Milton Academy - Yearbook (Milton, MA)

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BIOGRAPHY OF HBETSEY ROSS Betsey Ross is a common old black and white cat with a scarred face and a lanky, black tail made thin by' tirelessly rapping on the floor for the amusement of generations upon generations of kittens. In her young days a family appeared every s'x months, to the pleasure of the children but to the dismay of the elders. But as old age creeps on Betsey, fshe is nearly fifteenj, she limits herself to one kitten a year. That one is enough to keep her busy, for she prefers to spend most of her time beneath the stove ruminating on events long past. Perhaps she thinks of the times she caught huge rats in the hen-house and of the dusty road as she dragged them to the feet of her master. Some- times a louder purr than usual is heard as she sleepily thinks of the time when she was fthe belle 'of the neighboring country-side with six handsome admirers courting her at once. What fights there were about her then! On windy nights she growls and twitches in her sleep, dreaming of being shot in the chest by mistake, having been taken for a stray cat, or when her face was torn in a fierce battle with a huge rat. Those are the times when, if her kitten wakes her rudely, she is apt 'to snarl and lay her ears back before she is thoroughly con- scious. In her day she could hold her own with any animal, and I have never seen her ability decrease. She can make a police dog, or any other kind of dog for that matter, turn tail and run with one rip of her needle-pointed claws, for old age has never slowed her lightning slash. She is treated with respect by every animal that has met her, and reigns supreme in both the kitchen and barnyard, a true lady of the old school. Anne Sturgis '40 the fnagus page thirty one

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trunk where she knew her grandfather kept old costumes and souvenirs, she heard a moaning sound from the corner. What was that? A ghost? A wounded burglar, or-or .... ? Mary Jane could not imagine. She looked in the corner again, but it was so dark to her unaccustomed eyes she couldn't discern a thing. She was scared, but hearing her grand- father's cheerful laughter ring out downstairs, she got control of her- self. Deciding that she must be brave, and that it was probably only the wind under the eaves which had often caused the same sound in her own attic, she went unsteadily over to the trunk on the far side of the room. Upon opening it, she found lovely, old-fashioned costumes. Absorbed in them, she soon forgot the moans. Two hours later, the luncheon gong brought Mary Jane back from her dreams of pretty young ladies in flowing dresses and white wigs dancing the minuet. Immediately she picked up the dresses, hastily dumped them back into the trunk, slammed the lid, and started down the stairs. Before she got half-way down, the moans sounded in her ears again. She stopped short. Another moan, this time louder, accompanied by a creaking sound of boards. A hasty glance over her shoulder showed Mary Jane a strange apparition glaring at her from the dark corner. With one resounding shriek, she tore down the stairs, screaming as she went, A burglar! A burglar! Help! Help! Where? anxiously demanded Grandfather Brown as he ran out to her, Where? Up attic, come quickly! she cried. He rushed up the stairs, and as he ran by a table in the second- floor hall, he snatched up a flashlight lying there. When they reached the attic, Mary Jane pointed to the corner where she had seen the figure. Her grandfather iiashed the light. There stood the dreadful ap- parition-a clothes dummy dressed in an old suit! E. Baker '42 WORKERS Men of a nation standing Beside her through debt and sorrow, With strength and power Grading a roadbed all day that the nerve-centers of .a nation may live! They are the nation's life-blood! Without the strength and well-being of the worker, A nation dies! J. Bentinck-Smith, '42 page thirty the fnagus

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PORTS?-.. O-0-h! La Crosse, was the greeting given this breath-tak- ing game when We returned from our vacation. But now, under Miss Lilly's enthusiastic guidance, the tune has changed to, Aha, La Crosse! We all play at least once a week, and the more enthusiastic followers play twice. We had enough girls who knew how to play to send in to the Winsor Play Day on May 14. They took part in a game in which Milton, Winsor, and Beaver girls played together on both teams, so that everyone had lots of fun. As usual, tennis is the most popular sport, and so far we have been quite successful. On May 7 the May school tennis team suffered a complete defeat, 4-0, at the hands of the following Milton team: 1 singles: Goodwin 2 : Dalton 1 doubles: Cunningham, E. and Carr, R. 2 : Carr, R. and Brewer, R. a At the Winsor Play Day We played in a Round Robin tournament with eight other schools. The following team won second place for Milton: 1 singles: Brewer, R. 1 doubles: Cunningham, E. and Carr, R. 2 : Chester and Smith, S. A. On Friday, May 21, we sent in 16 girls to Winsor to play tennis. The archery team has missed Louise Ireland, who has been absent since Easter, but Tarbell Clay is doing a grand job in her place. On May 7 the team played the May school. They were not so success- ful, as they lost 751-611. The following girls made the team: Clay, Ware, C., Chapin, and Park, D. They also shot with eight other schools at the Winsor Play Day, and came in fourth. Wendell shot in place of Park, D. In spite of the fact that there is so much to do this spring, base- ball has a great many adherents. As yet we have played only Win- sor, but we are looking forward to a game with our greatest rivals, the Feds, and also games with the Faculty, the Lower School, and page thirty two rnagus .i.l...i 1l1 -,l, . i.. ,l-1- -1