North Quincy High School - Manet Yearbook (North Quincy, MA)

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MANET 15 They went through the window, post haste! VVait a minute, said Chris. Take this car. They climbed in and luckily it started easily. Rolling along the road, Nicki told of what happened. Gosh, said Chris, my own brother. He put one arm around Nicki. Guess I can drive with one hand. You've had experiencef' said Nicki. After a short while he said, Chrisl Aren't you glad that I bought that paper knife, and wasted that money? And isn't spending five dollars for that better than spending thirty thousand on kidnappers?'7 You bet! said Chris heartily. Elizabeth Ogilvie, 10-6. FORGOTTEN All ready for school at last. I said. It isn't very long since I was in bed. Have I everything that I need. Pencils. pens. and a book to read 'I Halfway to school was I this morning' IVhen it came to me all of a dawning That I had left my French at home. Now wasn't that enough to make you groan? Ethel Little, I 0-T. A MID-SUMMER NIGI-lT'S SCREAM T'was a dark, rainy night. At intervals lightning iiashed across the sky, followed by loud peals of thunder. All was quiet in the yard. Then an ear-piercing shriek was heard by the occupants of the house. A light ap- peared in a window. A dark form flitted from a tree to the house. A key grated in the lockg a door opened and Mrs. Maloney let the cat in. Edmund Rioux, 8-8. WHAT THE LITTLE GIRL SAID Mas upstairs changing her dress,', said the freckle-faced little girl tying her doll's bonnet strings while looking about the room for a piece of cloth large enough to serve as a scarf for that double-,jointed article, Oh, your mother needn't dress up for me, said the female agent of the missionary society, taking a last self-satisfied view of herself in the mirror. t'Run up and tell her to come down just as she is, in her everyday clothes. Oh, but she is11 't in her everyday clothes. Ma was all dressed up in her new brown silk 'cause she expected Miss Dimmond today. Miss Dimmond always comes over here to show her nice things off and Ma doesn't mean to get left. But-whenshe saw you coming she said 'The dickens,' and I guess she was mad about something. Ma said if you saw her new dress, she 'd have to hear all about the poor heathen, who don't have silk, and youid ask her for money for hymn books to send to lem. Say, do the nigger ladies use hymn bookleaves to do their hair up on and make it frizzy? Ma says she guesses that's all the good the books do 'em -if they ever get any books. I wish my dolly was a heathen. VVhy you wicked little girl! Vklhat do you want with a heathen doll? asked the mis- sionary lady, taking a mental inventory of the new things in the parlor to get material for a little talk on world extravagance. So folks would send her nice things to wear, and feel sorry for her when she was naked. Then she 'd have hair to frizz, and I want a doll with real eyes that roll up like Deacon McSmidges' when he says 'Amen' on Sunday. l ain't a wicked girl, either, 'cause Uncle Dick -you know Vncle Dick don 't you? He 's been out West and swears awful and smokes in the house-he says l'm a holy terror and he hopes l'll be an angel pretty soon. Mall be down in a minute so you needn't take your things off. She said she'd box my ears if I asked you to. Ma 's putting on that old dress she had last year, 'cause she didn't want you to think she could give much this year, and she needed a new hat worse than tl1e queen of the cannon ball islands needed religion. Uncle Dick says you orta get to the islands 'cause you'd be safe there, and the natives would be sorry they were such sinners. Anybody would send you to 'em. He says he's never seen a heathen hungry enough to eat you, 'less it was a blind one, and you'd set a blind pagans teeth on edge so he wouldn't want any more missionaries. Uncle Dick 's awful funny and makes ma and pa die laughing sometimes. t'Your l'ncle Richard is a wicked man, and ought to have stayed out YVest where his kind is appreciated. He sets a very poor example for a little girl like you. 'tOh I think he's nice, he showed me how to slide down the banisters, and he 's teaching me to whistle with my fingers when ma ain't around. That's a pretty coat you have. Do you buy all your clothes with missionary money? Ma says you do. Just then, fortunately, and not a minute too soon, the freckle-faced little girl ma came into the parlor and put an end to this very enlight- ening conversation. She kissed the missionary lady on the cheek and told her she was de- lighted to see her, and they proceeded to have a very sociable chat. The little girl 's ma can't understand why a person who brags about being so charitable as the missionary agent does, should go right over to Miss IJIIIIIHOIICIQS and say such ill-natured things as she did and she thinks the missionary is a double-faced gossip. Marguerite Knowles, 10-1.

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14 MANET chum, and Chris went oif looking for Margie. The day passed uneventfully, except when Nicki ruined a scene by trying to knock Chris out and Chris replied by turning his brother over his kneeiand spanking him, Five o'clock, and a thunder shower was com- ing up. Chris and Nicki stood outside the studio gates waiting for the Prince. Chris looked up at the dark threatening sky, and, as an ominous growl of thunder sounded, looked down at his little brother. He suddenly felt fraternal. How about a soda, Nicki ? he asked. Nicki grinned. Lead me to it! he exclaimed. Right, said Chris, and they started across the broad boulevard. At this moment it was practically deserted. A big car came rolling along and slowed down beside them. A man in the front seat leaned out. Are you Chris Thorpe? he asked, in a rough voice. VVhy, yes. answered Chris, puzzled. 'tYou're wanted at police headquarters, said the man, flashing a badge. A fellow was brought in and he had something of yours. You 're needed to identify it. Something of mine? said Chris. brows knitted. t'iVhy, I don 't know-.H You'd better go, Chris, said Nicki at his elbow. HAH right, said Chris. 'tl suppose l'd better. But you stay here and tell the Prince. He started to climb in, but Nicki saw some- thing that Chris didn 't. the glint of a revolver in the stranger 's hand. Nicki shouted a warn- ing and jumped onto the running board, but a rough hand knocked him off, and he was sitting in the middle of the boulevard looking after the receding car. A policeman came running, and to him Nicki told his hectic story. Chris had been kidnapped. k ' Ten minutes later, Nicki, seated between a couple of policemen in a speeding car, related the story. There was more than one car out. It was raining furiously and was already dark. and Nicki shivered from fear and cold. Speed- ing along a dark narrow road arched over by trees, the car suddenly slowed down, ,gave several snorts, and promptly died. The police- man at the wheel uttered several choice epithets, and Nicki said, I'll go up to this house and get some water if you wa11t me to. All right, said the sergeant. You men get out and look around. Nicki started up a rough path bordered by bushes, with a flash- light. He fell down once or twice and bruised his bare knees, but kept on. Suddenly, on the steps before the house, the ray of the flashlight fell upon something lying there. Nicki's heart gave a great start, for it was the ivory paper knife. He picked it up gingerly and put it in his pocket. Then Chris was in there! With his heart thumping furiously, he rangethe bell. There was a deep silence, broken only by the sound of rain. Suddenly the big door was opened, a11d a maid looked at him suspiciously. l'd like some water for a car, he said, hoping she wouldn't perceive his fright. 'tOh, come in, she said. Nicki went in, and sat uncomfortably on the edge of a chair. He looked about. and saw what he was looking for, a confusion of wet footprints on the stairs. He looked about for a minute and then steadily crept up the big stair-case, looking around at each step. He was terribly frightened. He tracked the footprints to a door upstairs, and with his hand on the knob looked around the dimly lighted corridor with apprehension, then he slowly opened the door. But within there was just a barely furnished room, and there the footprints vanished, and there was someone coming. With one bound, he was across the room and pulling at the casement window. Escape was his only motive. A flash of light- ning illumined the garden below, it was a long way, but he climbed out onto the trellis and started down. He fell half the way, and got up stilily, 'il could have picked a softer place, he observed, and then began to walk about the house. lt was a long way, but he went steadily, and quietly 'til he came to' a window from which issued a faint glimmer. 'A quick survey with his light showed a window seat with heavy hangings beyond. He climbed in ,as quietly as he could and peeped through the curtains. What he saw made him draw back. quickly. For there was a man sitting at at desk, back to him, and sitting before him was Chris. Chris face was white and his nervous fingers drummed a devil tattoo on the arms of his chair. ' W 'tStop that drumming, said the man, f'And come over here. I want you to write a note to 7 .' your parents., ' A A Chris obeyed l1l111,E:lI1Cl sat at the desk. The man gave him pen and paper. Write a note,l' he said, f'And ask for thirty thousand dollars. Read it aloud to me as you write it. Nicki strained his ears to hear Chris' voice. His voice came low and steady. I'1l write to my brother. He can get the money and not tell my parents. 'Dear Nicki', he wrote slowly, 'Take this note and my bank book and draw thirty thousand dollars. Don't tell Dad and Mother. Signed Christobal Johann Thorpe'. Nicki 's heart leaped. Chris had signed the wrong name! Smart Chris! Then Nicki saw his opportunity. The man's back was toward him. Very well ! Nicki moved out steadily and suddenly brought down the loaded handle of the paper knife on the ma.n's head. With a groan he slumped forward, and Chris jumped up. t'Nicki! he cried. Sh! Sh ! cautioned Nickil Come quickly I

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16 MANET Helen Vandeleur STUDENT COUNCIL ASSEMBLY One of assemblies of the term was the inau- guration of the Student Council. The assembly opened with an introductory speech given by Mr. Muir, in which he emphasized the advant- ages both material and intellectual which the school possesses. The officers of the Council were then in- stalled. Bernard Kane, last year's president, gave the oath of oiiice to Joseph lllatson, the new president, who gave a short talk asking the student body for loyalty and co-operation during the year. The new president then ad- ministered the oath of office to vice-president Marguerite Reynolds, and secretary YVillia1n Jeakins. The members of the council then took the oath of office and received their emblems. The seventh grade class of 7-1 were present at the assembly besides the 9th and 10th grades, and also Orrin Saunders, a past president of the Student Council. Members of the Council are: Virginia Andros, Henry Allen, Clifford At- wood, Kathleen Buddenhagen, Alfred Starrett, Priscilla Cleaves, Francis Cary, Vifintlirop Delano, Joseph Nolan, Russell Doucette, Betty Drummond, Thomas Ferris, lVarren Frye, Mar- garet Gibbons, Charles Gerry, James Hawco, Betty Jackson, Edward Lambert, Dwane Lind- say, Edith Lloyd, Lawrence McCarthy, Mildred Moody, Curtis Millen, Anita Paragallo, Betty Parmenter. Patricia Ryan, Esther Schaller, Frank Seldon, Lorenz Schrath. Rose Solito Robert Smith. lVilliam Sullivan, Gordon Tabor Ruth Yibert, Clayton Vllilliams, Agnes 'Walken A. Geraldine Yllhite, Bertha Cummings, Robert Townes, Richard Brown. Q 9 Helen Leary. ARE WE ANIMALS? This question is often asked. It was an- swered to the satisfaction of all concerned by Mr. Talbot at a special assembly held in No- vember. He spoke to the pupils on the subject, You and I and Other Animals. His talk was accompanied by excellent slides of the ani- mals and birds about which he told us. Mr. Talbot is working with the M. S. P. O. A. mf SCHOOL EVENTS we He has gone to a good many New England schools and has urged all of the pupils to be kind, rather than cruel, to all animals. All creatures have some good reason for existence even though we cannot see that reason at first. MAGICIAN ENTERTAINS An assembly was held on Tuesday, November 17, when the auditorium was filled to capacity with pupils who thoroughly enjoyed an enter- tainment of magic presented by Mr. Taylor and an assistant. The most mystifying trick to the audience was a very clever card trick. Mr. Taylor called three boys from the audience to the stage and had them each pick a card from a pack in his hand. He called the names of the cards out loud and corresponding cards rose suddenly from a large pack on the stage. The question being, how did the cards know that they were being called? A contest was held among the home rooms in the school to see what rooms would go over the top first. Rooms 108, division 7-1, room 200, and 201, won first, second and third prizes. MANET ASSEMBLY A t'Manet program was given at both assemblies the first week of December by the Mallet staff. Robert Kieth opened the pro- gram by revealing work of the t'Manet staffs done in the past and the increase in size of the magazines of preceding years. Then Anna Cummings, editor-in-chief, told of the writing of editorials and importance of the magazine. Other speakers were Hazel Borne, Literary Editor, Helen Vandeleur, School News Editor., Aldrick Smith, Club Editor, Kenneth Dowd, Athletic Editor, George Sweeney, Joke Editor, Edith Zottoli, Art Editor ,Dorothy Finn, Alumni Editor, George Howe, Exchange Editor, Robert Phillips, Subscription Manager and John King, Advertising Manager, each telling of his re- spective department. The program closed with Anna Cummings stressing the point of buying and supporting the school magazine.