Warren High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Warren, MA)

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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

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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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10 THE HILLTOP must get it before the twenty-fifth of the month, which would be two days after her arrival in New York City. Under no con- dition was she to mail it or have it de- livered. As the custom officers paid little attention to a box of chocolates, Rosalie was about to deliver them. A fine mist fell all day and the train seemed darker and dirtier than ever. The ride from New York to L- was unevent- ful. The town had a deserted atmosphere, and on entering one of the few stores to inquire about the direction she should take, she was answered sullenly and sus- piciously. She walked on to a more lonesome part of the town, passing one farm house, and finally came to her destination. A friendly dog greeted her, and then started to growl and ran toward a clump of bushes a little behind her. She wished the bon-bons were at the bottom of a nearby well. She walked up on the rickety door step and knocked rather timidly, watching the hastily re- treating figure of the man who had fol- lowed her. The door opened softly, and she was face to face with the biggest man she had ever seen. In reality the massive creature was about six feet six, with broad shoulders, rugged complexion, and unruly reddish brown hair. His name was Rob- ert Beverly. Good afternoon, he greeted her pleas- antly. Er-good afternoon. Are you Ma- dame Beverly's son? Bob looked puzzled, then a smile of un- derstanding came over his countenance. Yes, indeed-I am. Has mother, here he chuckled, sent me the gift she prom- ised? I guess this must be it. I had all kinds of orders pertaining to it. I guess you must be her favorite son. But someone else in the immediate neighborhood must be interested in your guests. I just dis- covered that I was being followed here. Fm sorry. Pardon me just a moment, will you? Please step in until I open my gift. Your train doesn't leave for 'three hours yet. He left the room, and ten minutes later returned with a look of satisfaction on his face. Would you like to try my candy? he inquired. Rosalie picked one up and bit into it, but to her surprise it had no filling. She was both surprised and pained to think she was the victim of an April fool joke played so late in the season. But Bob took pity on her and explained the situation. One of the United States government officials had discovered some- thing of great benefit to America, and Russia was helping Germany to try and secure it. The person who had given the package to Rosalie came over on the same ship with her, but she had been the vic- tim of attempted robbery several times. Inside some of the chocolates were small plans written in code form and ready to help Beverly and his companion to com- plete the invention they were working on. Bob found some business in New York that needed his immediate attention. Therefore the ride back was much more in- teresting to Rosalie. Because of his fas- cinating companion, Bob cut his imagin- ary business short and took Rosalie to dinner and to the theater. As she had successfully helped him with one proposition it wasn't many weeks be- fore Bob decided 'that he need a perman- ent assistant and Rosalie agreed to take the position. MARGARET E. MORAN, '27. THE DIARY OF A SMALL BOY August 1. Swell day fer swimin', was sposed to go ta church and Sunday school.