your dirty suit, Bobby!” “Go on, that ain’t her either, and anyway look at your own dirty dress,” answered Bobby. Betty looked shamefacedly down at her soiled dress, then grasped Bobby’s hand saying, ‘‘Come quick, before she sees us,” and over the lawn they sped, as fast as they could run, around to the back door. When their nurse saw them she was very angry and threatened to tell their mother, but Betty’s and Bobby’s winning little smiles and promises at last cooled her heated temper and she took them upstairs to dress them over before their aunt saw them. Soon they ran downstairs and into the library, but here they stopped suddenly, for there was Aunt Jane. She called the children to her kindly, and after talking with them for some time presented them each with a candy ornament. Betty and Bobby were very much pleased with the ornaments and ran at once to show them to their nurse. Nurse thought them very pretty, but most emphatically told them not to eat the ornaments as she cautioned, ‘If you do, you'll die.” Betty and Bobby did not like this at all, as they were very fond of candy, and these pretty ornaments looked very tempting. Soon night came and Betty and Bobby were put to bed with another warning not to eat the candy ornaments. |

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T0 THE MAGNET comfortably in the smoker, the Judge and his two companions soon forgot their troubles. After all, this would not be the first time they had returned empty-handed from a hunting trip. It was a four hours’ trip to New York, and the men had just settled down to their long ride when there came a crash that landed them in the middle of the aisle. They rushed out of the car, only to find that the train had been derailed. | The Judge scratched his head. He wasina pretty fix. It was Sunday night, and the next morning at ten o’clock he must be in New York to pre- side over a session of the criminal court. While the Judge was meditating, he heard a step behind him and turned to see a tall, lanky farmer. «What seems to be the trouble, mister? ” “Trouble!” cried the Judge. ‘‘ Why, I’ve got to be in New York at ten o’clock tomorrow morning, and the train is likely to be delayed until then.” ‘Wal, there’s another railroad about thirty miles from here. Maybe I would take you over in my wagon.” “How much will you charge to take three?” exclaimed the Judge, eag- erly. “Wal,” replied the farmer, ‘‘I orter get fifteen dollars.” “Done!” said the Judge, handing over the money. “You get your wagon while I get my friends and baggage.” A half hour later the Judge and his two companions, perched very un- comfortably in an ancient two-seated wagon, were rattling along toward Heckersville, which boasted a New York Central railroad station. About five o’clock the next morning, after a night of torture to the occupants, the wagon came in sight of the station, which was half a mile away. The hopes of the Judge ran high; but were doomed to drop below par when Napole on, the old horse, stopped. The farmer got out and looked Napoleon over. Finally he clambered back into the wagon. ‘Napoleon has stepped on a tack,” stated the farmer, “and he needs a little persuasion to go on.” “What can this persuasion be?”’ asked the Judge. “Fifty dollars.” “Fifty dollars!” exclaimed the Judge. ‘‘ Why, it is robbery!” “Pay it or not, just as you please,” replied the farmer; ‘but I'd pay it if I was you, because the train’s about due and you can’t get another until this afternoon.” A distant whistle corroborated the farmer’s statement, so the Judge paid the amount; but not without silent mutterings, for he loved his money. ‘‘Giddap!”’ cried the farmer, and Napoleon moved off at a gallop that belied his looks. They arrived at the station just as the train rolled in and had barely time to get on with their baggage before it started off. ‘“Good-by and good luck!” shouted the farmer, but the grinding of the wheels shut off the Judge's reply.

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12 THE MAGNET Bobby, however, had eaten his earlier in the evening, though only he and Betty knew that he had. For a long time after ‘‘Nursy” went out and turned down the light Betty lay looking at her pretty ornament. At last, temptation being too great, she slipped out of bed and got it. She took a little taste of it at first, but it tasted so good that she ate it all. Then she crept back into bed fer- vently praying that she would not die. The next morning nurse was up very early, and as she was walking through the lower hall she heard a door open softly above and saw a small figure steal out into the dark hall. Recognizing the figure as Betty she hastily went upstairs and demanded where she was going. “Well,” said Betty solemnly, “ Bobby and I ate our ornaments last night and I’m not dead, so I’m going to see if he ts.” TRESSIE CoMEAU, ‘IQ. The Mistake HE Lincoln High School was in the depths of despair. Walter Col- lins, the school’s best pitcher and one of the heavy hitters, had been dropped from the team on account of his low rank in English. Lincoln High School was to meet its deadly rival, Weston High, on Saturday. This was Friday, and there was no hope of getting Collins back on the team by the next day. Defeat stared Lincoln High in the face. ‘“T don’t see how I ever got such a low mark. Why, I’ve been prepar- ing my lessons every day and have been reciting well every day, too. Well, I don’t suppose it can be helped,” remarked Collins. “TJ am sure we could beat them with you on the team, but without you and with Daly pitching, there’s no hope. I don’t see why Brown couldn't pass you until after this game, anyhow. He’s so forgetful, though, that I don’t suppose he remembered about it,’’ remarked his friend, Jones. “T guess we could beat them with you on the team, Walt. We beat Webster and Webster beat Weston, so I guess our chances were pretty good for tomorrow’s game until Brown put you off. Seems to me that you’ve done better work in English than Daly this last month. There goes Daly now,’ said Ted Morse, the first baseman. A youth of about seventeen, tall, muscular, and greatly resembling Col- lins, crossed the campus. ‘Gee, he’s so excited about tomorrow’s game, he can’t see,”’ exclaimed Jones, the short-stop. “Well, there goes the bell, fellows. Don’t worry about tomorrow’s game,” said Collins as he left his friends. Saturday morning was a beautiful day for the game. It was to take place at Lincoln and the fellows hung around the school most of the morning.