Maynard High School - Screech Owl Yearbook (Maynard, MA)

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14 THE SCREECH OWL Yet his heart was gay. He had something the other had not. He sent his brother a handsome parrot swing- ing in a gilded cage. Not free to wander was that parrot, but hamp- ered, checked, restrained on every side. The irony of marriage! Wieno Sneck, ’30. WAITING AT THE CHURCH The Carson household was in a tumult. In fact, this precise family had never before been so disrupted. They moved about with despair on their faces. And all because Nora, the cook, was going to marry Patrol- man Casey and leave the Carson household. This in itself might have been a minor detail to some but to the Carson household it was an acute tragedy. Nora was “E Pluribus Unum.” Never had there been a cook like Nora. And her apple pies — m-m- m — . “We simply must do something about this drastic situation,” mur- mured Mr. Carson. “We’ll raise her pay,” suggested Johnny Carson. “We’ve already tried that,” sighed his sister. “We’ve got to do something,” snapped Mrs. Carson. “We’ll each adjourn to a separate room and think for half an hour,” de- cided Mr. Carson, “then we’ll come back here and discuss our plans.” Thirty minutes later found them again in the library. “I can’t think of a thing,” sighed Johnny. “Neither can I,” said his sister. “I’m as bad as the children,” said Mrs. Carson. “It would seem,” said Mr. Carson with asperity, “that, as usual, I must do all the thinking for this family. Well, I’ve thought of a plan and if I do say so I think it is a wonder; in fact, it cannot fail. Owing to my ability as a plan maker, we will still have a cook. Now listen. We’ll let everything go until the wedding, to- morrow. At the moment that Patrol- man Casey arrives, I’ll have Johnny run in with a note, supposedly from the chief, saying that a murder had been committed and for Casey to come right over. His sense of duty is so strong that he’ll put the wedding ahead for an hour and leave for head- quarters. Nora will arrive and I’ll tell her that Casey had to go to the sta- tion to answer a hurry call from the chief. Knowing Nora as I do, I feel assured that she’ll be so mad at be- ing kept waiting at the church that she’ll naturally give Casey the go-by. Now, how’s that for a plan?” “I think it’s terrible,” exclaimed his wife, “but we must keep Nora.” The next day found Mrs. Carson at the church standing beside Patrolman Casey, once the pride of the force, but now a very much shaken and worried man. Mr. Carson and the family were also present. Johnny Carson was seen running toward them with a very ex- cited expression on his face. He had a note in his hand, but, instead of handing it to Casey, he gave it to his father. “I believe this is for Patrolman Casey, isn’t it?” asked his father quickly. “No, for you, — ” this with a sem- blance of suppressed mirth. Mr. Carson adjusted his glasses, opened the note, and proceeded to read. Then his jaw slowly dropped, he reddened and coughed his embar- assment. “Well, I’ll be — ” he was heard to mutter. “What does it say?” anxiously in- quired his wife. Mr. Carson looked at the crowd, swallowed hard, and read: “I have eloped with the janitor. Nora.” John Horan, ’30.

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THE SCREECH OWL 13 be: “What shall I make of myself?” Every one of the young people enter- ing the higher schools has a desire to follow some particular business or art for his life work; therefore he must, in order to accomplish his purpose, learn everything that is in some way connected with that work. This, how- ever, is a problem which remains un- solved in the minds of the majority of high school students. Even on the night of graduation, many seniors are undecided as to their plans for the future. Some are waiting for some fortunate opportunity to present it- self; others go into any work at all, hoping to learn and become efficient in that work, the thing that they should have done before; and still others sit aside and watch the world go ' round, without realizing that their many years of school life have gone for naught. Therefore, to those who are begin- ning their high school careers, let this be said: “In order to succeed despite the many obstacles, set a goal for yourself and try to answer suc- cessfully that question vital to suc- cess, ' What shall I make of myself ” ? W. Frigard, ' 30. JOHN It was the day before the New Year ' s Social, and a teacher in the front of the room could see many different expressions on the faces of the students. In one aisle, in the back seat, sat John Wimple. His face had a look of conceit and satisfaction. Upon looking into his mind, we would find that he had his attention on the girl five seats ahead of him. He was sure she would go to the social with her. Three seats ahead sat John Andrews whose face had a rather perplexed expression, for he was trying to puzzle out a way of asking the very same girl, Jane Stewart by name, to the social. His bashfulness was almost overcoming his desire. Jane Stewart, the center of interest to the two boys, was also wondering who would ask her to the party. She preferred John Andrews, but he was so shy that she might just as well have wanted the moon. There were five more minutes of school, when John Andrews felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and John Wimple was handing him a note. “Would you give this to Jane for me? I have to stay after school.” John said he would, and after school he hastily handed Jane the note. His shyness made him take quick leave of her. She watched him disappear and heaved a sigh. Then she read the note, and her face beamed with joy. It would seem ages till recess of the next day. Finally that time arrived, and John Wimple and John Andrews were standing in the school yard. The former had been telling the other that he was taking Jane to the social. In a few minutes Jane came run- ning up to them. She faced John Andrews and said, “Oh, I ' m so glad you wanted me to go with you to- night. Of course I will.” He did not know what to say or do. He had not asked her to go, but if she was asking him that was all right ; so he said, “I ' ll come around for you at eight.” John Wimple could not understand this. Hadn ' t he asked her to go. But on rereading his note he would have found he had only put down the sig- nature “John”. Harold R. Wilcox, ' 30. A SKETCH— INDEPENDENCE They were brothers — bachelors. They had lived together many years. But one day a change came, a start- ling change. One renounced his celi- bacy. He married a good cook. The other was left alone; alone to live in the room they had shared to- gether; alone to spend his declining years.

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THE SCREECH OWL 15 NANCY By a sudden turn in the value of his stock, Mr. Buffet became rich over night. Immediately upon this change in his fortune he was coaxed into buy- ing a very large house by his daugh- ter, Nancy. As neither of the Buffets was educated beyond grammar school or possessed social position, they did not know just how to go about their new life. The new house was fur- nished very magnificently, and Nancy had a great many parties, entertain- ing extensively. One day Nancy - was invited by a girl who lived near her, but was not one of her crowd, to visit a near-by college for girls. Anxious to get into society, Nancy accepted. The day arrived, and Nancy and her student friend, Marjorie, journ- eyed over the fifty miles between home and Trixton College. The first person whom they saw upon their ar- rival at the school was Professor Horne. Nancy immediately became interested in the young professor. She attended the lecture given that day by him and then made a sudden decision. That night when Nancy was in the library with her father, she told of her visit and her desire to become a member of Trixton College. Nancy and her father visited the college the next day and had an inter- view with the college president. After a half-hour in the president’s office, the Buffets walked out, looking very downcast. Nancy did not have a high school diploma, therefore she could not join the girls of Trixton College. It being Mr. Buffet’s policy to give Nancy everything she wanted, he spent the remainder of the day and night trying to think of a plan to ful- fill his daughter’s wish. It was five A. M. when an idea came. He awak- ened his daughter and at 6:30 they were on their way to Trixton College. They arrived a half-hour before the office was opened, but they waited. After a long interview with the officials of the college, the Buffets emerged triumphantly. Nancy could attend Trixton College. But how ? Guess! You couldn’t! Trixton is to have a new building, the Buffet Dining Hall. “I just couldn’t disappoint Nancy,” said the donor. Louise Johnston, ’30. CHICAGO After I had ducked three or four bombs which had been hurled at me from the third story of the “Ritz- Rotz,” I started on the run for the nearest police station. “What’s your hurry, Buddy?” ques- tioned a ferocious looking “pug” as he whipped his blackjack from its holster. “Whither be thou bound?” Utterly frightened, I was unable to answer this simple but impolite ques- tion. He loosened his grip on my shoulder, and I heard three buttons drop to the curb. What was his pur- pose? My mind became a blank. “If you’re going down to the Police Station give my regards to the Chief. Here’s my card.” The tough looking man drew forth a card from his pocket and thrust it before my face. I cast my gaze over the inscription. “Michael Casper Jones, Politician, Dealer in Bombs, Machine Guns, etc. See us first. Call Regio 117B663.” I took the card, placed it in my pocket, and hastily bade the politician goodbye. I hurried to the nearest station, but before I got there two men in blue accosted me. Without any warning I was rushed into a padded cell. What the big idea was, I could not tell. I really didn’t like the treatment they gave me there. I protested, but for all the good it did I might have been trying to date up Joan Crawford. After a very restless night and a tasteless breakfast I was put into an ambulance and taken to the psycho- pathic ward of the city hospital. Find- ing me mentally K. 0., they shipped