Petersham High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Petersham, MA)

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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

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Asking For A Date Hello, Mary-uh-this is Bill. Are you going to be busy Saturday night. Well-uh-I was just wondering if--oh, you're 5oing to Middletown to see a show with your folks. Well-uh- gosh, I mean,-do you hafta? Is it really very important? Oh, I see, you'll ask your mom. Yeh, I'll wait. - Ho hum! She sure is taking long enough to find out that little bit of information. Oh, Well, maybe she's not worth the bother. Uh,oh is that you again, Mary? tell, how did you make out? It's okay, but what-oh your cousin is coming for the week-end. That's nothing, why I'll fix that easy. I'll just call Tom and ask him to take your cousin buzzin. Her name's Claire Lane. Okay, fine. We'll call for you both at seven-thirty, Saturday ni5ht. Oh, by the way, I guess I for5ot to tell you, the movie I'm taking you to is Hwinged Victoryu. What--you've seen it? Oh, my achin' backli There's no other theater in town, and it's over ten miles to Middletown. And besides to ton tiat there's J .. .9 no bus back here after eight at night. Well, I guess that fixes that. what do you want to knew--if we're going or not? Well, you've seen it, so you better be to Middletown with your folks in your car, as previously glanned. So long. what a bother girls are! Holy cow! Florence Gale '47 Class Of u4Sn We are the class of HZSH Just wait until we graduate. First comes Leo, who's off the beam, Next is Annie, what a scrcemg Then there is Lois who isn't shy, And also Warrington what a guy, There is Carlyn,UprofH of the class, Our friend Sally is a shy little lass. Also Janet who's keen on her looks, Don't forget Ernest, who loves to read booksg Next is Dou5las,a Janitor some day, Then comes Recos a poet so they say.. Oh, there is Herne, we can't leave her out. Lastly, Llthea who follows her about. This, folks, is the class of QB The school will be lost when we graduate. Arlene Dorow '48 X