Nasson College - Nugget Yearbook (Springvale, ME)

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from her companions, she leaped the stone wall into the pasture .and headed for the river. Poor Aunt Hannah lost her footing in a juniper bush and was out of the race. Charlie pursued her over knolls and through spring runs as her course veered to the westward. He came upon her, a crumbled, torn and sobbing figure beside a barbed-wire fence. Tenderly he lifted her in his arms and brought her home. i Aunt Hannah bathed her wounds and put her to bed. Believing her to be asleep, she tip-toed from the room and came down to lunch. They ate in silence. Charlie was so sorry for them all, but it would have hurt them cruelly to have told them so. HI must go onthe four o'clock, he said. HI must be on duty at the lVIingo Cabins tomorrow nightf' Yes, I know, great-aunt Iona answered without knowing at all. Above them came a piercing scream. A body hurtled past the win- dow. It was Aunt Susan. She landed astride the cellar door. Trembling with fear Charlie followed his aunts to where the crushed form lay. Then he picked the unconscious woman up in his arms and carried her to her room. Qld Jem soon fetched the village doctor. He didn't stay long. Charlie opened the door for him, a mute plea in his eyes and an unspoken question on his lips. HShe'll live. The doctor laid his hand on the boy's shoulder, then went out to his car. Charlie brought his valise down from the woodshed-chamber-loft. He wandered around the lower part of the lonely old house. At last he went upstairs and knocked softly on Aunt Susanls door before entering. All three of them were there, the most pathetic family group that he had ever known. VVhen he could speak, he tried to convey in his voice the great love and sympathy he felt for them. Goodbye, dear aunts, he whispered. 'fC1oodbye, they answered quietly, and he knew they understood. ALTA TTXVOMBLEY. I 56 l

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P , icuzgzy of CL anon gm! lVIonday, April I2 Heavens, what a day! As Dorothy Parker would put it, I'm just too jaded! Awakened at no later than six this morning by men drilling on the road in front of the dorm. Imagine-after a perfectly hectic week at home, and up till all hours last night writing a report. It's really loo much. fVhy can't they let the road alone? And then as though that weren't enough just as I got used to the horrible commotion and almost asleep some insane creature started treading up and down the hall. If they must walk around the loop in the morning why can't they save their stamping for the great open spaces? By then I was fully awake, or as fully as Ilve been for the last four or five years and decided on a shower but couldn't seem to regulate the heat so had a bath instead. In the midst of it that asinine lVIurray child dumped cold water all over me and simply ruined my wave. Really, I was jf! to be tied. Breakfast was actually glum what with everybody trying to make out that they had the best vacation, etc. Classes are drearier than ever. Une would believe some of these girls were no more than ten when they start tying sashes to chairs and writing notes. Tonight was at least some enlightenment. Saw The King and the Chorus Girl and Fernand Gravet is the answer to all my prayers. I shall just have to start remodeling George, I suppose. I-Ie's sort of sick of being Fred lVIaclVIurray anyway. And so to bed and itls simply pouring so the window can't be opened because I can't stand a soggy pillow. Tuesday, April 1 3 Isnlt life loo complex? Yesterday morning awake at six and couldn7t get back to sleep and this morning slept until eight and conse- quently no time for breakfast and therefore starved all morning. That not being enough, macaroni for lunch which I cannot chew so starved all afternoon. Actually had to cut last class I was so hungry. Couldn't eat out because I hadn't a cent and just don? trust charge accounts. Can't decide now whether I should speak to the girls about being quiet in the morning because of course, yesterday I did say a little something about being noisy and I couldn't .stand to be razzed. That seems to be the full aim in life of half the world too. The opera singer next door has started now so I suppose I shanlt sleep a wink all night. W7hy must she practice at such ungodly hours? Probably heard it's good for the voice. lsfil