Petersham High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Petersham, MA)

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Seven thirty found me, along with various other members of the dejected Freshman Class, awaiting the hour of doom. Each frightened individual who would be punished was presented with a pair of false teeth constructed of wax. We were given strict orders to wear them into the gym where the art of torture was to be performed. We humble Freshmen filed into the gym, with wax-white teeth projecting from quivering lips. This was the beginning of the end! - s After parading around the room, we, full of expectation, seated ourselves in front of an audience. Glenn Lawson, who is the comic of the dominant Senior Class, acted as Master of Ceremonies. Being presented with Rice Crispies, we were ordered to cram them into our mouths and try to whistle. As a result, Rice Crispies flew about. Among other carefully planned acts of those scheming Sophomores was one providing Richard Warrington with two pails, one full of water andizhe other empty. He sat through the entire program dipping water from one pail into the other by means of a thimble. Sort of slow work--what say? - There was another act which required several persons. This one was called walking on eggs. Two persons also gave a little act as Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy. Some of the pupils were called upon to give speeches on different topics. Sally Cooley talked on uhhat Mama Said When I Got Home So Late,n Janet Barnes on nWhy English Is My Favorite 3ubject.W When all these plans, along with other treachery, had been executed, all the Freshmen rejoiced for they were now free. There were refreshments and dancing following the program. It lasted until ten thirty. The Freshmen went home with the satisfaction that the long-dreaded day of initiation could be put in the past, with only memories left. Annie Boyd '48 Masquerade Negroes, Indians, and even farmers, A couple of twin dressed city eharmers, A Scottish lad, a nightgowned girl, All and more were in the whirl. A mother cat and her kittens too, By the way, was that you? A beautiful lady and dressed up man, Guess who they were, if you can. All and more were in the parade, Of this year's Petersham Masquerade. Laura Knowles '46

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It all Pursuing Piggie started one Saturday evening not long ago, when my Father came back from the barn with the announcement that the newly-bought piggie had Hflew the coopn,or as'it was'in this ease, the pigpen. When we found this out, we immediately jumped in my friend's old jaloppy and off we went to inquire after our wandering porker. At the first neighbor's house, we found that the elusive pig had been seen heading into the woods which lie south of our houses . With this clue, we headed off down a side road to another neighbor's house which lay in the general direction taken by the pig. Arriving here, we found that ence more our Unext winter's hamsn had escaped us and we took up the chase to the last house on the road. Here, running gaily about in the garden, we discovered piggic. Now, you over, but let probably think our troubles should have been me tell you this: It is one thing to see a pig and quite another to catch him. Upon seeing the object of our search, we all jumped out of the jaloppy and started to surround the little pig, but this proved to be a much harder job than it sounds. There were five of us after him, and what a merry chase he led us. Off he would go up the field, and we after him. You know, confidentially, I've been thinking that my Dad was getting rather old and slow, but to see him chasing that pig like a boy of twenty has made me wonder if he's still not plenty lively yet. u,x Rallying his forces like a general, Dad decided to run the pig into the garage, and suprisingly enough, we seemed to be succeeding, when suddenly, the pig did an uabout facen and came out between Richard's legs so fast that the poor boy spun around like n top and sat down abruptly un the ground. The pig made a charge at me, and although I jumped around wildly, he scampcred by mc, and off we went again in pursuit. We might have been chasing him yet if it hadn't been for a fence which the poor piggio tried to run through with the con- sequences of nearly breaking his head. Rather dazed, the pig ran around the another mar the pig's wi held as we When I hed, and here, before he could start us off on then, my friend made the nGoupe de gracen and amid ld squealing, he was dumped into a bag and firmly started home. recovered my breath and stopped laughing, I decided then and there to write a story about the escapades of our pig, and if anyone wants any advice on pig chasing, just consult us. Wc're experts! Ruth Newbury '45