Pembroke High School - Mattakeesett Yearbook (Pembroke, MA)

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THE WAMPUM 13 came rushing in with two suitcases. I thought he looked familiar, but a big hat on which was lettered in gold, JANI'I'OR, hid most of his face from view. Snow broke up my thoughts by asking if I did not recogf nize this old schoolmate of mine. Re- ceiving a negative reply, he told me that it was Art Donnell, whom some Weeks he had to pay as much as ive dollars to retain. Then all three of us began to talk, but not long, for a great big woman with sleeves bared to the elbows came into the room, and in trying to escape from her sight, Donnell knocked over the bookcase and stepped on the logl. Why dontt you do something, you lazy good-for-nothing P she said, turn- ing to the seemingly petriied Art. I was just going to, my dear, as you came ing I have been helping the new waiter and writing my book, How to Keep up in Bookkeepingf' By this time I recognized the big woman as an old friend of mine. It seems that she was Arthur's better seven-eighths, the nuptials having been celebrated soon after their graduation. Then we resumed our talking, Mrs. Donnell, Snow, and I tArt having been sent by his wife to put the cats outj. What has become of Perham? I suppose he is professor of French in some university by this time. No, the 'boob',', said Mrs. Donnell, he has -bought Mr. White's black stallion and Mr. Collamore's 'Adam', and with Currier's barge and this spirited span is carting the children to school. What is 'Red' Whitney doing?', I inquired. Oh, said Snow, since the death of Newton Newkirk he has been employed by the Boston Post. Well, he always had a great sense of hu- mor, said I. Where is Isabel Turner, who used to talk all the time on the barge ? I asked. 4'Why, haven't you heard of her? She is advocating womants rights. On- ly yesterday she lectured on the sub- ject, 'tShould married men have to do housework P and she certainly never gets out of breath. I What of Dunn and Armstrong? Oh, Mildred runs the 'Six Lady Barbers, Shop' on the corner and is contributing editor of Anybodyis' Mag- azine. Dorothy is matron of a little boys' school in East Pembroke and is also giving piano lessons. Hazel Hammond is employed by the 'Ladies' Aid Baked Bean Supper Association' as head waiter. Wanda Reed is private secretary for the 'West Mills Corpora- tioni. Alice Gerow is teacher of voice culture and singing in the public schools of Pembroke and helps in the hotel here on busy days. Russell Brown is janitor of all the crowning ediiices of the Center, since Frank Crafts has been retired on pension. 'Henk' Reed is raising hens on his big farm. Donald Armstrong is peddling fish and illustrating for the Ladies' Ilomely Companion. Charlie Johnson and 'Skipper' Hill 'have just built for Pembroke High a gymnasium, with their share from the World's Series. Agnes Christie is chief operator of the Plymouth County division of telephone offices. 'iThis makes the second time I have called you Walter. It is twenty min- utes of eight, and if you expect to be to school on time you had better get up. It had all been a dream. W. A. C., '17.

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14 THE WAMPUM THE SACRED MEAL Sanjakakoka QWhite Wolfj was a refugee. His father had banished him, though he had done no wrong. The Chief would not believe what he told, of how he had captured the stolen horse from the Sioux. Had it not been found in Sanjakakoka's coral? The Chief had decreed that he should be killed on sight after sunrise, which was only four hours off, but he did not care. Death would be sweet to him, he thought. The sun rose over the distant pur- ple hills. He saw three young men of the village spur their ponies toward the place where he rested in his sad- dle, and a great anger arose within his heart. They had been his playmates, and now they were trying to kill him. He dug his heels into the body of his calico pony and rode over the sand hills like the wind. The race of en- durance was now on. One of the pur- suing horsemen Was thrown over his' pony's head, reducing the enemy to two. Slowly the calico pony was be- coming exhausted. Its owner looked up and saw in the distance a pueblo village. A new hope came to him. If he could reach that, he was safe. His friends there would believe him and would not let his pursuers enter. While thinking thus, he came within a half mile of the village. His pony was now blinded by dust and nearly dead from running. Suddenly its foot fell into aprairie dogs hole, and it was out of the race with a broken .leg. Sanjakakoka jumped off, secured 'his weapons, and ran forward. At full speed he climbed the stairs of rock to the village and told his story. The Chief went down and told the two waiting young braves that they could not enter. While decreeing thus, he scattered a line of sacred Indian meal in front of them, barring their way. If anyone crossed this line except a sun priest, death was his fate. The young warriors in their eagerness stepped on the other side and would have gone up the stairs had not two great boulders fallen from the cliff above and crushed them. The Chief solemnly gathered up the sacred meal and spoke to his men, who took away the boulders. Then in a quiet voice he sa.id, It is a it pun- ishment for the hasty. Go on your way, Sanjakakoka, and may the Great Spirit be with you? A. F. C., '19. HIS FIRST BITE It was one of tho-se quiet June days when the leaves of the trees were fully grown and the birds were back from the South. Not a ripple broke the mirror-like surface of the pools. It was at one of these pools where the tallest rushes grew that a boy, a small, ragged, freckled, dirt-begrimed boy, was seen coming through the bushes. He was adorned with a willow pole and a tomato can of freshly dug worms. Then after pricking himself while baiting up, he cast. He settled down as comfortably as possible upon a great log that had fallen across the lower end of the pool. Wonder-eyed he gazed at his line for the Hrst nib- ble. It came, and with a gasp of ex- citement the lad gave a yank that would have raised a whale. He went with the yank, and was soon covered by the dark waters of the pool, from which he dragged himself some few seconds later, a wet, sad, and cleaner boy. His line, permanently lodged in a neighboring tree, was left behind, and the boy went home. D. E. A., '20,