Reading Memorial High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Reading, MA)

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The Pioneer Page Thirteen HOW SHE SIZED IT UP “Miss Marie Evelina Van Cleve, of this city, is visiting her cousin, Miss Janet Crosby, at the latter’s home in Colebrook, N. H.” So read the “Que¬ bec Daily Item,” and Miss Van Cleve was indeed at her cousin ' s home. It was the evening after the “great game,” and she sat in her room writ¬ ing a letter to her mother. “Dear Mother,” the letter ran, “I have told you of all the happenings up to the events of this afternoon. I saw what was called a “bawl” game. You know I never saw one before and I never want to see another. Janet was quite excited over it. The score was 15 to 3, whatever that means, but Janet said it was “great.” She uses such slang expressions that I am quite disgusted with her. Well, first we went to a big field where a lot of hoards were ranged about the three sides. The boards were crowd¬ ed with people but Janet and I man¬ aged to find seats. We sat there some time watching a lot of boys, dressed in clown rigs, hitting at balls with sticks. I think the balls must have been rubber because when they hit the sticks they bounded off. Janet said the boys were practising, though it isn’t the way I practise. Just then they all began to run off to different places. One boy stood in a little hole¬ holding one of the sticks in his hand. Another fellow about sixty feet away threw a ball at him but the boy with the stick held the stick in front of him and the ball did not hit him. As the ball went past the stick a boy standing behind the “batter”—that is what Janet called him—who had a skimmer tied over his face, caught the ball in a kind of bag which was tied on his hand. Then after a little while, another boy took the stick, and so on. Whenever the ball hit the stick everyone jumped up and down... screeching and clapping their hands. Then the fellow would drop the stick, duck his head, and run at another fel¬ low. If he got past him, he would run at another. If the first fellow he ran at could get hold of the ball he would throw it after him, but none of the boys got hit. After watching for some time I got so tired of it that I came back to the house and left Janet at the game. She came home later and told her folks that it was a fine game, but I don’t think so. 1 think it is a very rough game. I am coming home tomorrow because I don’t like this place very well. 1 don’t like “bawl” games. I would rather play croquet. Your loving daughter, Marie Evelina. DOROTHY TURNER, ’13. Carpenter—“Didn’t I tell you to no¬ tice when the glue boiled over?” Assistant—“I did. It was quarter past ten.” —EV. RECEIPE FOR FLUNKS Take a string of bluffs, stir in one pound of thin excuses, add a few class parties, sift in a little time for athle¬ tic enthusiasm, flavor well with moon¬ light bottled during evening strolls, boil well, stir before using, and serve hot at the end of each term. —Ex.

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The Pioneer Page Twelve “Tears and cold looks for me,” he muttered bitterly, “and smiles and love for another. However, when you are my Lady West, things must be different.” Bertha did not wear the necklace to the ball, but a simple string of pearls, and she explained to me that she had rather have a noose around her neck than those diamonds. Upon reaching the ball I saw the reason for Bertha’s coming. Godfrey •was there. For a few minutes in the evening I saw them together. God¬ frey was whispering something in her ear and talking very earnestly, when through the crowd came Sir Robert West to claim the next dance. He glared at Godfrey, who returned the look with head erect and eyes flash¬ ing. After the dance he noticed that Bertha had not his necklace on, and so he demanded why. “I preferred to wear pearls,” she answered. “Oh, I thought perhaps you had given them to that Godfrey for a re¬ membrance.” “Your diamonds are safe,” Bertha replied, “but I choose what ornaments I like. I am my own mistress yet.” “By my faith, you won’t be long ' he answered, in a passion. The ball was soon over and we got into our carriage for home. It was a long ride to the Towers and long be¬ fore we reached it I fell asleep. When I awoke we were still riding, but were going very fast, and the carriage was swinging from side to side. “Where are we, Bertha?” I demand¬ ed. Then the poor girl broke into tears, and told me that Godfrey was driving. In an instant I understood and demanded that they stop, turn, and go home. “Aunt Hannah, did you ever love anyone?” asked Bertha. “Yes,” I replied. “Then you know why it is impossi¬ ble for me to marry Sir Robert West.” In five hours more we were over the border, and in less than an hour Godfrey and Bertha were married. “She is my daughter no longer,” said Sir Howard Wood. But in less than a year, as we sat around the fire in the Towers, feeling lonesome, we heard the sound of wheels outside, and in came Bertha and Godfrey. Go¬ ing up to her father, Bertha knelt down and asked if he had forgiven her and Godfrey. Gathering her into his arms, Howard answered “Yes.” He then turned and shook hands with Godfrey. MARY A. TURNER, ’12. French IV. 1 ranslating “La Tulipe Noire” “Cornelius baisa passionement le bout des doigts.” M. E. M.-ntg-m-ry, “Cornelius low¬ ered passionately the tips of the fin¬ gers.” —“presque aussitot qu ’il a soupe.” E. F-tts, “almost as soon as he had slippered.” —“un corps etendue pres d’ un banc de bois.” M. E. M., “a body extended near the wood-pile.” “mon unique heritiere.” F. N-ch-ls, “my unique heir.” “ils avaient bu.” R. B. M-nsf-ld, ‘they had dranken.”

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The Pioneer Page Fourteen A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY “There is no use talking, John must have a birthday party,” said Mr. Francis to himself, “and my wife must not know about it, either. But the vital question is, where shall 1 get the money?” This worried him; coal was high, and food and clothes were, also. His mind gradually thought of everything in the house until it landed on his every-day suit. It had always been too small for him. That was enough. Monday morning found him coming triumphantly home from the tailor ' s with two doll ars and seventy cents in his pocket. He stopped at one or two places and bought a few trifles which he predicted would please Johnny. On Tuesday morning, Mrs. Francis, while shopping, saw, to her surprise, her husband walking with Mrs. Fuller. They entered a store together. The Fullers and the Francises had always disliked each other, so you may imagine the shock it gave Mrs. Ffrancis. It certainly was her hus¬ band, because he wore the only suit like that in the town. She crossed the street and waited outside the door, prepared for the worst. Her heart was beating rapidly as she heard steps nearing the door. She stepped behind some boxes, and as the door opened, she rushed out, knocking the boxes over, and exclaiming “Frank, what does this mean?” when she saw to her great surprise that it was no other than Mr. Fuller, who accom¬ panied his wife. Mr. Fulle.’ quickly saw the mistake, and began laughing, while Mrs. Full¬ er explained it to Mrs. Francis. They walked home together, all three, and from that day to this, have always been the best of friends,—and Johnny had his party. RANDALL CUMMINGS, T5. TWINS “I want Billie and Evelyn to meet,” said little Mrs. Richards, one Febrm ary evening as she and her husband sat chatting before the fire. “You mean you want Evelyn Ray¬ mond to change her last name to Livingston,” said John Richards. “Well, they would have to meet be¬ fore she changed it, surely. I wish I could remember who Jack is engaged to. He sent me his announcement but I can not remember the girl’s name ” “At what time do Evelyn and Elinor arrive?” “At nine, it -is now eight, I will tell James to meet them with the limousine.” Billie Livingston was at the station to meet a college friend. But seeing Evelyn Raymond standing alone as if waiting for someone, he recognized in her Elinor Raymond, a girl with whom he had fallen deeply in love a year before and of whom he had lost all trace since. With this in mind he walked up to her. Evelyn Ray¬ mond thought him a chauffeur and spoke to him. “Will you please drive me to the Pines?” “Yes, Miss,” answered the surprised Billie. “This is a good joke,” he