Petersham High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Petersham, MA)

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12 LET US CDLJT I knew I was to be non stagen in about ten minutes, so I out the final touches to my clothes and hair and prepared ' to'leave the dressing room. Hy friend Lorraine, a pretty young singing cowgirl, was also there, preparing her not which was to follow my song. I stepped to the door and was about to put my hand on the knob, when I heard FH ominous click followed by hurriedly departing footsteps. ' I quickly grabbed the knob and pulled, but as I had feared, it didn't open, I twisted the knob back and forth, pulled and pushed, but all in vain. It was locked! Lorraine rushed over to see what was the matter, but could not open it either. We smiled nervously at each other and said rather unconvincingly that someone would be sure to be along to let us out soon, but no one came. ' I looked. at the clock and began to pound the dooq but Lorraine exelaimed,'IHy don't do that. The crowd'll hear vouln hCertainly, I hope son, I replied, nI'a not stay- ing here all night.n Just then, another girl came to the door, but we could not let her in. Ie infonned hor the door Jas locked, and she promptly found the policeman, the janitor, a couple of cowboys and another nan, but even they couldn't open it. Apparently, the culprit who locked us in had the only key. They racked their brains on one side of the door while we two girls fusscd and fumed impatiently on the other. Presently, they went away and we thought we had been deserted, but soon we heard them tapping on the window. By dint of moving half the furniture and junk in the roon, ue were able to Let near enoufh to raise the window. Then we were calmly informed to stick our feet out the window so they could pull us out. I took one apprehensive look at the window and be- gan to wonder how much I would Though we didn't like the iiea have to shrink to make it. , me knew it was the only way out, so out the tiny window we went in a very undigni- fied MQDHSP. Lorraine, being small, slid out quite easily. Then I came, but how I did it is still a mystery to me. 'HG WG 0 ver catch that door-locker, recovered our dignity and sang our songs, but if he'll never recover! Ruth Newbury '45

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ll THE F31 OWU -LGQDXI N-G PONY The horses at the Spencer Fair were divided into two classes: full-grown horses and ponies. One boy rode a pony that was so small and frowzy-look ing that it wasn't entered in the shows, and when it stood at the starting line for the pony rece, it did not look as though it belonged there either. They all got off to a aood start, that is, all except J. 'V C 1 the lietif frowzy pony, which was tne smallest of them all, for he was left way behind. He gained steadily, however, and on the home stretch he suddenly burst into terrific speed, passed the others, and crossed the finishing linein win the race ty a large margin. The crowd was surprised and amused by the unexpected victory, and they cheered enthusiastically. The Qun went off which started thc horse race, and to everyonc's surprise the frowsy pony was running also. From the very beyinning he kept up the terrific speed which he had shown during the latter part of the pony race and managed to keep in second and third place until, aeain on the home stretch, he put on still more speed and won tho race by helf a head. The crowd went wild this time, but there was a dis- pute among the jud5es as to whether or not the pony was entitled to the prize, because it was not e pony race. The crowd voiced their opinion in fsvor of the pony, and it was finally decided that the pony had more than earned its prize. Alice Harper '45 COMPLIMENTS OF NSS, WITHING TON PETERSHAM, MASSACHUSETTS

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13 ANINTERESTING INCIDENT WHICH HAPPENED THIS SUMMER One day this summer, while at work on a near by farm, I hit upon a plan for some excitement. The next morning I got up early and was out of the house withouti awakenhg anyone. I made my way to Boston by means of my thumb. It was about eleven o'clock when I arrived, so I went into the HPeter Pann and ate my lunch. It was there I met a young fellow about my own age, and immediately I felt as if I had known him all my life. Nhow would you like to take a ride in my sloop,Jm02W Don asked. I told him I would like to, so we went to the wharf where his boat was tied. We cast off the painter , and soon we were making good time up the coast line.About two hours later I noticed a long black boat, which had once been a tramp steamer,wrecked about a mile offshore . It was s3t'ina so low in the water we could hardly tell what it was at first. Upon crawling nearer, we noticed the name of the ship to be WBlack Catn. Wwhy don't we go aboard?H I asked. NWell, if you really want to, we can take a look a- round,W Don answered. We spent the whole afternoon exploring the ship be- cause it was very interesting to be in a wrecked tramp freighter. The time passed so quickly that we didn't re- alize that it was dark wlen we finally came on deck again. We were just coming out from behind the forward oabin.when I heard a low whistle. UDuck!W Don whispered as we ducked behind the cabin. The whistle grew steadily to a shrill scream. Then, as I peeked around the corner, I saw something white float up through the floor of the deck. It went about four feetir to the air and was suspended there for a brief moment,tnm1 it started danckg'back and forth towards us, accompanied by the whistle, which grew as the thing came closer and closer. Steadily and slowly it advanced, moving closer each moment. Finally, it came to within ten feet of us, then with a loud shriek it sank through the floor again. For about five minutes neither of us dared to move for fear it would happen again. Finally, we took a chamw and crept around to the other side of the deck and .slip- ped away into the night. Gerald Murcell fl-I3