Warren High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Warren, MA)

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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.

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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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THE HILLTOP 11 VVe soon forgot about the wedding, and the minister never thought of making the groom answer the important question that he asked him at three-fifteen o'clock. Margaret Finnerty '31 ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS At the French airdrome of Saint Michial in France one morning, the roll call was sounded and to its summons came the fliers on the run. Men, said the Brigadier, who is going up to get that Boche, who is bombing the hospital? I won't call for volunteers now, but I will call for them to- morrow. On the break of day, the men filed out to see who was the lucky one. To their sur- prise, the Brigadier called for Corporal Dancy. He was commonly called the coward of the outht and they expected him to cower and run off, but instead he said, Very good. Sir, and was off to warm up his plane. Also there was to go the bravado of the camp, a strapping fellow, by the name of Mug Soak McClancy. He said to the boys, I'll get that Boche before the kid can even .sec him. - I Off they started, first they zoomed as a welcome to the Boche to come and fight and not to slink away like some lower form of an animal. And sure as fate the Boche who was no coward came and started right off with the Kid, Mug darted at the Boche like a fool and tried to pepper him quick and show up the kid, but the Boche met him with a spray of lead. Mug im- mediately zoomed, and the Boche waited for that. Then he followed him up to the tail and shot off the control wires and the rud- der. Then f'Mug went down to earth as fast as a rock. That left only the kid to deal with, and the Boche saw that the kid was not ex- perienced, so he took a long circle and tried to take the kid into camp, But the kid knew this had been tried on the plane yes- ttrday, and so he saw it immediately. Con- sequently he took a dive in order to reach a height, and once over the Boche he in- tended to spray him. But the Boche saw it at the same time, and he gave his plane all the gas he had, and as he flew over the kid, he sprayed him. The kid knew that the Boche was too much of a match for him, so he thought he would rather die than to face his fellow planesmen. He rushed into the Boche as he was turning around to stamp him to his list of victories, but it was too late. As the kid came on, he sprayed the Boche and caught him squarely on the back of the plane. The plane doubled up and burst into Hames. The kid landed ten minutes later and re- ceived a round of applause that no other man ever had gained. On questioning about Mug, the men merrily shrugged their shoulders and said, Oh, he only had his head blown off. The kid got a Croix de Guerre for his honorable work and was promoted to first lieutenant of the airdome. Howard Mellor '30 i THE TALE OF THE TOWN'S BRIGHTEST CITIZEN Theodore Roosevelt Johnson's chest swelled with pride. He hooked his thumbs into the arm 'holes of his vest and gazed at lrmself in the mirror. What he saw as he gazed there was the figure of a man in a gray, well-fitting suit. The face of the man was one that would attract attention even in a large crowd. Not because Theodore was exceedingly handsome, but because his nose was of a rather enormous size. His nose was the only thing that bothered Theodore. But no! I should not say that. Theodore had one other fault, and that was his forgetful- ness. You understand he had a very good memory, but it was rather short.