Warren High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Warren, MA)

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THE HILLTOP 15 Peggy had a very enjoyable evening although she felt rather sorry for the pupils of the Freshman English Class. Katharine Dalton '231 OPPORTUNITIES FOR WOMEN In days gone by, women were looked upon, somewhat, as household articles, un- important yet indispensable. A woman was never asked to give her opinion on a subject. She was rarely con- sulted about matters of great or less im- portance and so assumed no dignity what- soever. She was a listless individual with only the thoughts of the Sunday dinner and the weekly baths on her mind. Those were the days when men were men, at least that is what the average male of today fondly believes to be true. The days when men were men!! Well, these are The days when women are men, and it is much more exciting, even the men will admit that. But the whole trouble started back in the days of castles, knights, dungeons, and cap- tive maids. Then women were revered and respected, so much so that they sank into oblivion and would have been in that dark obscurity ever since if it had not been for the World War. At least that is what I think about it. That was the time when men and women became equals. They worked shoulder to shoulder, shared and shared alike. In this way they gained' twice as much respect as the fair ladies of Quality Streetf' who chose to swoon and stay at home. The old saying, Women's place is in the home, was certainly not in effect then. Woman's place was wherever she was needed. During the war men or women were spared nothing. 'They saw life at its worst. They came to know what it meant to be cold and hungry. But more than anything else, they learned to Move forward, not backward. Courage was a great factor in this war, all kinds of courage. The courage to do what was expected of you and to do what was right. It was no time for questions or comments, it was a time to obey. After the war was over, people believed things would go on as they had been before. But they did not. They never have and never will. Such a thing was impossible. Taking into consideration the thousands that went over seas, only a paltry few came back. The ones who were left without homes or means of support, what were they to do? Stay home and brood over their misfortune? No! It was another call for courage, and the American women answered it hfty million strong. They came forth to fill the vacant places with their great ability to remember and their power to forget. They worked hard to deaden the memories that came crowding back and to show to the world that the women had come back into their own. Eileen Ottenhiemer '28 THE LEGEND OF THE SPANISH MOSS Over a thousand years ago in the far south, there lived an Indian maid named l.aughing Eyes. She was as graceful as a deer and very beautiful. The chief of the largest Indian Tribe in that neighborhood had sought and won the maiden's hand in marriage. Their wedding day had been set, and Laughing Eyes looked forward to the event with eager anticipation. At last the day arrived, and the wedding was celebrated by the members of the two tribes. They were arrayed in gorgeously beaded dresses of skins. A large feast was given and many dances were performed. Hasse, the Indian Chief, and Laughing Eyes departed for their future home where they lived happily for many years.

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14 THE HILLTOP young' and very well liked by all the pupils. She is the first lady teacher the town has had, and some doubt her ability as a teacher very much. She is very well educated be- cause she has been to school five years. 'fLet me see she exclaimed one day, as to French, I am mistress of that, and speak it, if possible, with more Huency than English. Italian, I can read with ease, and pronounce very well-as well at least, and better, than any of my friends, and that is all one need wish for in Italian. Music I have learned till I am perfectly sick of itg but, now that we have a grand piano, it will be delightful to play when we have com- pany. My drawings are universally admired, especially the shells and flowers, which are beautiful. As to common things, geogra- phy, history and poetry, thank my stars, I have got through them all, so that I may consider myself not only perfectly accom' plished, but also thoroughly well-informed. After the pupils have become quiet, they start the daily recitations in geography, history, reading, writing and 'rithmetic. A few of the older pupils try French. Five pupils are absent to-day, but that is very common. Some of the pupils only go to school when they feel in the mood for study- ing, which is very seldom in some cases. Each pupil recites in turn. While one re- cites, another studies his next lesson. They ought to have been able to concentrate re- markably well then. At three o'clock school is closed for another day, and the pupils start on their two to five mile journey home. Marjorie Gould '29 SCHOOL ONE HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW Peggy and Bobby came down the elevator in their suburban home and climbed into their long, low, blue, Danish areo-car. They had an argument as to whether they should ily or ride. Perhaps you have already guessed that this car shot swiftly through the air or along straight, concrete roads. They decided to ride a short distance and then to fly as Peggy wished to try a new landing trick on the school's landing field. Yes, they were going to school in the year 2027 A. D. Bobby is to take his Sophomore course at Harvard and disliked the idea of giving up the four days time to do so. Four days tinae! Yes. Each day he would take one subject in the form of a pill. As he absorbed the pill, he wouldabsorb the year's work'in that subject. He did hope that they would not overdose him in Greek and Latin. Peggy was a Radcliffe girl and would have to take last year's English over as she had Ilunked it. She bewailed the fact of losing the extra necessary day. Perhaps you think it queer that she should Hunk English. You see this was a foreign language to her, she spoke American. Peggy had been invited to go to Paris that night to see the queerest picture. It was quite a thing to see it. It was School in W. H. S. One Hundred Years Ago. Imagine it, they went to school five hours a day for practically the whole year! At last they arrived at a large, flat building around which stretched golf courses, tennis courts, bridle paths and runways. Parking their plane, they entered a richly furnished room where laid out on tables were gay bonbon boxes filled with chocolate covered pills. These were labeled' Latin, Greek, junior French, Biology, et cetera. Greek had a rather dusty taste, while Latin was rather peppery. English was pretty pink pills. Then a squeal from Peggy as she heard from the radio a voice saying, History teacher speaking. All who wish to attend the history picture, 'School in W. H. S. One Hundred Years Ago,' meet at runway live. We shall take high power planes and arrive in Paris within two hours.

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16 THE HILLTOP Soon a terrible strife arose between Hasse and his enemies. After several terrible battles, Hasse's tribe emerged from their battle fields victorious. The days of Hasse were overg he had gone to the happy hunt- ing ground. A Laughing Eyes was overcome with grief and died of a broken heart. They were both buried in a lonely grave. The black locks of Laughing Eyes were hung on an oak over the grave. The hair turned gray after awhile, and today a waving moss is found on every oak tree in the south. Even today if you stand beneath an oak tree in the south, the tree will whisper the story of Hasse and Laugh- ing Eyes. Dorothy Fulton '31 ROBINSON CRUSOE BROUGHT UP TO DATE VVell can I remember, that warm day in December. Our great monoplane was soar- ing over a vast stretch of tropical water. It was our ambition to reach the southern- most point of the Banjo Islands, which were situated about one hundred miles south of the equator. VVhen I speak of our, I mean Patrick Henry and me. Little did I think our non-stop Hight to the Banjo Islands was to end in a tragedy. All of a sudden our motor began spitting and sputtering. At this warning I became alarmed, for there were only small islands under us. The next thing I remember our great plane was heading downward at a rate of about seventy-five miles an hour, sud- denly a great splash stopped our thinking, and we were automatically swimming for the shore of one of the small islands. VVhen I reached the shore, Pat was spit- ting and blowing out water like a whale. 'Goshl what a sweet nose dive that was,' blurted out Pat. fWell, the only thing to do is to be prepared for the worst and then we shall look around for some kind of a shelter,' I replied. Having sent Pat in one direction, I went in the opposite direction. We had agreed to shoot our revolvers if we found anything of any importance. It was a good thing we did have our revolvers strapped to our side as they proved very valuable later on. I was just about ready to turn back when I heard Pat shoot. This meant he had found something. The sound came from the southeast, so I headed that way. After hav- ing walked for about two thousand yards, I came upon Pat sitting down on a small boulder. 'Well, what have you found?' I yelled at him. 'Look and see,' said Pat, pointing to the shore line about a hundred yards away. There lay our giant plane with its nose buried in the soft plain earth. Gosh I forgot all about it, I thought that was under water by now,' returned I. 'Well, be gorry I guess I will be having to take me time in fixing our meadow lark, and then we'll be goin' on our way,' said Pat, laughingly, as he used the Irish brogue. 'Oh sure,' I answered. The next two hours were occupied in examining the machine. It was beyond repair as the propeller was smashed, engine head cracked, gasoline all gone, and one wing was split. This sure was a disappoint- ing find. Thanks to Pat, he was thinking and Hnally struck an idea. 'Why not fix the radio P' he asked. Now Pat was an expert at radio, so he would not have any trouble in fixing it. 'Great idea Pat, you old skin- flint,' shouted I as I banged Pat on the back. lt took about an hour to fix the radio and have it set up so that we might send S. O. S. messages. All through the late hours of the night, Pat and I took turns at sleeping and sending S. O. S. messages. Finally daybreak came and we were all tired out. No ship had been sighted, for about the