Petersham High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Petersham, MA)

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THE DEATH OF 5 mg pog- He was about three weeks old when we first saw him,a.bundle of white fur. He was a Samoyed. Mother picked htm out of a litter of six. We couldn't have him until he before. She He grew and the most was eight weeks old, but mother chose his name long called him Muskwa, which is Indian for Little Bear. fact and learned many tricks. He was very smart faithful dog I had ever seen. If anyone left the house anytime of the day or night, he was close behind. No one could come near the house without our knowing it. He love for us in his gentle ways toward us all, and in responded to showed his the way he our pats and kind words for ten years. I thought of all these things now as I looked down atthc emaciated form of our pet. He had been ill for two weeks now, and for about a week mother had fed him by pouring broth into his mouth. We did not notice at first that anything was wrong. His hindlegs began to twitch, and we supposed it was because he was getting old. When he began to have fits, we called in the vet- erinarian, He said it was distemper, and a dog as old as Muskla didn't have much chance. We watched over him and tended him, but after the first'leek we could see that he was failing. Finally he could no longarget to his feet and we had to move him around. The last day we cared for him as usual, but he began to breathe in a strange way. When my mother went to feed him at noon, he had just died. There were no dry eyes in our home that afternoon, and even now after two years we still miss him. We had another dog,but no dog can take the place of our faithful Muskwa. Constance Burdett '46 MOONLIGHT QE WATER The As evening colors The Gave forth on the fringed with yellow light changed to night. rising, big and mellow lake a sheen of Yellow. landscape was moon that was I glanced at the lake which looked so clear, This moment contains a memory dear I could have remained beneath that spell But it was broken by a chiming bell. Ann Withington '46

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LEARNING yn. DIVE Have you ever awakened at 5 a.m. with the thrilling thought of dashing into the cold, clear water, as the sun is just coming over the tip of the highest pines? The lake shore, rough with jagged stones, looks inviting as I merely peer down the woody path. There goes reveille. Time to get up! I see Ann peekirxg over the top cover. She must be having a time trying to get up, too. Oh! Oh! There's Dorisfs foot. I wonder where the rest of her is. I know they are laughing to themselves as they pre- tend to be unable to awaken. Surely they must by now be recall- ing last nightfs dare. How easy and simple it had looked then!! It was with more courage than judgment that I had accepted their challenge and said, Hall right, I'll try anything once.u I decide that it's now or never, so I slowly dress and go down to the shore of the lake, like a prisoner going to his doom. Well, at last I reach the top step--the last step between me and that fatal plunge. All of a sudden Ilm scared. Why? Well, who wants to visit Davy Jones, especially one as young as I? Therels the instructor. She'll push me, I know. I'd better jump. Splash!! A feeling of desperation comes over me now. I struggle blindly in my attempt to once more reach the surface. It must happen very soon now, or I fear I never will touch that surface again. Oh, that water tastes awful! Why didn't someone tell me what it would be like? - Wading slowly to Ann and Doris, who have now appeared onthe shore,I hear wild comments but I continue resolutely up the path. Won't that bed feel good? I don't care if I never see w a t er again. 'f Shirley Preble '46 A LITTLE BROWN FORD Our friend Cooley has a little' brown ford When in it you ride you're never bored There's always something wrong with it You honestly think you'll have a fit Itfs either the lights, the gas, or the oil You get so mad youid think he'd boil. But dear little Cooley takes it all with a grin A date with Judy of course he'll win Ma ,lwlhl When he stops his car, he has a fear fiii'Qf! Ti? 225525 Do you really think it'll stay in gear? kwj 7 So with these facts we'll leave him alone 'Lxa yirx .JQQQ1 And hope and pray that he makes it home! ' I Shirley Preble '46

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THE FURLOUGH The long-looked-for letter at last arrives..., I We open and read it with eager eyes. LQQN Oh boy, his basic training is through, Xfff And he's coming home in a day or two. rqfx xiii' n. nf: Quickl we spread the word around XQZ! ji- P QA. 3 And call the relatives out-of-town. glad: Yes, he'll be home on tomorrow's train. fffx If that's not fast enough, he'll take a plane. !Q X GiILf ' So we rush around and ndo things up brownn W Uxfjgga For the arrival of the finest soldier in town.'fEEEfx U'XX We spruce up his room and bake him a cake, jjEj7 I X As we plan all his favorite dishes to make. JS 1 X . I I R' 41 v' But on the day he's to arrive, instead comes a card, H uMy leave has been cancelled, but don't take it hard.n So we regretfully lay our fine plans away With the hope that hefll come some other day. But to our great surprise on the very next day, In walks our soldier with smile so gay We ask: nHow could you?n And his reply to our call, Was: NThe Army just changed its mind. That's all.N Ruth Newbury '45 EEE JUNIORS -fm X f Our high school class of '45 Ly6y,, , Is full of fun and lots of Jive. 1-Wjajax ,-f'.2 Therefs Glenn who giggles all the time 2 ,,-4if! ,,f'!e And when rebuked sure hands a line. Effie . ff' HAY' And Jim, the sheik of all the class ,QL,,f L' Does try his wiles, but all alas. 6' 2 That Scotsman Eion won't agree X Is surely very plain to see. The lovers, John and Florence May, Need no advice from us we'll eay Then there is one whose name is Dwight, f'MxNVffml. Who drives his lizzie late at night. j aw- ' When Leo, Romeo of all gffipiv f Just rolls his eyes, the girls all fall. ggifdygf f There's Buzz, who always knows the answers yllri N',f And rates so high with all the dancers. xx ,f'5 ,n,,. Ruth Newbury, whose grades are high, As Grandma Hatter, learned to fly. You'll have to guess about the rest, But we believe our class is best. Doris Nelson '45