Warren High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Warren, MA)

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Top CLASS 1926 Row, left to right-Camille Bellerose, Frank Tuttle, George Kay, Harris Mara, Francis Wolff, Eugene Roth. Second Row, left to right- Mr. Mack, Blanche Piette, Sylvia Dick, Mildred Bridges, Vera Laplante, Elizabeth Wilde, Olive Sterling, Barrington Converse. Bottom Row, left to right-Miss Kimball, Edith Tuttle, Helen Van Wagner, Amelia Pusky, Marion Fenner, Gertrude Finnerty, Marion Remmert. Top CLASS 1927 Row, left to right-Pauline McCarthy, Evelyn Parker, Marion Hodgson, Olive St. Denis, Charlotte Brooks. Second Row, left to right-Newell Tirrell, Ruth Tucker, Dorothy McCrillis, Gladys Pease, Evelyn Lafreniere, Dorothy Ross, Helen Mara, Herman Piette. Third Row, left to right- Doris McIntyre, Hazel Braley, Margaret Moran, Hazel Lombard, Olivc Weir, Miss French, Beatrice Walker. Bottom Row, left to right-James McWhirter, William Riley, Bart Sullivan, Paul Glass, Stanley Rainka.

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THE HILLTOP REMINGTON-25 WORDS UNDERWOOD Amelia Puskey Stanley Rainka Olive Weir Hazel Lombard Charlotte Brooks Dorothy Ross Evelyn Lafreniere Olive Stirling Beatrice Walker George Kay Olive St. Denis Olive Stirling Olive Weir ROYAL-40 WORDS UNDERWOOD Olive St. DSHTS Amelia Puskey R0YAL130 AWORDS BIRIICBG Piette Olive Weir Charlotte Brooks H3291 Lombard Hazel Lombard George Kay Charlotte Brooks -40 WORDS Marion Fenner Gertrude Finnerty Helen Mara -30 Worms Beatrice Walker Stanley Rainka George Kay Dorothy Boss EDITORIAL BOARD Top Row, left to right-James McWhirter, Dorothy McCri1lis, Doris McIntyre, Olive St. Denis, Pauline McCarthy, Evelyn Parker, Marion Hodgson, Mr. Blossom. Bottom Row, left to right-Stanley Rainka, Ruth Tucker, Olive VVeir, Hazel Lombard, Bart Sullivan.

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1 - - s LITERARY . ti y Ns, , i v4k WMlP17 fl , M! qtru N THE LETTER new graduate from high school. Her Grandma's bed-room was darkened. By the couch Dr. Smith worked impatiently over his sick and dying patient. From time to time a shrill voice came from the coach, I am dying, I am dying. She seemed to know, to realize, that her end was near. Grandpa slowly made his way from the couch across the broad room to the door. With lagging footsteps he Went down to the den. Sitting at his desk, he paused. He must tell Betty, but how could he. Her young heart would break, for she dearly loved her, who lay dying upstairs. It could not be kept any longer from her, she must be told. He picked up the pen, hesi- tated a moment and then wrote: She is dying. You had better come quickly. Poor - The door opened, Grandpa quickly turned. Doctor! he exclaimed. She is dead, was the slow answer. I tried my best, but it could not be helped. Her last cry was 'Bettyl Betty.' She was ever crying far her pal. I'm sorry, Mr. Brown, that I could not have saved her for you. This is a great loss, I realize. Grandpa turned to the desk, wrote quickly, and putting it into an envelope, sealed it and called the maid. Mail this quickly. Lightly down the stairs came Betty, the mother meeting her at the bottom of the stairs, said, A letter for you, dear. Perching herself on the banister she 'tore the letter open and read: Dear Betty: Poor Polly parrot died this morn- ing. Grandpa. C. R. B., '27. .A STRANGE MISSION Rosalie Leonard, like the rest of the pas- sengers on board the Richard, was very happy to see the most beautiful woman in the world, standing in New York Har- bor, representing Liberty. After the Custom officers were 'through with their examinations, she finally reached Broadway. As she was going to travel at night, she went to a movie and vaudeville to idle away some of the time. The performance was excellent, but Rosalie couldn't help thinking of the strange mission she was about to perform. From Syracuse she was going to a little country town and deliver a box of bon- bons to a specified person at a definite time and place. Just before sailing from Havre, a lady in deep mourning had beseeched her to deliver the box to her son at L-. He