Warren High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Warren, MA)

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'all U 5 i If ' P pq pg LITERARY Q pm it Va- . Xl X! -',,m 7. J 1 f I1 t, ls NYARREN, MY NATIVE TOWN VVarren, Massachusetts was first settled in 1741. It was called Western but as there was another town by the name of Weston, the inhabitants changed it to Warren in honor of General VVarren who fought in the Revolutionary VVar. It was 1834 when this town was first named VVarren. The center of VVarren is in a valley with hills all around it. There are many farms out in the country that are very pretty be- cause of their babbling brooks and pine groves. A very pretty view may be had from Mark's Mountain when the sun is shining on the Quaboag River and making pretty shadows on the nearby fields. The way in which Mark's Mountain re- ceived its name is quite interesting to me. Long ago when the pilgrims first settled here, they had a fort on what is now called Mark's Mountain. One day all the men left the fort to go hunting and left the Women and children alone. Soon some Indians were seen coming and as the frightened women did not know what to do, Mrs. Marks came to their aid and climbed up on the top of the edge of the fort where there was a plat- form. She was dressed in men's clothes 4. 1 and carried a gun with her. Even though she was probably trembling with fear, she bravely called out All's well! All's well! The Indians, thinking that probably all the men were in the fort ready to drive them away at a minute's notice, went away and did not bother them at all. ' I do not know whether this is true or not, but it is one of the many stories handed down to us about our brave women in thc days when our country was first settled. Warren can boast of a good grammar and high school. Our dear old Warren High is very near the Quaboag River which is another beauty spot of Warren. Going up the river in a canoe towards the east, the river is calm and free of rocks. The trees on each side furnish plenty of shade and make it very cool on a hot summer's day. If one goes up far enough, many pond lillies may be found. Going down the river towards the west, it is so rough that a canoe cannot'be used. Part way down the river. just after leaving West Warren, there is a tablet erected to a man that loved to fish for trout so much in this' river that when he died he wanted to have his ashes thrown into the river. ' To me, there is no place as wonderful as Warren 'with its many hills. ' I A . p A Marjorie Gould '29

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8 THE HILLTOP Mr. Williaiii F. Taylor as a citizen, is one of whom it can be said: ln serving the public he endeavors to do all that is necess- ary to carry through anything he undertakes regardless of compensation. I. W. Moore Time will never obliterate the valuable service rendered by Mr. Taylor in the War- ren schools. VVe, who have been privileged to come under his tutelage, appreciate his true w-orth. His devotion to duty and un- tiring eiiforts on behalf of his pupils will always be associated with his name. He is an honorable, courageous American, and he zealously endeavors to imbue his pupils with all the qualities of good citizenship. Elizabeth M. Sullivan We, the Junior High School, are sorry to see Mr. Taylor go, for we appreciate all that he has done for us, both as a teacher and a friend. What a wonderful record he has achieved-forty-six years of worth while sei vice l VVe regret that our under classmates will be denied the privilege of having Mr. Tay- lor for their teacher. The Junior High School wishes him suc- ccss in whatever he does after he leaves us in june. john R. Keith junior High School X EDITORIAL BOARD Back row, left to rightv-Matthew Laska, Emil Furgal, Eileen Thornton, Herrick Smith, Marjorie Gould, Mr. B'ossorn, Leonora Erla, John Rainka, Ethel Oldread, Noah Fountain. Next row, left to right--Mary Murphy, Gertrude Anderson, Alice Dlck, Ila Grapes, May Leach, Beatrice Fountain, Lillian Pease.

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10 THE HI ACTIONS SPEAK LQUDER THAN WORDS Mose was up again. This time, as always before, it was chicken stealing. The weary judge in a hot southern court- room, looking down a long and ominous list, stopped and called, Mose johnson l Yas sah, yas sahl The owner of this name was right under the judge's nose. t'Not guilty, sah. HPlease tell me the circumstances, con- tinued the judge, ignoring the interruption. jedge, Mose quickly replied, them's warn't no sarcumstances, them' wuz chick- ens sah, yes sah. But, said the judge, you told me two minutes ago that you were not guilty. Now you say words to the effect that you are guilty. ledge, ah didn't say no words to no effek. dem words to you. You ain't no you ? Ah says effek be Mose, you are merely wasting time. Now, no more this stalling me off. You are guilty and we shall prove you so. The judge then produced the evidence that he had so carefully brought to court. He said, Mose, suppose I showed you some bones. Mose dropped to his knees and moaned ledge, jedge, ah nevah done it, ah nevah done it. He trembled with fear. The judge then had sufficient evidence. Mose's actions showed clearly that he had done the stealing though he had not said so. But Mose needed a more lasting punish- ment than a fine, so the judge produced a few greasy chicken bones. Mose, look here. These bones were found in your barn. Can you explain it ? l'Boss, ah's done for. When de bones come out ob de groun' to say so, ah know's ah'm beat. jedge ah buried dem bones yes- tiday, fahve feet deep and here dey be! Boss yo' win! Pick up dem mahbles l LLTOP The judge chuckled. He had seen Mose steal those chickens and' had seen dem bones buried by the careless Mose. The bones he had used as evidence were the re- mains of his Sunday dinner, and the family dog awaited them outside. Margaret Huyck '30 A DAY IN THE ATTIC Gne cold, rainy day, my two friends and I thought we would visit the attic in hopes of finding a good book. Qur plans were soon changed when we saw my mother's wedding dress and my father's wedding suit hanging in the closet. We all had the same idea, and we soon had the clothes from the hooks ready to have some fun. Mary was to be the bride, so she dressed up in the wedding clothes and was soon waiting for the groom. I was to be the groom. I put on the blue suit, the derby, and overcoat. Now the question was, Who is going to be the minister? This was soon settled, Florence was going to be the minister. We easily found a suit, a tall hat, a pair of nose glasses, a prayer book, and a large, red handkerchief. The ceremony was to start at three o'clock. We were all anxiously waiting for the old hall clock to strike three. The wed- ding couple were very nervous, and even the minister lost his large, red handkerchief. At quarter past three we were at the most important part of the ceremony. The min- iste1 s voice rang through the room as he asked, Do you take this woman for your lawful wife ? Before the question could be answered, we found that there was someone besides ourselves in the room. We looked all around and much to my surprise, I saw my mother sitting down watching us. She had seen it all and she enjoyed it immensely. She asked us to have our wedding feast down stairs, indeed, we did not have to be asked twice. Soon we were seated at the dining room table enjoying all that could be desired for such an occassion.