Nute High School - Purple and Gold Yearbook (Milton, NH)

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THE PURPLE AND GOLD Of course we wouldn't think it of any young man, but still, the circum- stances are very suspicious. Of course Alphonse only went into his mother's room because the light was better there. Still, when his sweet voice wafted over the air, a distinct essence seemed to come from the radio. Sweet Pea! Ah! Sweet Perfume! Misplaced Eyebrow It was indeed a surprise when one of our budding young men, Mr. Charles Francis Hosser by name, made a spec- tacular entrance, following his Christ- mas vacation, sporting what he elabo- rately called a moosetash.', His un- suspecting friends politely asked him if Santa Claus forgot to bring him a cake of soap, for they innocently believed that, arising at a late hour, he had not had time in his mad dash to the bus for such minor matters as washing his baby face. His hair was slicked down, however, in his usual manner, and his ears looked as though they had just been freshly scrubbed, for they emitted a soft crim- son glow. Mr. Hosser promptly informed his tormentors that he had strictly per- formed his daily duties. XN'e then blamed his discoloring on something he ate. Vile were then silenced by Mr. Hosser, who told us that he had only grown a moosetash over the vacation and that if it was going to cause such a stir, he would shave it off. XVe couldn't help thinking that at the present a good stiff towel might be the best remedy. VVe told Mr. Hosser that if he put hair tonic on his misplaced eyebrow, at graduation time he might be able to twist and curl it at the ends, to his heart's content. Mr. Hosser then went out in a huff and we didn't see much of him for the rest of the day. The next day Mr. Hosser came in with only two eyebrows. To all ye boys who have a secret longing to be second Clark Gables, don't start in to be sophisticated now. School is not the right place for you, and you might not like your reception. Ask Mr. Hosser, he knows! -Olida Soucy. Guess Who First Clue: She's well known around here for her businesslike manner and appearance. Though she's not very tall, she is most efficient, and you'll seldom find her idle. Are you guessing? If you don't know who I'm telling about, read on. Second Clue: Anyone who has taken a business course will know that her bark is far worse than her bite and that her temper is not as bad as her red hair would suggest. You're getting closer to the answer, but here's one more clue to help you make sure of it. Third Clue: Her favorite color is green, and, although her hobby seems all wet at times, it is really quite on the level. VVhat? You don't know yet? XVell, 1'll give you one more chance. Fourth Clue: She took some of us to the insane asylum and, what's more, brought us all back again. Of course you know her. She's our old friend, Miss Goodwin. -Ann XN'oodbury. The Dope on Sweet Pea Due to the fact that, not only in con- versation among the students of the school, but also in essays and short stories written by certain students in the school, I have been teased and kidded because of my sweetness,,' due to a little bottle of perfume, I have been forced to put into writing the true story of the incident which was

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THE PURPL all started by a little bottle of Sweet Pea perfume. Yes, it was indeed true that, on a certain day, I fumigated the entire school with a very pleasant odor, the odor of SWEET PEA! If any names of persons, places, or things which follow bear any similari- ties to anyone in Nute High School, it is not coincidental. It all started when Emily Casey and I were in the middle of a discussion on a difficult problem in Trigonometry. Now, in my opinion, I persisted, we should first find the length of one side before determining the angle. But, don't you see, argued Emily, if we do that, it would make it very much more dif- No, I don,tl I interrupted, and, furthermore, I think that you're- But I stopped short. Around me there suddenly arose a distinct odor of perfume. Don't you smell anything strange in here? I asked. HXAJIIY, no! replied Emily in a very innocent manner. I began to sniff the air. As I looked about the room and then up at the ceil- ing, there, above my head, was Emily's hand, in which there was a small bottle of perfume about to be spilled on me. I quickly made a grab for the bottle, but it was too late. She had already tipped the bottle. and I could feel the liquid trickling down around my ears and then on to my clothes. There was nothing I could do but sit there and gaze ahead in a mummified manner and of course once in a while let out a few sniffs. Soon the silence was broken when Emily remarked, as though she were surprised, My, but don't you smell sweet. just as I was about to express my feelings toward Emily, which were none too good, I can assure you, the bell rang. I gathered my books and started to pass to my next class. As I passed many of the other students, .E AND GOLD I4 W they all stopped and sniffed me all over and finished by making some wise remark. As I reached the hall, a thought came to me. Good heavens! I've got to make a broadcast tonight. Wliat will the people of the studio think! But it was too late to do anything about it. I was to go straight to the studio and would have no time to change my suit. However, I finally did make my broadcast and was quite successful in having no one notice my sweet-smelling perfume. Most of the odor had disappeared by the fresh air as we drove to the studio. I was indeed fortunate! Perhaps in the course of time you will hear, if you have not already heard, some wild tale of my writing to Santa Claus for perfume and powder, but do not get alarmed or fiustrated. I just received the perfume as a Christmas gift from Olida Soucy and Emily Casey. The talcum powder came from Patricia Vlfitham. I fully realized, however, that these gifts were not given merely with the spirit of giving, but I like to think of it as so. Until the day I die, whenever I see powder and perfume on display, or smell Sweet Pea, I shall never forget this incident. -Alphonse Soucy, '4l. Sequel Imagine Santa Claus' surprise when he received the following letter a short time after our hero Alphonse made his debut in his mother's perfumery: Dear Santa: That little blond that fell for me down at the studio told me she had been attracted to me immediately by my sweetness. As my mother keeps a very close watch on her dressing table, it will be practically impossible for me to continue this practice which I have