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

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'7fxe ea. of -me Maw, sam by Willie Byron and Sam Snickerchuck It was a festive day, a day wel- come to students and a day provok- ing pride in teachers. It was THE day for South Oshkosh High School and all those connected with it. To explain, it was the day celebrating the anniversary of the donation of a valuable stamp collection to South Oshkosh High School by Jasper J. Jones, millionaire philanthropist, cork-screw king, and most important of Plush County personages. The opening ceremonies were well under way. The vast auditorium was over- fiowing with nodding students, the stage cluttered with guests and speakers, the whole functioning under the benign regard of the one and only Jasper J. Jones. The presiding oflicer, headmaster George Hightone, had just conclu-ded a lengthy exposi- tion and was trilling forth the usual introduction for the first speaker of the day. The number one orator on the list was none other than Miss Aphjenia Heppy-button, teacher of Trochosopherical Motives and Re- actions, Course I, who was also to unveil the draped object at the center of the stage and reveal the famed collection. Headmaster Hightone, reaching the peak of his dramatic build-up, majestically swung toward the left wing, and summoning his four-feet-five of sinew and non- sinew into one most dignified pose, he finished. . ...I hereby introduce a well known member of our own faculty, our first speaker, Miss Heppy-but- ton! A smattering of applause wel- comed the conclusion of his speech and resignedly accepted the next. Mr. George Phineas Hightone wheeled to his place beside Jasper J. Jones and surrendered the speaking platform to Miss Heppy-button, And as for Miss Heppy-button, wherever she was, she was beyond striking distance of the rostra. Silence reigned, no speaker appeared-Mr. Hightone fidgeted nervously, a mounting color suffused his wizened face. A titter spread through the student body, climaxing itself in a raucous laugh. The honorable J. J. Jones produced an awesome frown. The hitherto smooth-running cere- mony had struck a snag. Mr. Hightone writhed with tor- menting humiliation. In despera- tion, he arose, and although a self- averred master of any situation, found this problem most perplexing. He muttered a few inaudible words which ended in a cough, ignominious- ly and blindly started toward the hooded collection, pulled the cord, and revealed -an empty receptacle! A spontaneous laugh swelled from the crowded assemblage and mounted to a passion of uncontrolled mirth. Jasper J. Jones was on his feet, be- wildered, confused. The dominating Mr. Hightone provided a most piti- able spectacle. The other guests arose hastily, some simply standing open-mouthed, others fading thank- fully behind the wings. Some practi- cal and kindly soul had presence of mind enough to pull the curtains and bring an end to the dismal scene. But the laughter rolled on, waxing long and loud. The patter of rain reached the ears MANET 9

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of the befuddled Mr. Hightone through the large window opening on the spacious lawns. He watched the clouds piling up in the east and shuddered at the apt simile it sug- gested. So fair a day to be so' spoiled, so joyous an occasion to end in such a shocking fashion. It was unbelievable, he mused, to realize that such a thing could happen. Miss Heppy-button missing! He had called her home which she shared with her sister only to learn she had not returned there the night before! Miss Heppy-button who had never been known to be absent during the last five years! His reverie was dis- rupted by a sharp rap on the office door. His new secretary, the engag- ing Miss Goldgraft, appeared. Are. . .are you ready for the meeting, Mr. Hightone? she queried. Er...why yes, Miss Goldgraft, yes, he muttered. Send the in- vestigators in. And Mr. Jones ? Why, Mr. Jones. . .of course. . . Mr. Jones. He has every right to attend. Send him right in! And tell Mr. Hamfatt to come in, also. But . . .Miss Goldgraft. . .no reporters! no reporters-by any means. Get rid of 'em, tell 'em it is only a mat- ter of. . .well. . .er. . .hmm. That's all, Miss Goldgraftf' Thereupon, Mr. Hightone, the flower of his social circle, hurried to his desk, struck a pose of indifference and aloofness made perfect by con- stant practice, and waited. The first to enter was none other than the agitated J. J. amidst flying coat tails, cane, tie, gloves, hat, and such, all of which comprises a most important factor in your impression of Jasper Jones--a self-made man 1 0 MANET - which accounts for a lot of things. The equally as fiustered submaster, Horace Hamfatt, followed, consist- ing mainly of one CD paunch, one C11 florid face of sagging con- struction, and one Q11 pair of most spindly and inadequate legs. And now the investigators, the typical poker-face one-look-and-its- solved Philo Vances of Oshkosh, Detective-sergeant Ponchi who at- tained national fame for his part in Askwhitch Case and his stooge and counter-part, Joseph Mulligan, one of those big, silent specimens of Ameri- can manhood. Only Mr. Mulligan wasn't big, nor was he silent, for that matter, but otherwise the de- scription iits him like a glove. Having effected their usual grace- ful entrance, the pair collapsed in the remaining chairs Cwhich didn't remain longh and glowered with all possible glow. Headmaster Hightone, feeling the urge of the moment, began. Gentlemen, I'm sure you feel as I do! That such a thing should hap- pen, could happen in my school will ever be my cross to bear. Quite a figure that cross to bear -yessir-lettem see how a 'man responds to situations like this, mused Mr. Hightone, and continued. For the sake of the fair name of our school, I urge and ardently hope for immediate apprehension and you can rely on Mr. Hamfatt and myself for all possible coopera- tion. All possible cooperation.. .any- time. . .we urge it. . .yessiree. . .any- time. . .fair name of our school, y'know. . .dear me. And Mr. Hamfatt subsided be- neath his superior's regal frown.