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

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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!

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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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The Pioneer Page Eleven Home! Home!” His very heart beats sounded like “Home! Home!” By noon he could not walk more than ten steps without stumbling. His tongue was dry and swollen, his skin hot and parched. He knew if he could keep going for another hour he would reach a small water hole. Could he do it? Yes! because h e was going Home, and again that same, steady refrain beat upon his brain, “Home! Home! Home!” He struggled along a few steps then fell; and each time it was longer be¬ fore he arose. Finally a drousiness began to creep over him. Once when he fell he lay for a long time, but at last his brain began again that per¬ sistently goading strain, “Home! Home! Home!” He wished that it would leave him alone. He wanted to go to sleep. He thought that the little brown wife was waiting for him if he could only cross the barrier. Why couldn’t he get across? It must be because—Oh, yes, “Home! Home! Home!” But the end must come soon¬ er or later. He couldn’t stand it much longer. Finally, only a little distance from the water hole, he fell with his hand on the little cross, hung on a string around his neck, with the words “Buenos Noches Muy Queriva,” on his lips.—“Somewhere in Mexico.” Far away on a lonely country road is a little adobe hut. The tiny plot which was a garden is now choked with weeds, the vegetables and fruits have all been eaten and there is no food in the house. After her work is done the little brown woman comes and sits in the doorway. It has been a long time since her soldier-husband went away. As she sits and dreams of him a sud¬ den thought comes to her that all is not well; with a sob in her throat she lifts her face to the “Buenos Dios” and blindly asks his help. And so while the little brown man sleeps near the waterhole, his little brown wife sits in the doorway of an adobe hut and thinks of him and lit¬ tle she dreams that their next meeting will not be “Somewhere in Mexico.” ERIC TURNER, 1916. GLEANINGS FROM THE AGRICUL- TURAL DEPARTMENT. The Agricultural department is pro¬ gressing rapidly under the supervision and direction of Mr. Powers. The department has twenty-seven pupils, all of whom are eagerly stor¬ ing away knowledge of modern and improved methods of farming. The department is divided into two classes, one meets in the class room the second, third and fourth periods, the other, the fifth, sixth and seventh periods. They are taking up poultry this year as the principal subject for consideration. The text-book in use is the “Principles and Practice of Poul¬ try Culture,” written by Mr. Robinson, one of the well known residents of this town. This book is one of quality as well as quantity, and is not the only book of that kind in the library of the department either. Two lectures illus¬ trated by lantern slides have been giv¬ en and others are to follow. The slides for these lectures come from the U. S. Department of Agriculture at Washing¬ ton. The first lecture which was on “Production of Poultry and Eggs on the Farm,” was exceedingly interest-