Orleans High School - Sword Yearbook (Orleans, VT)

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:Cfi.'E',4wSTFiOPHE . ' 'Without a dsubt'a,newspaper editor: has ord-head- aches than any other human being. Sebastian Dolittle, editor of the DAILY NEWS was no exception. In fact, if you took his word for it, he was getting more than his share of them. There is no doubt in my mind but that you will see with the clairvoyance of a diplomat that Sebastian did not exaggerate his sentiments. . Th cause for all his tribulations was an incompe- tent setter in the printing room. Up till new, the mis- takes had not attained any heights of exaggeration but time would tell. sebast1an's foresight had not been ooverrated, It happened the following week. M . Reynolds, Banker, and his wife had been on a tour in the far West and on their return they had stopped off at Chicago to see friends. Naturally the 'News' took notice and the following excerpt was read by a large portion of Renoltona nMr and Mrs. Sidney Reynoldeb of this town, visited flendsf in Chicago, last weekend. The larger part of the town guffawed at the mis- print but not so with the Reynolds family. Telephone calls and inquiries from the most promin- ent members of the clan kept the office in a turmoil for a week. Mr. Dolittle, now at the end of his wit and very disconsolate, decided to make amer,c. Therefore, in his next editorial he outlined a brit? ,xetch of Reynolds' small grandson, son cf T'f and Mrs. Nancy Noles. He quite amazed himself ani Jelieved the biography to be a masterpiece. Ta say tha least, the article was fairly well written and she, ' ruth application. But Dolittle was to have no peace. The next morn- ing another calamity had shattered the dreams of bliss- fulness which he had anticipated through his editorial. Here was the bit of news which had the town roar- ing: UThe neighbors of Mr. and Mrs. Noles are raving over their little sin, Robert.n '

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,' 5 Uwhat silly peoplefthere are in this town! N was her annoyed thought.' ' I A.Qa .,, Un What was that noise? Dogs! Q e mastiffsi . How they frightened her! Babe started salking faster. HThe dogs were following her, as a hasty glance over s.her shoulder proved. Her fear of dogs was absurd, s.she reflected as she hurried, but they had always frightened her. Her young dignity and poise were thrown to the winds when she started running! Actually running! Oh, this must be a nightmare! what would people think? Would no one help her? Those huge brutes were oo ing closer. Surely, surely, this must be a nightmare! It had to be! But it wasn't. She found herself in the park, and realized that she could not shake off the dogs, so with a desperate glance around she scrambled up a tree near by. Goodness! It had been ages since she had last climbed a tree, for there were none near her house. Her house! How she wished herself at'hbme, with Mrs. Jones to baby 115317 0 The dogs! Where had they gone? Had they given up? or had, they chased her at all? Anyway they had disap- peared, and Babe slid down the tree and started wearily homeward. In the little white bungalow Mrs. Jones anxiously questioned her husband. ' UHave you seen Babe? Shel: been gone all aftera noon, and I'm worried.n nStop fretting, haggle! She's all right. Leave her alonein UI wonftl I an ysing out to find her.n Mrs. Jones flung open the front door and hurried down the steps, Through the dusk she spied a half-grown black cat limping up the walk. Its white forepaws and splotch of white under its chin were muddy, and its whole appearance was that of bedraggled dejection. Hwhy Babe! where have you been?n asked Mrs. Jonas, snuggling the weary cat in her arms. nOh Joe! Iive found herlu ' Elizabeth Smith '45 V ,.vx.., K ,,' E, . - . I ' ' 1-is ,.-fb as . I 4 . , .-.,, gyfjxwm ,ligfa if if ,f 'uf7 Jig!

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It was the last straw. Clark Johnson, setter in the printing room was dismissed immediately. Even to this day s ms of the' wiser members of the cc unity ponder over these highly comdemnable atroci ties and opinions differ as to the witticismq of the culprit or,-more likely, as to his inccmpetenoy in set- ting type. r . , - x sf , . ' W ' Lucien Lambert '40 . A A 4 N . ' . ,I . . , F Myywuwvcw The wind walled around the 'corner gf tha building and lashed the rain against the windowss 'It was a black dismal night as Emily passed along the corridor to 2the ohildrenls ward for thewtwelvero'clock inspection. Emily had not yet get used-to night dutya l'Ine surgical? you were always: busyg here you had altogethcr'too much time to'sthinkf The l1ttle'boy .in 125 always did make her thank eeffher own littleu brother and that walfnor helps when you waree so homesick that you were roady to cry on the firstsconvient shoulder that came a1ong.e It awsome help, too, if Doctor 0'Ne1l were a little bitt different. He was so correct and caustic that he had all the nurses scared st1ff.Q She had heard the remark once that he had a mechanical heart, his having become so large that it had to be removed. That remark had almost got her into trouble once as she always had to laugh when she thought of it. It was funny that he should be like that though.- He was so young and good looking. Emily's thoughts were slowly penetrated by 'a low sobbing at the end of the corridor. Slipping silently to 108 she red the chart. Betty Jameson.......Acc1dent Spinal fracture..ginterna1 injuries...hopeless. She re- membered the case. Jane Russell, the day nurse, ' had told her about lt. Suddenly the little tear-stained face was lifted to her. nwhy don't Mummy come?n , rlmpulslvely Emily stooped, wrapped the blanket snugly about her and carried her to the large easy visitor's chair at the end of the corridor. Holding her tightly Emily talked to her, told her stories, told her that Hum y and Daddy would come for her in the morning, until finally she slept. Carrying her carefully Emily placed her back in the cot, As she tucked the covers around her she smiled and murmured, 3Tummy. Hmiss Welch.H Emily straightened quickly to face Dre O'Nei.l. 2 I ' ' Yes , Doctor.