Petersham High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Petersham, MA)

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OU WRITING AN ESSAY Harriet Johnson, '40 At the end of one English class your dear teacher said, nNow the literary committee would like some literatureg so to- morrow you will all write an essay.N That night, after the dishes were done the first thing you did was get a pile of paper,sharpen a pencil,and fill your pen. at down and pondered over all the possible subjects a few more which would be very interesting, but not or Nfhe Hilltoi.N Then you s and quite suitable f Then thought, since you had a good start,it would be all right, you to turn on the radio. After writing the title, while waiting for an inspiration you started beating with your pen in time to Artie Shaw. Your pen spattered ink all over your papen so you had to start again. This time you got along quite well considering that the telephone rang twice and Bob Burns was playing his bazooka. You struggled along as fast as possible because the head of the house said it was getting late and you wouldn't want to get up tomorrow morning. nYes, after I hear the news.n Then you started scribbling furiously and honed the teacher would feel in a deciphering mood the next morning. Then just as the announcer started counting the number of Russians the Finns had extinguished, you folded your paper and sighed as you signed your name on the outside. Remember? WANDERINGS Robert Newbury, '40 What a feeling of relief it is to forget all the worries of the day at home or school and go into the woods for a walk. The old familiar trails and cross cuts of the woods seem re- freshing and new compared to the bustle-bustle, hurry-scurry of everyday life today. The silence and serenity of the woods scenes seem to make one forget his cares. Many times I have gone for a walk after dinner and not returned until nearly dark. What have I been doing all that time? To my mind the piness away from the world. The animals bramble patch, perha' N f The answer is Hwandering, just wandering? happy woodfolk are an example of pure hap- noise and troubles of a modern aggressive are kings of all they survey, perhaps a s a hollow tree. Are they happy? I think