Petersham High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Petersham, MA)

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the answer is WYes.N I believe that an afternoon spent in the woods can serve as the greatest way tc forget and yet secure the answer to a great many problems. Many are the shady nooks in the woods where one could remain to study the life of the woods. Souir- rels run this way and that, clattering and chattering among themselves. Small birds fly back and forth from bush to bush, looking you over and sizing you up. A rabbit pokes his head over a pile of brush and jumps away startled, only to return a moment later to take another look at the figure under the pine. The quietness of it all seems to soothe all the little things of life that bother us. When I return home a great feeling of refreshment is with me and alike a feeling of hunger, which leads me to the pantry post haste. The next time things seem to be going wrong join me some- where in my wanderings. HOW I FEEL WHEN MY REPORT IS WORS3 THAN EXPECTED Arthur Reid, '41 At thc end of the ranking period there is a great deal of excitement,both at home and in school when Mr. Arnold gives out the rank cards. Now, when my card is better than expected, I gladly throw it on the table for inspection. Dut, if this is not the case, I hold off until I have made a successful plan of attack. Also, I create a great deal of suspense by telling my mother I have an A on my report card. This trick will remain good as long as Arthur is spelled with an A. Upon looking at my last report card, my mother decided I must be a C.G.C. boy, but after a more careful examination she concluded I was an agent for F and F cough drops. Wow, when she asks why there are no A's a good excuse must be rendered at once. For instance, the Supreme Court declared the three A's unconstitutional, and if you can't have three why bother with one? Such excuses as those will bring amazing results. THE PEN Arthur Coolidge, '40 Pens are the transporters of men's thoughts to paper as well as the fate of many a man. There are large pens as well as small pens, and fountain as well as cuillsg but they all have the same power either in the hand of the rich or in the hand of the poor. The pen is used for practically all illegal as well

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as level matters. It was used for the signing of our Constitu- tion and Declrrntion of Independence. It has been used to begin were 's wfll as end then, to make trade treaties and to hieax then, and to convict es well as to nardon the hreikcrs of the laws. Tn: pen has been mdn's Chest friendn as well as his most nhittar rival.u H05 I FEEL WHEW I AV TRYING TO WRITE A CCNTOSITION AND CAN THINK CF NOTHING TC SAT Richard Moriarty, 'il I Well, this is certainly an easy suhject tc write shout, for ull I need to do is describe mv feelings at the present moment--ar perhaps that isn't logic, since if this is an easy subject, I should be able to think of something to sa'. iowever let's not worry our heads about the above circumlocution, but get on to the real story. When I am trying--oh you know how it goes--I do many strange and wonderful thines. First I dip my pen. Then I start to think of something to write. By the time I think of a few words, mv pen is dry and I redip it. At this romwnt I hear a few tords said on the radio, and my mind is taken away from my work. When I finally awaken to the fact that there is a blank sheet of paper before me, I have forgotten what I intended to write. At last I think of something, dip my pon, and--oh, what was the score of the last basketball game? 'Round and 'round it goes and then f.' I'll write mv comfodition, nohody knows. However, despite all these interruptions, in a v-ry dazed condition, I come to the end of an equally dazed composition, and pass it in the newt day to mv Enqlish teacher, who, when she trite to read my writinp, will alsu be dazed. S l'f.I.1kli INC I Claire Coolidge, '42 One dev I clinhei upon a chair, To reach the cookie jar, The chiir slipped out from under me, And 'roused my slecpinq ma. She heerd thc crash and came to see Whatever was the matter. She saw the cookie jar and me And you should have heard her chatter. But chattering wasn't all she did, She laid me on her lap, She spanked me till I was Ulack and blue and toy, I felt each sled!