Needham High School - Advocate Yearbook (Needham, MA)

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THE ADVOCATE flll SWEET REVENGE Betty Griffin, 735 Judy Brown led her 'ggangv into all kinds of mischief, and was the impertinent spoiled darling of her doting father's heart. Then Aunt Hannah Brown arrived, bag and bag- gage, and Judy became the object of her persecutions. Aunt Hannah was Mr. Brown's only sister, a typical New England spinster with a very stern conscience. Why, the child was going from bad to worse since her mother died, and since Aunt Hannah was the only near relative she considered it her duty to take charge. A few mornings later Judy was cozily curled up in bed, for she considered vacation the time to be lazy. A sharp knock sounded on her door at about nine oiclock and, not receiving an answer Aunt Hannah stalked in with her usual firm tread. Judy frowned in annoyance, but quickly smoothed her fore- head and remained sweetly sleeping. MJudith, wake up. I say-wake upiw commanded Aunt Hannah, enunciating each word crisply and decisively. A mild snore came from the bed, then a dead silence. '6Judith, I will count to ten before I act. Make up your mind quickly. One, twof, fanother snorel, three, four, fivefi fa groan as the figure on the bed turned over,J Hsix, seven, eight, nine,', fa louder snorej uten. Well?', Aunt Hannah silently walked from the room, her back ram-rod straight and bristling with indignation. Judy stretched like a sleepy kitten, winked wickedly at a spot of sunlight dancing on the ceiling and prepared to snooze until noon. Aunt Hannah returned almost immediately and grimly gazed at the innocent, apparently sleeping face on the pillow. uJudith Brown, every morning for five days I have called you for breakfast and you have continued to sleep. Will you or will you not get up?,, As the only reply was a pathetic snore, Aunt Hannah deliberately doused the icy contents of a tumbler of water into her niece's face. The result was quite effective. Judy started up with a yell and peered angrily through the little streams of water dripping from her tousled hair. Then in sullen silence she arose and sailed from the room with her head held high. That afternoon Judy snuggled in the porch hammock and busily wrote for a few minutes on a large piece of paper with 4'Bevenge', in bold letters at the top. Finally, she ceased writing and stamped around the porch, gesticulating wildly, and mumbling fiercely to herself. MAhal Miss Hannah Brown, you would treat your loving niece so wickedly, would you! I, Sir Rowland, the fair ladyis suitor and obedient servant, do challenge you-li' uWell for pity sakes! Whatis the matterfw cried a young girl's surprised voice. Er-Oh! Hello, Jane, come on up. I've been thinking. Don't strain yourselfli' flippantly cried Jane Walsh, Judyis best friend and 'gpartner in crimefa MNOW listen, Janef' said Judy, Myou've got to help me get revenge on Hannah. This is my plan. Jane listened delightedly to Judy's scheme, for Aunt Hannah had interrupted many choice bits of mischief. Finally, she said, What fun! I just canlt wait until Sunday! She is so strict about our behavior in Church. Letis call up now and see if I can spend the week-end with you. On Sunday morning two carefully subdued girls prepared to go to church with Aunt Hannah. When the church bell rang Aunt Hannah, with the sedate two girls, seated herself in the Brown pew. In the hush of the silent congregation, Judy suddenly began to sneeze violently. Aunt Hannah gave her

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f10l THE ADVOCATE heard a fanfare of trumpets and the muffled drumming of many feet. Uniform followed uniform in seeming infinite procession, then crash and shock and tumultuous din, agonized cries and hot oaths sworn against the God who would allow such carnage. The stench was overpowering and he nearly reeled, but as suddenly as it began it ceased, and the music became cold and emotionless. A maiden clad in purest white armor moved gravely across the battle field. The violins were carrying the melody again, and Paluchi felt something of the awe and moving great- ness of that white hgure of Death. Tenderly she touched a body lying on the battle field and the soldier rose and followed her. The sorrow of ages was upon her brow as shc passed, and Paluchi felt a magnetic im- pulse and tried to follow her. Meanwhile the violins soared higher with a coldness of tone that transcended the finite and took on some- thing of the infinite. Then-a burst of music as the programme ended, and he was follow- ing her along with many others. It was thought strange by some in the audience that one violinist moved not at all, nor rose to bow with the orchestra. RADIOS Fred Shaker, 734 Buzz! Crackle! Snap! I am alone in the house and listening to my favorite program on the radio. The radio begins its daily protest to the usage it receives. I wouldn't mind it so much if it would happen while someone else is listening to it, but it always takes to these spasms when I am sitting beside it. At the beginning of the usual procedure I grimly resolve, with the integrity of ,my ancestors at Bunker Hill, either to stop that infernal noise or the radio. So, with fire in my eye, I search for the hammer, screw- driver, and monkey-wrench. After a very aggravating search for the hidden weapons, I finally discover them in an obscure corner. My ardor somewhat daunted by the search, I return to the radio. On hearing again its angry growl, my dampened ardor soars to the unattained heights. I peer into the bowels of my patient and begin operations on the tubes. After removing them, I place them at a little distance from the cause of my indignation. I then take out the screws and nuts. Some of the nuts show fight and, not being able to move them with the wrench, I take to the hammer. As my arm rises for the third blow, the traitorous head takes leave of the handle and makes a forced landing smashing the complete set of tubes. Nevertheless I continue to remove the nuts and screws until I have a miscellaneous col- lection. Not finding any apparent ailment in my harsh-toned patient, I proceed in my attempt to replace its vitals. After many grunts and the wasting of much needed energy by my somewhat strained vocal chords, I succeed in getting a fraction of them back again, but much to 1ny dismay I have more parts than places to put them. just then in bursts the rest of the family. After my paying for eight new tubes and a Grst class electrician, my enterprises are very much stunted for the next few weeks. Now I turn on the radio and listen contentedly to the pent up explosions of '4Crackle! snap! buzzli' saved for my special entertainment by the diabolical mechanism. THE WAY TO LIVE Mayola Wall, '34 To be today the best I can, And see each duty through, To fail no friend, or anyone, But simply be true blue. To leave the cares of yesterday Wrapped up in clouds of hope, And make tomorrow's brilliant dawn Contain a wider scope.

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V L l :- IIZJ THE ADVOCATE a stern glance as the sneezes continued. Jane leaned over Aunt Hannah and solemnly offered the sufferer a handkerchief. Judy nodded gratefully and the sneezes subsided. Ten minutes later, during the morning prayer, Jane began to hic-cough with a rhythmic gulp which seemed to Aunt Hannahis imagination to extend in all directions. MHold your breath and count to seven,', she whispered guiltily. Imagine Aunt Han- nah whispering in church! Judy looked shocked. So did Aunt Hannah! The hic-coughs continued and then poor Judy felt another spell coming on. Glancing quickly at Aunt Hannah, she raised Jane's handkerchief to her nose and began to sneeze. The minister talked on, Jane coughed on, and Judy continued to sneeze convulsively. In an effort to stop, she dropped her hymn book with a clatter, and Aunt Hannalfs cheeks became redder and redder, although the at- mosphere in the church was becoming frigid. Finally, the benediction was pronounced and Aunt Hannah propelled the choking girls home without even bowing to the minister. Judy collapsed on the sofa, as Aunt Hannah went upstairs, and giggled hysteri- cally. u0h! Judy,', shrieked Jane, '4didn't that pepper in our handkcrchiefs work marvel- ously?'7 'Sweet Revenge! sighed Judy, wiping her streamin' eyes. A. funny expression crossed her face as her nose twitched convulsively. '4Oh-Oh-Oh! Jane, the pep-pep-pep-perl Katchoolw SN OWFALL Phyllis Brown, '33 The earth needs a new dress. Her last week's white one is tattered and torn, Splashed with mud and trampled. Tomorrow morning she will awake Clothed anew in glittering white. RAIN Virginia Sanborn, '35 W'hat is rain? lVIr. Webster would have us believe that it is water in drops dis- charged from the clouds. Wfell, I donit blame the clouds for discharging it! Of all the miserable, disgusting, useless elements, I consider rain to be the worst! And it always comes just when you don't want it to. When you are all ready for a picnic, or some other outing, some observing individual is certain to inform you that clouds are gathering in the west, and that he just felt a drop of rain. Mother thinks you had better stay home, al- though father says it will be all right to take a chance. So you stay home. There are some people, however, who actu- ally enjoy rain. I happened to meet one of these lunatics the other day. HDO you knowfi he said, HI get thc biggest thrill out of walking in the rain?'7 Well, if anyone finds anything thrilling about getting all bundled up in a raincoat, hat, galoshes, and umbrella, only to be soaked to the bone, heas welcome to it. But personally, I think such people should be consigned to an institution 'for the feeble- minded. Then, there are those who will say that rain is a necessity, they are right, it prob- ably is. But as soon as the depression is over, and I'm rich again, I'm going to buy a huge mansion in the Sahara Desert, and for- get there ever was such a thing as rain. JIGSAW PUZZLES Hilda Lane, '35 Lunatics, madmen Set loose from a pen. The world has come to A pretty state, when They cut up pictures In small pieces, then They try to put them Together again.