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

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THE PURPLE AND GOLD found so profitable. So you see, dear Santa, I am in urgent need of scents for my own personal use. I am very partial to Sweet Pea, as I think that suits my personality best. Please don't disappoint me. A good little boy, Alphonse. Alphonse had chortled with glee while he wrote this epistle. There was a dashing little plump girl at school he could fall for in a big way, and that cute nurse at the Wolfelaoro Hospital. VVhen Santa brought that fetching scent to him, they would quickly re- spond to that come-hither look in his lovely blue eyes with the alluring long lashes. Christmas morning, Alphonse was up before the rest of the family. Rushing down the stairs, he eagerly grabbed his generous, size fifteen stocking and dumped the contents hastily. Ah, the desired article was there! But, what's this? Not only had Santa brought the perfume, but there was a generous can of talcum powder. Sweet Pea, too. mind you! Jack's Parole Penned up between four walls, a prisoner awaiting the moment of his release, jack marked off each day on his calendar. It was now the second day of the month, and in eighteen more days he would be free to do as he wished. He couldn't figure out why he had to put in a hard labor just so that he could be parolled for only two weeks. Of course it wasn't fair. He was tired, from having had to work all day and part of the night, and now he wanted a good long rest. From day to day these thoughts en- tered jack's mind, and with grimness he did the tasks that had been assigned to him by his betters. Visitors would come in from day to day, and this made him very angry. because all he could l41l think of was that these people were free and could do what they wanted to while he had to labor all day long. If his work was not done, he was scolded by his superiors, and the visitors laughed at him. On that day when Jack could say. just eight more days to go, he felt happy. And that day when he said, Tomorrow, tomorrowf, he was about the happiest person there was. That night when he went to bed, he awak- ened another mate by the Words ln seven more hours, I shall be free. Five more hours-five- VVhen morning finally came, he went to his job for the last time before his release. Then, at the certain time, the big boss said, All right, now you may go, and I hope you have a good time. iVith smiling face, Jack looked at his books and said, No more studying for two weeks! Boy. am I happy! No, ,lack was not a criminal. but he was just an ordinary school boy, who. like all the other school children. awaited eagerly his Christmas vacation. -Olida Soucy, '41, Our Trip to the State House On Tuesday, March 25th, our His- tory class had the privilege of visiting the State House in Concord, through the kindness of our Representative, Mr. George Longley. Mr. Longley acted as our guide and showed us the main departments in the building. The cor- ridors are lined with oil portraits of famous legislators, a relief map of the state, and various flags of historical interest. The walls of the corridors are made of smooth polished marble. W'e were first taken to the Senate chamber, where each Senator has a private desk for his own use. The House of Representatives resembles greatly a large amphitheatre and is second in size only to the National House at VVashington, D. C.

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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

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THE PURPL E AND GOLD VVhile the House was in session, we realized what a great privilege freedom of speech really is. Various bills were read by the clerk and were voted on. Then we were given the special op- portunity of shaking hands with the governor and his council. XVe were also handed a card with the picture of the Governor on it. VVe lunched at the Puritan Restau- rant, and everyone enjoyed his dinner at the expense of Mr. Longley. Then we returned to the House ot Representatives. A bill had been intro- duced that if a Representative were not present on Thursday he would get no mileage. At first, everyone thought the no's had it, but when a roll call was demanded, it showed the yes's had it. From the House, we went to the State Police Department. VVe were shown how the teletype worked. NVe learned about the radio system, which broadcasts only one way. at present. to the cars. XVe visited the fingerprint and photography departments next. VVe were shown the filing system used to keep all photographs and finger- prints. Then we had our own finger- prints taken and got quite a thrill out of it. Now we'll have to watch our step. Then, feeling a little foot weary, we started home. all agreeing we had a very enjoyable trip, thanks to Mr. Longley and Mr. Young. A Sociology Class Looks at Life Cn November 7, l940, the Sociology Class from Nute visited Laconia State School, the State Prison, and the State Hospital. Below are some of my ob- servations during the trip. and some thoughts which resulted from it. The mentally deficient are one of Societyls greatest problems. No census has been taken. but it is believed that about six out of every thousand people are mentally wrong in one way or another. l42l Laconia State School for the Feeble- minded is an institution for teaching the feebleminded how to care for them- selves and to earn their own way in the world if possible. A person wishing to enter this school must have an appli- cation sent from a priest or minister, a nurse, or some legal court. The institution is made up of three main parts: The Infirmary, where the bed patients are keptg the School, which consists of four gradesg and a practical course such as cooking and shop: and the dormitories. where the patients stay when not at work or at play. Several types of feebleminded pa- tients are found at the institution. Some of them are as follows: Idiots are the lowest class of feeble- minded. Some of them cannot even dress and feed themselves. Mongolians are a class of feeble- minded who have many of the charac- teristics of the Asiatic people, but they may come from any race or nationality. Birth injuries sometimes cause fee- blemindedness. Many of those patients are monstrosities but are not quite as helpless as some other types. Microcephalics, commonly called 'fpin headsf' are a class which have abnormally small heads caused by hav- ing, at birth, a bony skull without sutures. Epileptics do not always have fits, but are often in need of care in spite of this. At Laconia, there is a fairly large group of epileptics. Other types of feebleminded are able to go out on parole and support them- selves. Some who are not able to do this help pay for their board by work- ing at various crafts, the products of which are sold. This School is doing all it can for the feeble-minded, but that is not enough. Feeble-mindedness must be prevented as much as possible by society because individuals aiiiicted by this can never be cured as can some of those who are suffering from insanity.