Spaulding High School - Red and White Yearbook (Rochester, NH)

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8 THE RED AND WHITE A Few Definitions Adams: The only wolf who couldn't use the gambit, Haven't I seen you somewhere before ? Adult: A person who stops grow- ing at the ends and starts to grow at the middle. Alimony: The high cost of leaving. Bubble bath: There's no place like foam. Love: One darn thing after an- other. Meteorologist: A man who can look into a girl's eyes and tell whether. Skunk: A pussy cat with a secret weapon. Spring: The time when a young man's fancy turns to the girl that he has been thinking about all winter. Here's a new variation of a very old one. There were two cannibals strolling down Fifth Avenue. Who was that lady I saw you with the other night? asked the first. That was no lady, the other as- sured him. That was my dinner. They tell about the inebriated cava- lier who boarded a taxi at 42nd Street and Broadway and, pointing to one of the revolving signs on the Times Building, said, Driver, jush follow that sign. In darkest Brooklyn a pupil re- ported to his nature teacher, Dis morning I hoid a boid choipingf' No, John, corrected his teacher. You heard a bird chirpingf' Funny! commented John. I coulda swore it was a boid choiping. A Scotsman leaned against a mid- town bar holding his stomach and moaning. Sick? asked a friend. Verra, verra sick, said the Scots- man. I'm afraid I've got yoors. What's 'yoors' ?,' asked the strang- er. The Scotsman brightened immedi- ately. Make it a scotch and soda, he said. A Dutch Treat Club quartette broke into an impromptu version of When Irish Eyes Are Smiling. A guest broke into tears. ' I didn't know that you were Irish, said his host. 'Tm not, said the guest. 'Tm a musician. A modest girl never pursues a man. Nor, so they say, does a mouse trap pursue the mouse. Do you know how to make anti- freeze? Sure. Just hide her red ilannelsf'

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THE' RED AND WHITE 7 then the door opened slowly. An el- derly man appeared in the doorway. He was ragged and tired looking. A shameful look was reflected on his troubled face. Butch spoke first, very quietly, We saw you trying to steal those chick- ens tonight, Mr. Matthews. Mr. Matthews bowed his head in shame as he ran his fingers through his loose white hair. He looked at the boys for a quick second, then he cov- ered his wrinkled face with his long hands. Then he paused, as if to search for words, and then he said in a whisper, I'm sorry, boys, I deserve any pun- ishment you see fit. But why did you do it?,' asked J ip who was a little more sympathetic. Why? When I moved here I couldn't find a job and folks seemed to be afraid of me. But of course that is no excuse for me stealing but I got hungry, and I had to do some- thing. The boys looked at each other for a long time, each seemed to read the other's thoughts but not a word was spoken. Finally, Butch broke the silence. We're not going to tell anyone if you promise never to do it again. The boys started to turn to leave when Mr. Matthews said, Boys, you have made me realize what a coward I have been. I will try again tomor- row for a job and keep on trying un- til I find one. I know I will. Thank you again, boys. I intend to pay for everything I er-bor- rowed. Goodnight. J ip went over to Mr. Matthews and shook his hand and said, Can Butch and I be your friends? We would like to come and see you once in a while. Mr. Matthews could not hide the tears as they streaked down his face. He shook both boy's hands and said determinedly It's a deal, fellows! Jip and Butch walked home slowly filled with many good thoughts. They had just made a new friend. A friend to someone that needed friendship. The boys walked back over the hill very proudly. For them it was the beginning of another day and they both knew that everything would go well for Mr. Matthews. Oh, isn't it wonderful to be young and be able to help people! Compensation Dressed in ragged and torn rags, with a long white beard, the old man trudged up the lonely path, hurrying to get back to his hut before night- fall. Now and then a chipmunk chit- tered angrily at being disturbed, or a bird would chirrup saucily. He was a hermit, living high in the hills, with no company save that of a faithful but feeble hound, and the animals and birds of the woods. He wasn't lonely, he led a contented life to be envied by any man. He had no worries about money, he had no worries about food, he ate only the vegetables and berries from his neat- ly cultivated garden. You might call him eccentric, but who are you to pass iudgment upon him, you who live in a filthy, noisy, bustling city? Yesterday his dog disappeared. No trace of him could be found, try though the old man might. Usually if the hound wandered away he would come back at twilight, howl and scratch at the door of the hut, but last night there was no howl, no scratching, no noises save that of the grasshoppers and crickets as the-y chirped in the dooryard. This morning he arose early, with the sun. As he went to the door, he could see grass and leaves all sparkling and glistening with dew. A lone mosquito whined sadly about the dooryard, while a far-off crow cawed harshly. fContinued on Page 225

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THE RED AND WHITE SPAULDING HIGH SCHOOL