Petersham High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Petersham, MA)

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Harriet and Mildred are two of our nine, And, as girls go, they're mighty fine. They giggle and laugh and try to act dumb, But we're lucky they're not as bad as some. Buell and Welch both play their fiddles, And think that girls are just like riddles, For when on their fiddles they play UThe Bee,N The girls all head toward the open sea. There's Bryant whose camera is always near To snap a picture of any dear, Or catch a teacher with a push of the thumb To see and remember when future days come. TO SEE THE GREAT WHITE FATHER Richard Moriarty, '41 Before a conical tent of hides on an Indian reservation, Idaho, stood two men looking toward the South. They were both tall and lean,but one wore a many-colored blanket and the other a wrinkled gray suit. A close view would have revealed that they were both Indians. The gray-suited one spoke, NWhy do you wish to see me, fathern? nLook, my son. To the South. The white men are coming. They are taking up lands in our reservation. In the night they steal our cattle. When we tell them to give them back, they laugh. The men at the agency, they laugh, too.W Wwhat must I do, fathern? NYou must go to the Great White Father, in the East, and tell him to make his people go back to their land to the South? WI shall go, as you say, father.u The young man turned without further ado, mounted a little black pony, and disappeared in the gathering darkness. Now this was no ordinary Indian, for in his coat pocket was his most prized possession,a bar examination and a congratulatory letter from the president of the New York Bar Association. So he had, of course, a good knowledge of what to do on this trip, and of the difficulties ahead. About two weaks later the same lean man walked upthe steps of a large gnvcrnment office building in Washington. Passersby remarked at his dark complection and at the ease with which he took three stops in each stride. He passed through the tile- floored hall and stopped before a large suite of offices marked HHouse Committee on Indian Affairs.n A particular door marked

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...... .-..-...,........-......,............................-,..... ....-.............1...-..-,-,..l.-- ..-..-.-..i......- -...,--........ T . ....... ...L 1 V Q 1 , ............. - ... .. -f- ..-...,,....-.......... -.............. ........ . -.....--..-.-..,... .. .. . P HMr. Jameson, Representative from Ohion caught his eye. HAh, yes, Jameson, he's the chairman. I believe I'll have a nice long chat with him.n After some bickering with the secretary, he gained admit- ance to Ir. Jamesonfs private office. About noon Mr. Jameson. and the Indian left the office. Mr. Janeson was speaking and gesticulating vehemently with occasional interruptions from the Indian's even, but not monotonous, voice. HYou must help my people. They must have land and food.H HI tell you I can do nothing for you! I am very busy. Go awayin HCome to dinner with me, and we can talk some more.H HOh---, very well.H They walked through the streets to a lunchroom. While they were passing through a dark, uninhabited alley connecting two streets, two large,shabbily dressed men appeared from no where. HO kay, mister, stick 'em up. You take care of him, Jake,while I handle Rain-in-the-face, here.W But NRain-in-the-facen didn't handle so well. He took each of the rough-looking individuals by the collar and threw him out onto the street, then drew his companion to the sunlight in the other street. They walked on down the street in silence until they reached the lunchroom. Then the representative from Ohio turned and said to the lean one, HI want you to come back to my office after dinner. I think we can find a solution to your problem.n USome Shootin'U Robert Welch, '40 One summer day while I was driving my little sport coupe through Cold Cat County, Kentucky, I saw a lanky mountain youth going in my direction. As I was making a long trip, I thought this young hill billy might give me company and information about the roads and country with which I was not familiar. He said he Ushore would appreciate a liftn and he fell,I would say rather than climbed in beside me. To start the conversation I asked him how the hunting was around there. We got to talking about guns and so I showed him a new Marlin repeater of high calibre which I had purchased a short while before. He looked at it for a few minutes and then said, HI bet ma grandmaw could do some fancy shootinl with an iron like that. The one shefs got ain't so good no more' it's one Dahl Boone gave her grand- ! LD paw.H