Warren High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Warren, MA)

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THE HILLTOP 11 Skipped and went swimin' with the fel- lers. Ma'd be mad if she nu it, but pa woodn't care. Pretty near got cot. Good thing I can swim under water. Sis's bow came to see her tonite I hid under the sofa the dust got in my eyes and I snezed and it spoiled everything. Almost got a trimin. August 2. Ma made me erand for that old bazar her old club is havin. this after- noon I got in a fite with Billy Jones got a black eye and the buttons tore off my blouse. Ma's hoppin mad and wouldn't let me out all afternoon. I'll get even next week and maybe before. Pa said twas only natural fer kids to fite and told me all about the fite he had with Bills father. August 3. Went swimin with the fel- lers agin ta day down in the mud hole. Sis said she's squeel if I went fraid I'd get drownded Pa almost gave me a wallopin. August 4. Today I cot it pa licked me. sheared the fur off Buster the dog and painted ma's angora cat black with white stripes. August 5. We're planin for a circus in Red Brown's barn sis said shed help ain't so worser after all. we borrowed Mrs. Jones Persian Cat for a wild cat, gee she's wild alright we got old man Williams speckled hen and chickens for birds of Paradize. Borroed all the beasts birds and fishes in the naborhood. We have a circus Sataday. August 6. Got every thin redy for our circus if it rains were ruined. Got back at Bill today for giving me the black eye he's sore cuze we woodn't let him be any thin in the circus but a clown, Ha, Ha. August 7. Today was grate we had our circus. Took in '78 pins and 10c some went home cuz they was mad. Mrs. Jones cat ate the Old maids gold fish say we ain't none of us set down fer hours it seems. But we had a good time Myra Wilkinsons cat eat 4 of Williams first class chickens. They nearly had a fist fite. myra lost her false teeth and her glasses fell off. her har fell down and williams got a few scratches on his noze gee it was funny. Well good nite old scout. DOROTHY MCCRILLIS, '27, NUTS AND THE SCHOOL Well, in the beginning we were all born in Austin, Pennsylvania fthat is, we kidsj , and we lived there until three years ago. Then we packed up all our things, put them on a flat boat with us six children and mother and father and we came out here to Indiana to this place that they call Jackson's Landing. It's not called that after us though, even if we are named Jackson, but after Uncle Elias Jackson, who came here a long time ago with Aunt Nancy that I'm named after, and his three boys, Bill and Ed, who are quite old, and James, who is twelve. Uncle Elias wrote so many letters about what a nice place it was that finally we came here, too. I'm glad we did. Well, anyway, we're here. We, which is me, Nancy, aged fourteen, George, aged eleven, Henry, ten, Jane, aged eight and the twins, Susan and Stephen, who are only six years old. J ackson's Landing is about a mile from Rockport, which is quite a big place. It has a store and about six hundred people. We go there to buy things quite often. One day Elsie and Dick Stone had stopped at our place. Elsie is about my age and we have loads of fun together. The Stones are our only neighbors! be- sides Uncle Eliasj , they live about a half a mile away. We were having a picnic down on the bank of the river fthe Ohio River, you knowJ , and Elsie said she hadn't never been to school at all, so I began to tell them about the real school, with long benches, slates, and everything that I'd been to in Pennsylvania. George don't like schools and said he was glad we'd

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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.

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12 THE HILLTOP moved away from them. We talked about schools a while and everybody wished we could have one fthat is except Georgej. As We were picking up the remains of our lunch Jane said to me, Nancy, you'll get us a school won't you ? Jane seems to think I can do any- thing. But still there ought to be a school for Jane, she's that kind I know she'd learn real fast. I've 'taught her some my- self. She's real pretty, too. Her hair goes in velvety brown curls. But with me it's different. My hair is in straight pig tails and I've got to take care of the younger children anyway. Pa says I don't need to go to school to do that. That evening I talked to Dad about schools again, but that wasn't very en- couraging. He said it cost a lot of money to buy books and hire a school teacher. About two days after that the gang of us went after butternuts. My, but there were loads. After all of us had picked up all we could carry there were literally tons left. It seemed a pity to let them all go to waste, but we had more than we could use as it was. It was the very next day that George and Henry, cousin James and I went down to Rockport for supplies. After every- thing was bought, as we didn't have to go right home we wandered down 'toward the wharves. A flat boat was anchored there and we heard the man say that he was go- ing down to New Orleans in a day or two. We often see flat boats going down the river and sometimes they stop at Rock- port. This man was talking quite loud to the people around him. He drew from his pocket a handful of butternuts. Fm go- ing to take these down and distribute them as souvenirs, they likes 'em down there, he said. All of a sudden I had an idea. I always have 'them suddenly. Mister, I says, if we get you barrels and barrels of those nuts couldn't you take them down and sell them and make some money ? Hold on! Hold on l he interrupted. Take some butternuts down to New Orleans and sell them. Is that it ? I assured him that it was. Well, what if I should take a whole load of them down and 'then couldn't sell them ? But you said the people down there liked 'those nuts. Maybe, but they might not buy them. Well, I tell you what. Mister, you take the nuts we'll get for you, and see if you can sell them. If you do, bring us our share of the money, and if you don't, why we won't charge you anything. Well, that's fair enough, but I've got to have them soon. Weill have them all here in two days, I promised. I went home all enthusiastic. Here was a way to earn money for our school. I got all the kids together and told them my great plan. They thought it was a good idea, too, so we collected all the bags, boxes and barrels we could find and we worked hard all the next day. Cousins Ed and Bill helped us a lot with lifting things, and Elsie and Dick got their team to haul our store of nuts down to Rockport. The nuts were all there, just as many as the man would take, that second day. Tired, but happy, we trooped home. Dad had been gone for the last day or two, but he was home now, and enthusiastically I told him all about it. He didn't pay you anything for the nuts ? father asked. I explained how he didn't know as he could sell them or not. He'll sell them all right, but you'll never see any of the money, father an- swered. He's got the nuts and hasn't had to pay a cent for them. You'll never see him again. By the way, what was his name?