Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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£be JBluc an Mbite 15 rase in front of me and crouching between it and the rudely constructed walls of the ‘station. I must have fallen into a doze, for the next thing I was conscious of was the shrill whistle of the train pulling away from the station. With a great leap I hurled myself and suit-ea.-e onto the steps of the last car and found myself—although somewhat dazed safe. DRUE KE1M, '23. Special iDepartment FORSAN ET HAEO OLIM MEMINISSE JUVABIT.” (Free Translation—A Neglected Reference.) 4Y1 aT REFERENCE did you look up for history?” asked Ruth ▼ v as I entered the classroom. We don’t have that for to-day, Ruth.” “Yes, w’e do. The lesson which Miss Wade assigned yesterday was for Monday.” “Oh! what w’lll I do. I don't know one reference to give and I knowr Miss Wade will cali on me nrst. She always does.” Tell about the Massacre of 1778. Miss Wade said that w'ould be an interesting topic and 1 am sure no one took it. Just at this moment the teacher entered the room. I was hoping she would forget that this was reference day but Miss Wade is not one of the forgetful kind. Looking haid at the class she said, “I believe we shall start with the front row. Ruth, let us hear your reference.” The fates were aganst me. I began to tremble. I would be next and what in the world would I tell. Oh, the Massacre of 1778. What massacre was that? 1778? That was the Roston Massacre. Oh, I remember that. It wdll be easy to relate and Miss Wade will never know that I have not prepared my lesson. There, Ruth has finished and I didn’t hear one word she said. Mary, let us hear your reference.” As I arose, courage returned and I walked to the center of the room with a firm step. ■ The Massacre of 1778.—Boston being considered ihe hotbed of the rebellion. General Gage was sent there with two regiments of troops. The people refused them shelter. Cannon were planted, sentries posted, and citizens insulted. Frequent quarrels took place among the people.” As I teached this point I noticed some in the room were smiling. What bad I said to make them smile. Nothing that 1 knew of. One day a crowd of men and boys insulted the city guard. A fight followed, in which several citizens were killed and some wounded. Bells were rung, the country people rushed in to help the people in the city and quiet was restored with difficulty.” I walked to my seat wondering what the fun was about. Miss Wade aros-e and said, “Mary, the Massacre of 1778 was not the Roston Massacre; it was the Wyoming Massacre.” HELEN LUPFER, ’22.

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14 Zbc Blue anD tiUbitc LITTLE EPPIE AND AARON. 4 4 J OY'S COMING, dad-dad, ’ exclaimed Eppie one bright morning. •D nut “dad-dad was busy at his loom and did not hear h m A moment later, she was at his side, and again she called him. This time he heard and was about to answer her, but was prevented by the appearance of little Aaron in the open door-way. 11 is mother was not long in following. While Silas and Mrs. Whinthorp were engaged in busy conversation, Eppie and Aaron were also busily engaged.—but in quite a different way. They had tried for some time, but in vain, to secure two of the delicious brown cookies from the table. But they had soon given up this tiresome sport, and wandered toward the door. “Don’t go away, children, Mrs. Whinthorp had warned them. But this intended warning did not have the desired fleet. Rather than a warning, it appeared as a suggestion to these active playmates. Led by the desire of cookies, and by Mrs. Whinthorp's suggestion of going away, they decided to go where cookies were more plentiful. Aaron knew quite well that the hot cookies had been left on the kitchen table at home to cool, and Eppie was eager to follow him there. They both knew the road well, and the distance being short, they i oon covered it. Once inside the kitchen door, they were safe. But the cookies were not By means of a bench, the farthest cookie was reached, and removed from the table by tiny, excited hands. When the table was almost empty, and two little mouths, four little hands, many pockets and Eppie's apron were filled with the delicious goodies, Eppie and Aaron started toward the door. But there was no need to open it. For much to their surprise, Mrs. Whinthorp entered the room. “God bless you. children,'' she cried, You’re safe.” JEANETTE P. GOODLING, ’24. A TEDIOUS WAIT. Wf AITING for a train at a country station is a tedious experience. I » ▼ remember quite well the last experience of this sort 1 had. Th day was late in October and the wind was whistling around the tew' boards which formed what w'as called a station. At least one solid houi of this cold and waiting! 1 set myself to find something interesting to do. As the floor of the station extended to the rails and the roof covered half of the fioor.I amused rnvsalf for a while by jumping from direelty under the end of the roof to the tracks in one beautiful broad jump. Tiring of this, I hoped to pass .some time by walking the rails and jumping,the ties. Time seemed to pass so slowly that I finally decided to sit down and try to be patient. Taking my suitcase I prooceeded to make myself as warm and comiortable as I could, by placing the suit-

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16 £l)c 35luc an6 Mbitc. stand. his place of business, he (ripped over his “boss’s” feet and cracked the glass. This did not put a damper on his joy, however. What was the cause of all Edward Hale’s joy? None other than that his favorite movie actress, Beda Thara, was to play in “The Demon’s Delight” in the Rialto that night.. His boss said that lie could get off early and unless somthing very serious happened to Edward Hale, the next hour would find him in his favorite seat breathlessly awaiting the time when Ileda’s picture would be flashed on the screen. This w'as one time when Edward Hale didn’t take Margie Stoke to the movies. It would be embarrassing to have Margie see him sigh when Beda kissed the hero. Edward Hale felt sure that Beda’s eyes were blue. He couldn’t tell but he just knew they would be. His room was full of pictures of Beda taken in all kinds of poses, from a- bathing beauty to an Eskimo from the South Pole. Well, just a few minutes before Edward Hale started for the Rialto a box of school papers was thrust in the door. He began to open the box and every minute or two would stop and look at the clock, hoping that the time would pass more quickly. When the box was opened. Edward saw a paper lying on top that had a mighty clever cover and it was so attractive that Enward laid asidf his tools and took it up and began to read it. One by one he picked them up and read them from cover to cover