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

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The Pioneer Page Nine Clarion, Everett, Mass. Clarion, Boston, Mass. Coe College, Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Colby Voice, New London, N. H. Debator, Wakefield, Mass. Dragon, Newport, R. I. Eltrurian, Haverhill, Mass. Houghton Star, Houghton, N. Y. Lebanon, Lebanon, Mass. Middlebury Campus, Middlebury, Ct. Mt. Hollis Outlook, Holliston, Mass. Narrator, Reading, Pa. News, East Orange, N. J. Oracle, Manchester, N. H. Picket, Shepherdstown, W. Va. Pinkerton Critic, Derry, N. H. Poor Richard, Hasbrouck Hts., N. J. Quill, Marion, Iowa. Record, Newburyport, Mass. Record, Worcester, Mass. Recorder, Winchester, Mass. Red and Black, Claremont, N. H. Shuttle, Boston, Mass. Tattler, Nashua, N. H. Tryout, Haverhill, Mass. University School News, Cleveland, Ohio. Wireless, Dedham, Mass. The Blue and Gold— Why not have more cuts? The Dragon —Your paper is fine. The Eutrurian —Thank you for your suggestion. The Houghton Star —We are glad to add you to our list of exchanges. Your last paper was a fine idea, having the faculty write one number. The Shuttle —We look forward to reading your paper. It is excellent. Shall be glad to have any suggestions to improve our paper. SOMEWHERE IN MEXICO. Somewhere in Mexico, trudging along the dusty country road many miles from any habitation, was a lit¬ tle brown man. He was clad in a cheap white cotton shirt and a pair of cheap white cotton trousers. These together with a peon hat constituted his entire wardrobe. Now and then, as he shuffled along, he stopped and examined with wrin¬ kled forehead a piece of somewhat crumpled yellow paper. It is cer¬ tain that he could not read, for he turned it one way and then another in his evident endeavor to find the top. But he did show that he knew its importance by the very persistence of his endeavors. Finally he threw away his cigarette and started along the road with a de¬ termined air. He was poor, you will say! Yes, as regards worldly goods, but he was rich in other things, for his heart was filled with the love of a little brown wife, who, he knew, was waiting for him with two little brown babies at the door of a tiny adobe hut, far ahead of him down the dusty road, and he was content. He removed his hat and wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. HILDA SYMONDS.

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Page Eight The Pioneer nior class is justified in feeling their contribution to the dramatics of the school equals its best traditions.” The senior girls voted to wear white smocks and skirts at Class Day. It has been said that all earthly things perish save art; the same may be said about literature. Its field is world wide, its influence elevating and its teachings as enduring as the ages. Subscribe for the Pioneer. | ATHLETICS jj il If Basketball. Although the Basketball team did not win the championship of the league this year, they are proud of the fact that their captain, Herbert MacLeod, holds the highest score in basket shooting in the league. The election of the captain and manager took place about two weeks after the last game of the season. They voted to re-elect Captain Herbert MacLeod and Manager Henry Moore to serve for the coming season. Spring Baseball. The spring baseball team got start, ed late, owing to the wet weather, it played the first game with Peabody on the home grounds and suffered a humiliating defeat. The score was 17-4. The second game was played with Stoneham at Stoneham and here also the Reading team was defeated by a score of 6-2. The third game was played at Arl¬ ington and, with the reliable “Jake Eisenhaure” on the mound, the team had great expectations, but errors by the high school handed Arlington the victory with a score of 5-1. The fourth game was played with Arlington at Reading and was lost by a score of 10-4. Sawyer’s home run clout was the feature of the game. Johnson High won from Reading 9-6 in a very loosely played game at Reading. The game was 6-5 in favor of Reading until the ninth. Inability on the part of the players to keep up has been a serious obsta¬ cle in the way of Mr. Howe to put the kind of team! Reading should have on the field. If the players do not keep up, and the same lineup cannot be kept in two successive games, great things cannot be expected of the team. We sincerely hope that the players will keep up in their studies and that the supporters of the team will be repaid by the turning of the tables by the middle of season. CHESLEY STEVENS. Academy Scholium, Philadelphia, Pa. Argus, Gardner, Mass. Blue and Gold, Malden, Mass. Blue and White, South Bethlehem, Pa. Carlisle Arrow, Carlisle, Pa. Choate News, Wallingford, Conn. Clarion, Arlington, Mass.

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Page Ten The Pioneer Without the hat he appeared only a boy. Probably not more than three years ago he had come out there from some more civilized part of the coun¬ try, and since that time had tilled the small lot of ground immediately sur¬ rounding his little home, smoked cig¬ arettes and had been perfectly happy. But now he was a little puzzled. He had been up to the settlement to get supplies and had heard rumors of war. “The Gringos are coming.” He knew that this paper which he held in his hand was a call to patriots. He could not read, but the little brown wife had been to school for two years up in the states and so he hurried along so that he might sooner hear its exact contents. As he drew near the hut his small boy and girl came running to meet him, with their hands outstretched and their faces upturned to him, They were content. And a few steps be¬ hind came the little brown wife,, not running as of old, for hard work had left its mark upon her. “No hay de que, Jaurez,” she said, and she slipped her hand into his. “Read this to me,” and he handed her the poster. She read the head¬ lines, then started back in dismay. She came forward and put her hands on his shoulders. “Oh! Juarez, promise me you won’t go.” “Read it to me, dear,” he said. She read it aloud and then he took her in his arms and, turned toward the sun, a slow, sad smile spread over his face. “I must,” he whispered. The next morning he kissed the chil¬ dren and the little wife and started out. He was a patriot; his country had called him and he was answering the summons. After several days’ tramping he came to the camp. He was rather roughly handled there, but they gave him a horse, a gun and a cartridge belt, and he was as pleased as a boy with a new toy. He proved his worth in several en¬ counters. He was brave but not reck¬ less. Finally he was promoted, and then with greater responsibility he made a new determination to be wor¬ thy. But a vague unrest was beginning to creep in. He wondered when he would see the little wife. One evening just at dusk they had a sharp encounter with the Gringos. He was wounded, he knew that it was serious, so during the retreat he managed to become separated from the rest and struck out for home. It was a long, long way. He had only enough rations for one day and only one canteen of water and yet he didn’t stop or hesitate. His only thought was of home; regardless of the terrible pain in his side, he rode hard all night long. Just at dawn something happened to him which seldom happens to a Mexican. His horse stepped into a gopher hole and broke his leg. The pain in his side had grown so great that the little brown man could hardly stand now. But he stumbled on somehow for the thought “Home” kept returning to him. He had only a few drops of water left when the sun became hot, and this he determined to keep as long as possi¬ ble. He had just one thought, “Home!