The Pinkerton Critic: November 1920

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Vol. XII DERRY, N. H., November, 19290. No. 1
Critic Board Assistant Editors
Carolyn Sefton.......... Editor-in-Chief Horace Emerson, ’21
f Gladys Fullonton, ’22
Brorene- O'Neil: 2/.. dneatersis Assistant Editor Clayton Cross, ’21
SARIS SUELILU. 20 Wc “sip ic eth & Business Manager Ruth Shackett, ’21
Arline Smith, ’22
1 EE) AA ee 8 Assistant Manager ;
Ba heley = Lucy Barker, ’23
wero Biake we es oe Athletic Editor Mabel Worledge, ’23
Marion Cogswell.......... Crow Editor Henry Bartlett, ’23
: Irving Dicey, ’22
ison. 222. se ooh Exch Editor
Helen Wilson xchange Marion Bidwell, ’21
Riehmond -Wisht. %s....... Art Editor

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Editorial

The Thanksgiving season has come
again, bringing with it the usual round
of activities and duties. Plans are being
made for the winter ahead and the school
is once more swinging into its accustomed
routine of work.

Often at a season of this kind we do
not pause on our busy way to consider
what is the true meaning and worth of
a period of thankfulness. As students in
an educational institution of America, it
is our duty to stop and try to realize just
how many things we have to be grateful
for.

First of all we can be thankful that our
school has prospered in its undertaking
and that the number of pupils, increasing
with every passing year, is now much
larger than ever before.

Thankfulness should be given for the

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great opportunities open before’ the
young people of the present day. Never
before have there been so many openings
for young people, especially for girls, as
at the present. Social service, research
work, professions and many other occu-
pations invite girls to their ranks, in
marked contrast to former days, when
the only refuge for girls from the hum-
drum of farm or home life was in the
mill or in teaching elementary schools.

There are increased opportunities for
young men as well. Technical schools
for boys lead often to experiences of in-
teresting life in the unexplored regions of
South America and other foreign lands,
where the civil engineer is helping to
open up the country for the advance of
civilization.

When we read of the privations and

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sufferings of so many young people in the
_ stricken countries of Hurope, we are filled
with thankfulness that our daily lives
have not been touched and that we have
the privilege of studying unchallenged by
any oppressor. In truth, the experiences
of the war have taught many of us to ap-
preciate what before we had taken for
granted.
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The work may seem hard to those en-
tering the Academy as Freshmen, but as
the days go by and they become more ac-
customed to their new school life, they
will appreciate more and more the op-
portunities which are theirs. The life of
Mary Antin and the experiences of others
who have come to our shores, eager to
grasp the education so freely given to all
who desire it, should serve to show the
value of what we so often slight or even
neglect, until the chance has passed
us by.

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The Merrimack Biber

The Merrimack . River was a_ noted
stream among the aborigines long before
the appearance of the North men upon
the sedgy shores of Old Vinland. Upon
its banks rival tribes had for many gen-
erations contended for the supremacy.
There was a legend among the Algon-
quins of the valley of the St. Lawrence
to the effect that beyond the great car-
rying places ran a swift river, filled with
fish, and forever guarded at its northern
gateway by “an old man with a stone
face,’ whose environments were grounds
to them too sacred to be trod by warrior
foot. Although many of the early ex-
plorers claimed to have seen this river,
their descriptions are too vague to be ac-
cepted without a doubt. According to
the practice of races without a written
language, the Indians gave many names
to this river. One of the oldest, and one

against the more peaceful

which has outlived the rest, is the Mer-
rimack. It is derived from the words,
‘merru,’ meaning swift; ‘‘asquam,”’ Wwa-
ter; and ‘‘ack,’”’ place; that is, swift water
place. In the pronunciation of _ this
word, asquam is abbreviated to the sound
of one letter m.

There is no doubt that the Indians
were strongly attached to this river. Its
waters afforded them’ good fishing-
grounds and its wooded banks were re-
treats for the deer and other four-footed
denizens of the woods. - Thus this ground
became the scene of many a battle by the
Mohawks and the Abnakis, and by both
Penacooks.
Just above the city of Concord the last-
named were defeated. They left that
country and moved to the smooth bluffs
overlooking the Merrimack, within sight
of Amoskeag Falls. From here, a few
years later, their sachem, the noble Pas-
saconnaway, formed his seat of govern-
ment at Pawtucket. Among the promi-
nent leaders of his race he stands as one
of nature’s noblemen, and his influence
upon his followers was helpful to the
English. No one knew when he disap-
peared from action, though it was not
until he had lived a hundred years.
There is an old tradition that when he
felt the end was near he went to Lake
Massabesic, and, entering his frail canoe,
drifted away, never to return. Passacon-
naway was succeeded by his son, who
proved to be as worthy a leader as his
father. After a few years the remnant
of this tribe departed from the Merri-
mack. |

Though a solitary red man, from time
to time, returned to look at the scenes of
his fathers, as late as 1750, withont
grievous license, years before this the
poet could exclaim: |

“By thy fair stream

The Red Man roams no more; no more
he snares

The artful trout,
spear;

or lordly salmons

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No more his swift-winged arrow strikes
the deer.”’

Seven years after the landing of the
Pilgrims, the foremost of that race,
which were to prove the conquerors of
Passaconnaway’s people, settled in the
Merrimack valley. Unlike the Indians,
these people were men of education, tal-
ent, good standing, and came from some
of the best families of England. They
had received a charter from the king,
which granted to them the land between
the Merrimack and Charles rivers. At
that time it was believed that the Merri-
mack came from the west, its entire
course.

Among the immigrants that came to
this country ten years later was a little
company of farmers, smiths, carpenters
and weavers.
busied themselves by clearing the land,
the smiths and carpenters erected a mill,
and here the weavers wove the first cot-
ton cloth in the colonies. As the popu-
lation increased, a demand came to ex-
plore the Merrimack River to its source.
This, the first survey of the Merrimack
River, was made by a man named Wood-
ward, with four of his companions. They
penetrated the trackless wilderness of the

Merrimack Valley nearly as far as Lake

Winnipesaukee. Upon this survey were
based the calculations of the _ better
known and more permanent work per-
formed by a commission appointed by
the Massachusetts courts in 1652. There
is a doubt expressed as to whether the
first commission really reached the head-
waters of the Merrimack, as its bounds
were only claimed to have been marked
by a spotted tree. But as the second
surveying party left a very substantial
monument of their work, there can be no
doubt as to the correctness of their sur-
vey.

At the forks of the Pemigewassett and .

Winnipesaukee rivers the commissioners
were doubtful as to the true stream for
them to follow. Upon referring the mat-

‘branch flowing

While the husbandmen .

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ter to the Indians, they were told that
the real Merrimack was the _ easterly
from the ‘beautiful
lakes of the highland.” The westerly
fork is none the less deserving of de-

seription and could rightly be considered

as a part of the main river. Its source
is a sheet of crystal water, high up in
the White Hills. Running around natu-
ral barriers, strewn along its pathway by
a prodigal hand, this stream pursues its
course for several miles, when it is joined
by another stream, which is also the out-
let of a beautiful lake. Now one, they
leap cascades, dash around boulders,
loiter in cool retreats, receiving tributary
after tributary, until it has increased in
volume to such an extent that it is called
a river. For forty miles it flows in a
country wild and picturesque almost be-
yond description, when, at the foot of the
famous Franconia Notch, it suddenly
bursts into sunlight.

In its bewildering career the river
leaps “Grand Falls,” which has been
called the most magnificent waterfall in
New England; runs over that stupendous
gorge known as the Flume, passes the Old
Man of the Mountains and enters the
Agassiz Basin, said by the red men to
have been the bathing pool where the
goddess of the mountains sought seclu-
sion in the days when the gods wed with
the daughters of men. This branch of
the Merrimack, the Pemigewasset, passes
through and drains, in part or all, over
thirty towns. The Pemigewasset is
joined just above Plymouth village by
the historic stream known as Baker’s
River, so named in honor of Captain
Thomas Baker, who first explored it.
Near the junction of these streams many
noteworthy historic deeds have taken
place.

The eastern branch of the Merrimack,
known by the name of the beautiful lake
of the highlands which is its source,
drains in part or entirely fifteen towns.
It flows between Laconia and Gilford,
forms Lake Winnisquam, cuts off a cor-

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ner of Northfield and another of Tilton
before losing its identity in uniting with
its sister stream to form the true Merri-
mack. There are numerous rivers and
streams which join the mighty waters of
the Merrimack before the latter reaches
the sea.

At the mouth of this great river is situ-
ated the small town of Newburyport. As
noted as this village is for its coast
scenery, one of its most prominent
features is the sand-bar across the mouth
of the river. A few adventurous home-
seekers have built their house upon it,
but as it is almost entirely free from
tree or shrub, and the sands are continu-
ally drifting over it and fleeing away, as
the snows of winter, it has not been
found desirable. One shrub, the beach
plum, which gives the name to the
island, is able to survive, and in early
autumn, crowds are attracted to _ the
place, seeking its fruit, which is very
good. The wind has blown the sands
into many fantastic shapes, over which a
specie of sea-moss grows and here and
there the green of the beach pea con-
ceals the gray sand. Although this
island has been treated so meanly by
nature, it has been fortunate in securing
the admiration of Thoreau and Whittier.

As the Merrimack runs today, it is
claimed that it drains a territory in New
Hampshire and Massachusetts of nearly
five thousand square miles and forms one
of the most important river basins in the
United States. It is also claimed that its
waters turn more machinery than any
other river in the world. The history of
the Merrimack and its basin is divided
into two periods—the period of pioneers
and that of progress in manufacture.
The first, which covered a period of fifty
years, was full of incidents which would
read more like romance than_ history.
During these years the building of homes
and clearing the wilderness for farms
were the prevailing thoughts. They did
not realize the power which was con-
cealed in its rapids and waterfalls.

Four years after the invention of spin-
ning wheels, steam power was first ap-
plied to manufacturing purposes. Many
inventions followed and at last a system
of factory enterprises changed the situ-
ation in the Merrimack valley and gave
it a place in the industrial world, to
which it rightfully belonged. As manu-
facturing towns and cities sprang up
along the Merrimack, the people realized
that their method of _ transportation
must be improved. 'Turnpikes were built
through the country, although these were
an improvement over the poor roads;
slow-going ox-teams were the main de-
pendence for power of transit. Trans-
portation thus became not only tedious
but expensive. Samuel Blodget of Wo-
burn conceived the purpose of making
the river navigable as far as Concord.
In order to do this, the falls had to be
surmounted by canals. As the greatest
fall was at Amoskeag, he began making, a
canal at that place first. When this was
finished other canals were built, until the
river was opened as far as Concord. In
the midst of the growing business of
both river and turnpike, a new motor of
trnasportation came into existence. It
was the “iron horse,’? and with the suc-
cess of the railroad. the manufacturing
cities on the Merrimack continued with
increasing popularity.

Besides being a manufacturing district,
the Merrimack valley is a beautiful agri-
cultural country, and some of the finest
homesteads in New England have been
developed from the clearings of the
pioneers one hundred and fifty years ago.

Its scenery of hills and vales, lakes and
mountains is equal to any found upon the
slopes of the Appalachian mountains.
George Waldo Browne says that “‘the
constant song of its rushing current is the
eternal melody of industry; the unending
roar of its waterfalls the voice that calls
men to work in thunder tones. It turns
more factory wheels, lights more forge-
fires, swings more hammers, keeps busy
more hands of art and toil than any

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other river that runs to the sea. The
products of its looms have been sent to
every clime; its cotton cloths and woolen
goods have been the raiment of many
races of men; its iron and steel the build-
ing material of city and country; its tools
and machinery the strong helpers on
farms and in workshops, at home and
abroad; stout ships plow the watery high-
way of the deep laden with its commerce,
while the triumphant whistle of the iron
horse has awakened the solitude of far-
distant lands.”’
Ruth Hall, 718.

“Have you had a kindness hown?
Pass it on!

’Twas not given fto you alone!
Pass it on!

Let it travel down the years,

Let it wipe another’s tears,

’Till in heayen the deed appears.
Pass it on!”

This verse recalled to me the time
when I was a freshman, scared nearly to
death of everyone and not knowing where
to go.

One day I got separated in some way
from my classmates and I did not know
which room to go to. At first I just
stood in the hall, not daring to ask any
of the Seniors who were going by, laugh-
ing and joking among themselves and
perhaps once in a while looking indiffer-
ently at me and making some remark
about ‘“‘green freshmen.”’

Finally one of the girls, I think she
was a Y. W. C. A. girl, came up to me
and asked me if there wasn’t something
she could do for me.
I could have cried. She graduated two
years ago and the act in itself was very
small, and she has probably forgotten all
about it; but I have not.

People always remember a_ kindness
shown them and it makes you yourself
feel much better and more Christian-
like to know that in the course of your
day’s work you have made one heart hap-

I was so grateful

pier and made another friend, for kind-
nesses always do make friends for you.

When you see anyone lonely, don’t
wait for the other fellow to see that she
is cheered up, but do it yourself.

Sometimes it may seem to you that
your act isn’t appreciated, but don’t you
believe it for one minute. Perhaps she
doesn’t say anything about it (she
usually doesn’t), but way down deep in
that girl’s heart she has a friendly, warm
feeling for you which lasts through sun
and shower.

Sometimes girls even give up their
education because other girls won’t be
friendly and kind to them. Without
friendship, school life is monotonous and
dull, so naturally she wouldn’t want to
stay without it.

Now, wouldn’t it be much better to be
kind to her, because both you and she
would benefit by it; and she’s probably is
just as nice as the other girls when you
know her?

Be kind to everycne, not iust to vour

special friends; and be kind to animals,
too.
Have you ever seen that grateful look
in a dog’s eyes when you have been kind
to him? The look is thanking you just
as plainly as if he were speaking.

And if you do a kindness it will be
returned to you, probably with interest,
for “every seed brings forth after its
kind.”’ If you seek for the good in the
world you will always find it, and if you
hate and criticise you will be hated and
criticised.

If you have a kindness shown you, pas:
it on today, for tomorrow you may not be
here or the ones to whom you may do it
may not be here,

I remember a fairy story I read once
about a rajah’s son taking a thorn out
of a lion’s foot, and the lion, to show his
gratitude, gave him a stone, which he
told him to rub on when he ‘was in
trouble. The rajah’s son many times
when he was in trouble rubbed the stone,
and the lion would come to his aid.

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It’s just the same way in real life. If
you have been kind to people they are
always ready to help you in times of
trouble when you call on them.

So, if you have had a kindness shown,
pass it on, and do it today, while you
can. Today is the best time to do a
thing, for ‘‘Never put off until tomorrow
what you can do today.’’

Pass it on to the first person you see,
and you will get your reward sooner or
later.

M;..Ls. “Owe.

YD. W. C. G.

The work of the Young Women’s
Christian Association is at last taking an
important place in the school life. The
meetings of the year have been very suc-
cessful and well attended. It is especially
gratifying to see so many Freshmen tak-
ing active interest.’

The officers for the year are:
Cogswell, President; Ruth
Vice-President; Lucy Barker, Secretary;
Carolyn Sefton, Treasurer. Miss Avery
is proving a most capable and active ad-
visor. Without her initiative help the or-
ganization would be unable to accomplish
many of its undertakings.

Plans for the year’s work are being
completed and a very interesting pro-
gram has been laid out. These plans
cannot be carried out, however, without
the full co-operation of the girls. The
Y. W. C. A. is asking for this co-onera-
tion; it is needed and expected. Will you
give your help, girls?

‘Marion
Shackett,

Ballore’en Party

On the evening of October 30 Pinker-
ton Academy was well lighted; the cause
was—-the Hallowe’en Party.

On arriving in the hall, I stood with
my mouth open. The hall was hand-
somely decorated with pumpkins, orange
and black streamers, and spooky decora-
tions.

The committee were dressed in black
and orange dresses, and in my opinion
looked very nice.

During the evening I noticed that the
stage had been cleared, and I had a faint
idea that something was going to happen.
My faint idea was correct. Soon some-
one appeared in a pink dancing costume.
Could she dance? Well, I can’t explain
it in mere words, but the amount of ap-
plause she got showed that everyone en-
joyed Mavis’ dancing.

During intermission ice-cream and
cake was served. Ask the football men
if it was good.

Mr. Emerson also might have some-
thing to say on the subject.

After intermission Mr. Foxall ap-
peared on the scene and surprised us all
by doing .a wonderful Indian club stunt.
He also received a good deal of applause.

As it came time to go to our resnvect-
ive homes, we all gave a cheer for ’23,
and I know we all meant it. too. Every-
one agreed that it was a lovely party.

He ON Sea

Alen 0 Nef

Bazaar

Listen, dear children, have you heard

Of the big bazaar to be held on December
third?

We’ll raise money for the Y. W.,

Athletics and Endowment Fund.

Everybody must certainly come.

Ye lovers of music can’t afford to

Miss Galli-Curci or Alma Gluck.

Ye theatre-goers will want to see

Romeo and Juliet. too!

Fancy articles, pictures, useful

Christmas gifts, food, home-made

Candy and ice cream will be sold!

Caw! Caw! Caw!

Cawh* Caw!’ Caw!
Well, well, children, it
certainly seemed good

to see you back, although
I missed last year’s sen-

iors; but there are
enough freshies to make
up for them, aren’t
there? The day school
opened I sat on the rail-
ing of the tower and
watched the seemingly
endless stream of tiny
freshies come up_ the

hill. But they seem to be very well be-
haved children and are absorbing Pink-
erton spirit very fast.

The very first Friday after school
opened I saw the Seniors whispering
among themselves, and I knew something
must be up, so I waiched them closely,
and when I saw them all come up the
hill with boxes under their arms, about
six o’clock, I flew down into one of the
waiting autos. I really didn’t know what
was going on until I heard them talking
about corn, so I knew it must be the Sen-
ior Corn Roast.

Sure enough, it was! We went out to
Ruth Day’s and went up into a big
pasture, and when it was dark enough we
all ate corn and sandwiches, candy,
toasted marshmallows, tonic and all the
other good things that go with a corn
roast. Then we sang songs and told
stories, at which Rand seemed especially
good (?); then went home, very happy.

Soon after that the Seniors gave their
reception to the Freshmen. I wanted to
go down the receiving line and meet the
new teachers, but everyone was so busy
that they didn’t see me. All the fresh-
ies were led down stairs and green bibs
put on them, in which they looked like
little cherubs. My brother was rather
eross when I got home, for he had a
lame wing and couldn’t fly down, and he
hates to miss a good time.

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One day not long ago I heard shouts
back of the building and the beating of
drums, so I flew down to see the excite-
ment. I found a basketball game going
on between the Pembroke and Pinkerton
girls. The boys were dancing around the
football dummy, which was hanging to
a tree with the placard ‘‘Pembroke” on
it; but the Pembroke girls won, in spite
of the fine playing of the Pinkerton girls.
I shouted myself hoarse telling them to
guard ‘‘Duckie,’’ but she proved too good
for them.

Dave (that’s my brother) and I have
been to all the football games this year
and we certainly were proud of our boys.
We came to several victory dances given
in their honor.

One Saturday morning I heard the fun-
niest noises coming from room six. I in-
vestigated and found that an elocution
class was going on. This was something
new to me, as there never has been one
at the Academy before; so I stayed to
hear it all. Since then I haven’t gone
down to investigate the noises which I
hear every Saturday but go as far away
as possible.

Last Saturday night I came down into
the assembly hall and was nearly fright-
ened out of my wits to see skeletons
hanging from the lights and heads with-
out bodies grinning at me. I started
back, but when I heard a lot of students
coming, I got up courage and went in
with them. I soon discovered that it was
the annual Sophomore Hallowe’en Party,
and they certainly made the hall look bet-
ter than any Hallowe’en party I have
ever seen. Witches danced along the
walls, cats walked among the cornstalks,
and a witch on a broomstick flew across
the room; skeletons and jack o’ lan-
terns finished the decorations. I cawed
with pleasure at a dance by Mavis Fullon-
ton and at the exhibition by Mr. Foxall
with Indian clubs.

We were all given ice cream and cake,
and also were given an extra hour to
dance because the time was set back that

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night. Then they all went home and I
~ went back to my tower with a creepy feel-
‘ing going up these backbones.

Well, children, there was a lot to tell
you this time, so my letter has grown to
quite a length. Be good, all of you, and

study your lessens. Good-night, kid-
dies. I’ll write you again soon. Caw!
Caw! Caw!

Myela Cie ai

HANNA Aan/

Current Events ;

September 15. Fall term of the Acad-
emy opened, with the largest registra-
tion in the history of the institution.
Three changes in the Faculty are re-
corded: Mr. Harlan C. Dyke, head of
the Department of Agriculture, re-
signed to enter business; Mr. Hollie L.
Whittemore, from the Faculty, attended
1912, was appointed to fill this va-
cancy. Mr. Maurice E. Wolbridge re-
signed to accept a position in the Bath,
Me., High School; Mr. Alexander A.
Gardiner, Brown University, 1914,
was appointed. Mr. Gardiner was for
three years a member of the Brown
University football team and in the
season of 1913 played quarterback.
Mrs. Emma C. Pearson of the Art De-
partment returned to her home in
Evergreen, Colorado, and Miss Hazel
Shuman, Malden, Mass., a graduate of
Boston Art School, was appointed. The
Academy is very fortunate in having so
few changes in the personnel of its
Faculty.

September 17. Senior Corn Roast at the
home of Miss Ruth Day. A very suc-
cessful and pleasant party was re-
ported.

September 24. Reception by the Young
Women’s Christian Association to the
new girls. Well attended.

September 25. Pinkerton opened the
football season by defeating Exeter

High School, 12 to 0. The game was
in the Academy field. A victory social
was held in the evening.

Recital this
ce ae F

September 29. McDowell
evening. Miss Martha Chase,
president of the local club.

October 1. Annual reception to the new
students of the Academy. Reception
was given by the Seniors and Fac-
ulty. Evenings like these emphasize
the need of larger accommodations for
the growing interests of the Academy.

October 6. Hon. Milton Reed of Fall
River addressed the student body this
morning. Mr. Reed has traveled very
extensively in foreign countries. His
remarks were very witty, entertain-
ing and instructive.

October 6. Girls’ Glee Club held its first
meeting of the term.

October 11. Critic Social at Academy.
Hall.

October 13. Girls’ basketball team had
first game of season with the Pem-
broke girls at Pembroke. The latter
won.

October 21. Principal Horne and Mr.

Whittemore from the Faculty attended
the State Teachers’ Conference at La-

conia.

October 22.

October 28.
C. A. Secretary,
with our Y. W.

School social this evening.
Miss Gladys Bryson, Y. W.
here for conference

October 29. Address before the school

by Miss Bryson.

October 30. MHallowe’en social given by
the Sophomores. The hall was appro-
priately decorated and an unusually
good program carried out.

November 4. Mr. Walter M. May of the
State Board of Education spent the day
at the Academy visiting classes.

November 5. School social this evening.

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November 8. Sophomores win from
Freshmen in football game.
November 10. Our basketball girls win
from Punchard girls, 12 to 6.
November 13. Principal Horne, Mr.
Reynolds and Mr. Foxall attended
meeting at Durham to arrange for the
debating league. The question for de-
bate chosen is: ‘Resolved, That the
principle of the open shop should be
maintained in all manufacturing in-

dustries.”’

A star is never lost
We once have seen.
We always may be
What we might have been.
—KE. B. Browning.

This verse, written a long time ago,
is just as true today. <A star can never
be lost we once have seen, and we al-
ways have a fighting chance to be what
we might have been. Let me tell you
how this verse helped one worn-out, dis-
couraged man.

Let us suppose that in a little country
town there lives an elderly gentleman
and his son. The son has just reached
his twenty-fifth birthday. He has been
through one of the leading preparatory
schools and graduated from one of the
large New England colleges. For the
last two years he has been in France, in
answer to his country’s call; but now
he is at home. His father is overjoyed
at seeing him. He does everything in
his power to give him a good time, and
the boy appreciates it, or seems to.

The townspeople all tell the father
what a noble son he has, and the father
is justly proud of the son.

But the time soon comes for the boy
to begin his life’s work. He must
choose a vocation. The father is the
president of the only bank the town af-
fords. He, of course, takes it for granted
that the boy will follow in his footsteps.
He will come into the bank and learn the

business from the bottom up, and then
will be in a position to fill his father’s
place when the time comes. The father
doesn’t want to hurry the boy. He must
be thoroughly recovered from his dread-
ful experiences in France. He said that
when the boy got ready he could start
in with his work. Meanwhile he
wouldn’t hurry him.

But the boy had other plans for his
future. ‘“‘He just couldn’t bear to stick
around in this old burg all the rest of his
natural life. No, sir! He would go to
New York, where progress was possible,
where all the great men of the world got
their start. He knew what he was fitted
for. He would go into the banking busi-
ness. Of course he would have to start
out on a small scale; but he was am-
bitious, and success would be sure to
come to him. What chance would he
have in his father’s bank, even if he were
president? The salary was only four
thousand dollars a year. What was that
in these days, where a man with a salary
less than $10,000 a year is not con-
sidered?

He dreaded to tell his father of his de-
cision. ‘‘The governor has been white to
me,’’ he said; ‘“‘but I’ve simply got to go.
I must amount to something, and my
chances are all in New York.

At last the time came; the boy felt
that he could not put it off any longer.
He must talk it over with his father.

Of course the father was greatly sur-
prised and disappointed. All his plans
for his son were sent glimmering. He
talked with the boy and pleaded with
him; but the boy was obstinate, his mind
was made up. At last the father saw
that nothing more could be said. The
boy must pass out of his life.

Before he left, the father told him of
the dangers of New York, of the lone-
someness which he would feel. Discour-
agements might come to him more than
he could bear. His father told him to
have courage, to keep his eye on a star,
his ideal; and then he recited this little

10 THE PINKERTON CRITIC

verse to him, written by Elizabeth Bar-
-rett Browning:

A star is never lost
You once have seen.
You always may be
What you might have been.

The boy appreciated his father’s advice
and warning; but he sort of laughed at
the verse. He was not poetic and hated
to read anything written in verse. He
didn’t get a thing out of the four lines,

He arrived in New York in a drizzly
rain-storm. Everything was damp, and
the wind chilled him to the bone. It
took him three hours to find a lodging-
place, which was a hall bedroom with one
window in it, looking out upon a narrow
alley. Everything looked dark to him
then.

“But in the morning things will look
brighter,’ he said.

He spent the next day in looking for
employment, and in ten days after reach-
ing New York he found an unimportant
job in a bank. He received ten dollars
a week. After working for six months,
and getting no advancement, he got a lit-
tle discouraged; and after being there for
five years, his salary had been slowly in-
creased to twenty-five dollars a week.

However, the bank soon combined with
another bank and the boy was dropped.

Of course he found employment, but
the pay was lower. After ten years in
that bank he was receiving but thirty
dollars a week. After fifteen years in
the same bank he became an assistant
payving-teller at a salary of thirty-five dol-
lars a week. He rose no higher. His
shoulders had long since started to drop.
He became an old man at forty-five. His
ambition was gone. He was ashamed to
return to his father. He often thought
of him nowadays.

One evening he happened to recall the
verse his father had recited to him the
day before he left:

A star is never lost
We once have seen.
We always may be
What we might have been.

This time he saw the verse in its true
light. He analyzed it. He compared
the star to his ambition. When he was
a boy he thought that his ambition was
to be a success in New York, but really
all the time he had wanted to be a suc-
cess in his own home town—to be a com-
fort to his father and to have his father
justly proud of him.

Oh, if he only dared to go back! But
pride held him. He couldn’t go back
and say that he had been a failure.

But he repeated the verse to himself
again:

We always may be
What we might have been.

He might have been a pleasure to his
father in his old age, and he might have
been a _ suecess. But could he now?
Would those words hold true in his case?
He did not even know whether his father
was still alive. He couldn’t quite make
up his mind whether to follow the advice
in these four lines or to continue his aim-
less existence.

That night he had dreams. Little
voices seemed to say to him:
You may still be
What you might have been.
He couldn’t shake them off. At last
he could stand it no longer. He got un

then: and there and solemnly promised
himself that he would go back. He
would cast his pride aside and ‘‘be what
he might have been.’’

That morning he went to the bank and
told the man in charge that he was
through. The man was dumbfounded.
He expected that the boy would stay at
the bank until death or else until he
would be put on a pension. He noticed

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a new light in the boy’s eyes. His
shoulders had unconsciously thrown back
in their normal position.

The man in charge asked him ‘what
had gotten into him?’ The boy laughed
and said that he had just begun to see

himself. He winked at the man and
passed out of the building. He packed
what little clothes he possessed and

started for the station. In about three
hours he found himself on the railroad
station platform of his own home town.
He saw that the bank was still there;
but it had changed some. Everything
about it looked prosperous. The boy
wondered if his father was still president.

He walked up to the teller and asked
to see the bank president. He did not
dare ask for his father. He was admit-
ted into the private office. There sat his
father; he was still the president. But
the years had left their mark on him. He
didn’t recognize his son. The years had
made a greater change in the boy than
in the man.

The boy stood there for a full minute;
his words failed him. At last he said:

A star is never lost
We once have seen;
We always may be
What we might have been.

Thus the father and the son were
brought together. The remaining years
of their lives were spent together happily
for both of them. It is needless to say
that the boy was a success and that the
father was justly proud of his son.

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Alumni Notes

1911 Captain and Mrs. R. C. L. Graham
(1911) announce the arrival of Sylvia
Georgianna at Coblenz, Germany, on
August 7, 1920.

1888 Miss Edna A. Clark of Washing-

ton, D. C., spent a few days at the
Academy early in November. Miss
Clark came north to cast her ballot,
Tuesday, November 7.

1887 Robert L. O’Brien, editor and pub-
lisher of the ‘‘Boston Herald,” deliv-
ered the anniversary address at Dart-
mouth College early in the fall term.

1917 Howard :H.° Clark entered the
Freshman class at Dartmouth College
in September. He was granted a schol-
arship.

1919 Archie Hepworth entered’ the
Freshman class at Harvard College in
September. Hepworth was quarterback
of his Freshman Dormitory team, the
team that won the championship of
Freshman Dormitories. Hepworth
was granted a Price Greenleaf Schol-
arship for this year.

1919 Francis I. Enstin is teaching
school in Derry. He hopes to enter
Brown University next year.

1919 Lorna Stockdale of Mount Holyoke
College, class of 1923, won the prize
for best work in Latin composition
and sight reading in the Freshman
class. Miss Stockdale was also one of
the two selected from her class for the

‘ Freshman debating team.

1919 Ruth Reynolds entered Radcliffe
College in September. Miss Reynolds
received “honors” for the _ especially
good grades received in the College
Entrance Examination Board examina-
tions in June.

1919 Helen Worledge was appointed in-
structor in swimming at the summer
session of the Keene Normal School.

1920 The following members of the
class of 1920 are continuing their edu-
cation: Bryant & Stratton Business
College, Miss Marion Aiken and Miss
Edna Berry; P. G. work at Academy,
Miss Eleanor Alexander, Loren Bailey,
Miss Marie Barker, Albert Bolduc,

12 THE PINKERTON CRITIC

Sydney Garland, Miss Frances Hoyt,
Miss Edith Lynch, Miss Ellen Mitch-
ell, Miss Ruth Severance, Bernard Wa-
son; teaching school, Miss Marguerite
Alley, Miss Ivilla Corliss, Miss Ellen
Fortier, Miss Florence Garland, Miss
Louise Maguire, ‘Miss Ethel Hawley,
Miss Hazel Plummer; at New Hamp-
shire State College, Joseph Bradbury
Bartlett, Jr., Wayne Condon, Aaron
Goodrich and Roland Ranney; at Mt.
Holyoke College; Miss Florence Carter;
at Boston University, Charles Oak;
at Billings College, Murry Dean San-
born; at Radcliffe College, Miss
Bertha Schultz; at Dartmouth College,
Casper Whitney; at Massachusetts
Agricultural College, James Lowell
Williams.

1919 Miss Irma Alice Rogers is attend-
ing the Lesley Normal and Kindergar-

ten Training School at Cambridge,
Mass.

1917 and 1918 George Clifton Ray,
"17, and Agnes Natalie Haseltine, 18
were married at South Braintree,
Mass., on November 23. Mr. and Mrs.

Ray will make their home in London-
derry.

The Boys’ Glee Club

At the beginning of the school year
some of the boys of the school were hop-
ing to have a boys’ glee club for this year.
They asked Mr.. Horne, and after talk-
ing it over with the boys, he said that
he was willing for them to go ahead if
enough boys would sign up for it. A few

mornings after that, Mr. Horne handed.

“

out slips of paper to be signed by the boys
who wanted to join the club and would
sincerely try to be constant in their at-
tendance at the meetings. No one was
sure how many boys would sign the slips,
but when they were counted fifty boys
had signed their names. This is a very
good record, and we hope that all fifty of
the boys will be present at every meeting.
We had our first meeting November 16,
during the first period. This meeting
was for the purpose of organizing. The
following officers were chosen: President,
Goldsmith, ’21; vice-president, Emerson,
*21; secretary and treasurer, H. Bartlett,
°23; librarian, Fitts, ’21; assistant li-
brarians, Morrison, ’23, and Bogle, ’22.
Miss Cutts is our director and is willing
to help us in every way she can. We ap-
preciate this, and I feel sure that every
one of us will show our appreciation by
responding to Miss Cutts’ wishes, thereby
making her work easier for her. Lucy
Barker has gladly offered her services to
us by saying that she would be our pia-
nist. She will have a lot of work to do
at the piano, but we feel sure that she
will be of great help. Miss Cutts, at our
meeting, had us sing a hymn: then, by

having us sing scales, picked out the bass

and tenor voices, making but one separa-
tion the first day. There are a number
of boys who, because of the change com-
ing in their voices, will not be able to
sing a tenor or a bass part, but there is
a place for them, which Miss Cutts will
assign later. We made a good start,
boys, and everyone expects us to have a
good glee club. Let’s go to it with a
Spirit and make our conduct such at the
meetings that will insure progress in our
work. ‘

CO. Aw G., 23;

rates Holdawt

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nae 3)—“T think AY’ Pe

723, would win in the contest if the air
was to be made blue with slang.’’
Mr. G2—“T think you’d ring in second.”’

Mr. eal 2)—‘‘What is a synonym
for ‘ce feet’ 7
ee ty around the ankles.”’

A - 3—‘‘Bowlegs are nearer arcs
than angles!”’ . y

Mr. G. (Eng. Nhe is so cute

='9

he is clever.”’

Miss sale oe Latin 4)—‘‘She

hung from his shoulders.’’

Mr. RYWAlg. 1, explaining a new kind
of example)—‘‘You can’t collect ‘A’ and

‘B’ any more than you can collect legs |

and chairs.’’
Pupil (aside)—‘‘No, you can’t collect
them but you can connect them.”’

vee CiveMr cWe*tn shorthand

. *)

exam.)—‘“‘Papa, is that a proper noun?”

—

Miss M (translating Latin 4)—‘‘These
are fit rewards of praise.’’

Be 721—‘“‘Where did you get your
Tit?

Wanted—A woman with one tooth to
bite holes in doughnuts.

History 4 (M. Blake telling about the
colonization of Virginia)——‘‘A lot of the
men died ae Ne of starvation.”’

Mr. wh (Agr. 3 and 4)—‘‘Brown, what
do you dip hen’s legs in to exterminate
mites that cause sealy leg?”

Wi BY ’22—‘Familiar hide.”

Miss ayer ail ie are the

prop vet water?’’
R¢ 8S: Andie 7 is an odorless gas.’’
sa B

Wanted—Man
mash potatoes.’’

with wooden leg _ to

Equilibrium is something in your head
that makes you keep your balance. It is
located in your ear.

Mr. G”(History 4)—‘“If you must talk,
whisper!”’

Miss TY (typewriting 2, telling about
fixing the machines)—‘‘Well, I’ve sent to
Boston for a man, but I don’t know
whether I will get one or not.”

Teacher—‘‘You have been very naughty,
and I am going to keep you after school
an hour every day this week.”

Loren B&*‘Well, I don’t care for my-
self, but ain’t you afraid folks will talk?”

The reason a man has so many more
pockets than a woman is because his col-
lar is so tight he can’t put anything down
his shirt-front.

Tenderfoot—‘‘Why do they have knots.

on the ocean instead of miles?’’

First Class Scout—‘‘Well, you _ see,
they couldn’t have the ocean tide if there
were not knots.”’

She—“‘T’d hate to be that man coming
down with the parachute.”

He—“‘‘I’d hate to be that man without
ite:

‘Mother, may I a riding go?”’
“Yes, my sweet Lucille;

But give your friend this sound advice,
Keep one hand on the wheel.’’

All forms of love, I know ’tis true,
Are bound to cause a quake or two;
But still I’m betting
The most upsetting
Is love in a canoe.

M. N., ’24 (Eng. 1, talking about Edi-
son’s inventions)——‘‘Edison invented the
only thing that will take the place of a
woman.”’ Ri

Mer W SS AST,
tepid ter 27h
ces *21—‘“‘Weak water.’’

3 and 4)—‘“‘What is

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Miss T2“‘Class, be sure and get a
vertical slant to your writing.’’

Bd) ae know, I’ve studied

so sy ’'ve busted my brains.”
M.”B.“?20—‘I should think you would
blister your tongue talking so much.”

Why are girls employed in watch fac-
tories? To make faces.

This Never Took Place at Glee Club
Rehearsal.

Musician—‘‘There are songs that have
never died.”

Eustis—‘‘That is true. For the past
six months and upwards my daughter has
been trying to kill two or three, but they

never, never die.”’

ing. 2 (reading, ‘‘In the closest of all
relations, that of love,’’ etc.) D+ KK,
723, read it—‘‘In the closet of all rela-
tions, that of love.

Mr. 7 ne 4)—‘‘How do we

disinfect_chickens?’’
wt pte: 2s
W2B.) ’22—‘‘Powder the hens.”
Mr. W.—‘‘Don’t you powder the chick-
ens also? I’ve seen more. chickens
powdered than hens.”

A little boy was asked to write a theme
containing 250 words. ‘‘One day my un-
cle started out for town. His car broke
down when he was just a little ways from
town. This is about 20. The other 230
are what my uncle said on his way back
home.”’

yee ;
Mr. G° (giving illustration in Eng. 2)
—‘‘Oh, wonderful door-knob, thou re-

mindest me of the heads of some people.”

Boy to Girl Playmate—‘‘Whatcher
think? <A flea done gone up ma sleeve.’’

Girl—“‘Dat ain’t nuffin; a sewing ma-
chine done run up the inside of ma
dress.”

Yee

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I used to think I knew I knew
But now I must confess

The more I know I know I know —
I know I know the less.

Little words of wisdom,
Little words of bluff,

Make the teacher tell us:
“Sit down, that’s enough.”

Miss ae Re, want you

to strive for real round ovals.”’

Wanted—A woman to sew buttons on
the third floor.

Mr. G. (History 4)—‘‘How long did
George III reign?”’

M. B., ’21—‘‘Why, until he died, didn’t
he?’*2U-2+.
pone

aS ae 8 ais ae
Mr. G” (giving an example of a sen-

tence)—“‘‘The school is going to turn out
for a celebration. Now, of course, it does
not mean the school is goin to turn wrong
side out; it’s the students.’’

Professor’s Wife—“I read in the paper
of a case where a man ran away with a
girl. I would like to see a man run away
with me.”

Professor—‘‘So would I.”’

She—‘‘I wish I could improve my
dancing.”’

He—“‘The feeling is mutual.’’

pe

Mr. {Go Ce eS hands of the
clock, how slowly you move around the
end of the period.’’

Bulldog for Sale.—Gentle; will eat

anything; very fond of children.’’

‘ Rpeee A ce Hee lear oy
a, L2” 21 (French III)—‘Veux-tu

t’asseoir a moncote pour un petit mo-
ment?” ‘Will you sit on my hat for a
minute?’’

You can always tell a senior, he’s so se-
dately gowned;

You can always tell a junior by the way
he hops around.

You can always tell a freshman by his
timid looks, and such;

You can always tell a sophomore,
you cannot tell him much.

Neite
- WORF, ’21 (Spanish II)—El pajaro ar-
rebato la hebilla en el ebrano. ‘‘The bird
grabbed the buckle in his ivory teeth.”

Mr. ay ae.

- (reading theme in Eng. 4)—“I
lay upon my bed trying to discover the
moment when I would fall asleep.’’

Mr. ie (told by class that Miss

Chase was absent)——‘Oh, is she? Well,
you see I’ve lost my seating arrangement.”’

but

A. B:,; ’22 (French 2)—‘‘Je vais at-
tacher la grise a la porte.” “I am going
to hitch the gray mare to the door.”’

“Well, my little man, how would you
like your hair cut?”’

“Just like my dad’s, with a round hole
on top.’’

Oh, Helen!

“A man on first and third,” he said.
““Here’s where we work the squeeze.”

“Oh, Tommy dear, not right out here!
It is too public—please!”’

16 THE PINKERTON CRITIC

The House's Story

~ It was a stormy night in January.
The snow and wind made everyone keep
close to the stove. Outside, a man with
his little dog was making his way
through the storm, looking for shelter.
It was a lonely road and no lights any-
where.

It was slow walking through the snow
several inches deep and now a foot. The
man was poorly dressed, unshaven and
had the appearance of a tramp, but some-
thing about him seemed to speak of bet-
ter times.

The two travelers plodded on until
they saw a dark shape ahead. They made
their way to this, hoping some _ kind-
hearted person would take them in. As
they neared the house they found it to
be an old mansion that was just holding
its own from falling down in the awful
storm.

The man went to the door and tried
it, hoping it would open easily, and so
set out of that biting wind. It held, so
he tried a window and found one that had
the glass out. After putting the little
dog in first, he climbed in and felt his
way around and found a little furniture
and to his surprise a bed with a little
bed-clothing.

After he had shaken the snow off, he
climbed in and tried to go to sleep. The
little dog hopped in after him and cud-
dled close, to keep warm. As the man
lay there, with the old house creaking
Overhead and every board and beam
Shaking from the violence of the storm,
a voice seemed to speak.

At first it was a low mumble, and the
man thought he was dreaming; but the
voice grew louder until the man heard
these words:

“IT am an old, old house. I was built
before the Revolution, when the white
men and Indians fought, and ended with
the white men winning. The man who
built me was a general under Washing-

ton, and he had a wonderful family—
three girls and four boys, every one a
child to be proud of.

‘When volunteers were called for to
fight against the English, the father told
his wife that the colonies needed him and
he must go. Tearful partings were said
and the father rode away.

“The boys watched their father with
varying emotions; all wanted to go, too.
A month passed by and the father came
back and said that every loyal son of
America should carry a gun and fight
against the hateful English tyrants.

“To the delight of the four boys, they
set out with their father to join the
army. It was very reluctantly that the
mother allowed the youngest to go, for he
was only fourteen.

“Months rolled on and the mother and
girls kept sewing clothing for the
soldiers and did everything to add com-
fort to the poor men in the half clothed
army.

“One day a man rode past and told
the girls about a terrible battle that had
taken place at Long Island and the Brit-
ish soldiers had killed many men and
hundreds of others were captured.

“When the mother asked about their
men they were told that the youngest had
been severely wounded and it was doubt-
ful if he lived and that the boy older was
helping to get him home.

“Immediately the girls hitched up

their only horse and started for Long

Island, hoping to
wounded boy.

‘A few hours later they returned and
he was dead. There were no tears now,
only sad faces, with determined looks to
drive the tyrants from American shores.

“The next day he was buried, with a
simple ceremony, and _ the third son
started off for the army. More time went
on and news of other battles came, but
none came of the other boys
wounded or killed.

“Later came the news that the Ameri-
cans were retreating on the same road

catch up to the

being

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and they would be near home in a short
time. The girls made ready to receive
a large number of men, cooking and find-
ing places for them to sleep, and you
are lying on the same bed the general
slept on that night.”

For awhile the story seemed to stop
and all that could be heard was the roar-
ing wind and the snow beating against
the house. The dog was trembling all
over and drew closer to his master, and
the master seemed dazed. Then the
story seemed to go on once more.

“The Continental army camped al
‘about me and the fires burned all night.
The next day came the news that the Eng-
lish were only a mile away. The Ameri-
cans began to form a battle line and find
protection from behind trees.

“As the British rounded the curve and
saw me standing in the clearing, they be-
gan hurrying faster, and hardly had they
gotten out of the woods when the Ameri-
cans began firing and the British began
falling.

“Stray bullets imbedded themselves in
me. I didn’t care, if they only avenged
the death of the youngest boy. The Brit-
ish were falling so fast I couldn’t count
them. Then the colonists came out from
behind their hiding-places and hardly an
Englishman escaped, but the next to the
oldest boy of my family had been hurt.

“They brought him in and took care
of him and found his left leg would have
to be amputated. It was a sad sight to
see the poor boy lie there, never murmur-
ing or showing any signs of pain as they
took it off. He was one of the brave
men who freed this country for you.

“The American army passed on, and
then came the news of victory after vic-
tory; and finally the news of the English
army boxed up in Yorktown, with no
chance of escape. With this report
came the news that the youngest boy liv-
ing had been captured, spying in the
enemy’s camp. It was sad news, for he
had the papers on him that proved him
a spy, and hardly any hope of his being
freed.

'““A few days later a man rode by, yell-
ing, ‘Cornwallis has surrendered. There
was a quiet rejoicing, yet the memory
of the youngest and the one who had lost
his leg saddened the occasion.

“About a month later the oldest son,
with his father, returned and when asked
for the other boy, was told he had been
shot before the firing squad. As the war
was practically over, the boys stayed at
home, while the father went back to his
command.

“Two or three weeks later a ragged-
looking man walked up the road and
knocked. <A girl went to the door, gave
one look and screamed. The rest of the
family rushed to her and then looked at
the man. It was the boy who was to be
shot for spying.

“When his story had been told it was
found he had escaped about an hour be-
fore they called to lead him out, and it
took a long time before he could try to
get out in the open without being seen.
Then peace was signed and the fathe>
came home and the girls were married.

“Those marriages were jolly times. I
was turned nearly upside down by the
guests. I didn’t care; the war was 0\
and a good man for President made me
feel like walking right off from my
foundations.

“Years rolled by and many little chil-
dren have played in my halls, and now I
am going by. Ten, twenty, twenty-five
years have I stood now, and you are the
first person I have sheltered.
how feel you will be the last.’

With a start the man woke up. The
Sun was shining in the broken windo ~
The man got up and climbed out the win-
dow, but found the wind was still blow-
ing; but he decided to go on, the little
dog following in his tracks.

Behind them they heard a slight noise;
turning, they saw the old mansion waver,
then fall to the earth with a loud crash.
The prophesy had been true.
the last to stay there.

I some-

They were
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18 THE PINKERTON CRITIC

-— Appearances are Deceitful

It was a warm morning in August.
Jack Lynn sat at his desk at the office
putting down his work accurately, but his
mind was far from it. He and four of
his chums had planned to take their girl
friends canoeing on the river that after-
noon; but, at the last minute, Jack’s girl
-friend was to be out of the city. When
the other fellows heard this they were,
of course, sorry, and each was glad that
it wasn’t his own misfortune. But Jack
told them to go, just as they had
planned. He complained of a _ head-
ache, but secretly he resolved to show
them that his good time would not be
spoiled by one girl and that he would
get a girl and a canoe for that afternoon.

This morning as he was adding up the
figures on his neatly arranged books he
was wondering just how and where he
could get the girl and ‘‘put one over” on
his companions.

At noon, when he went out to lunch,
his mind was still on the same subject.
As he was going through the park he
came across a dainty parasol on the walk
and as he picked it up he saw a girl run-
ning towards him. She seemed _ very
friendly and thanked him for his kind-
ness. She had been sitting on one of the
benches and had walked on, forgetting
her parasol, which had blown across the
walk, she explained. The girl was very

attractive and _ stylishly dressed and
seemed in no hurry to go on.
As Jack talked with her, a sudden

thought came to him—this girl might go
canoeing with him. He lost no time in
asking her, and all at once she became
very shy, but finally consented to go
with him; and although she would not
give him her address, promised to meet
him at the park at the time he chose.
She gave her name as Phyllis Ainsworth.

Jack hurried on to lunch, full of glee,
and later went to his rooms to get ready
for the afternoon. He simply couldn’t

keep this girl waiting for him. How he
chuckled to himself as he thought of how
the fellows had pitied him; he would
show them the best-looking girl in the
bunch.

At the appointed hour he hurried down
to the park and found Phyllis looking
even more fascinating in a different cos-
tume. Jack felt so proud when he came
to meet the rest of his friends. He tried
to be very matter-of-fact in introducins
Phyllis, but he could not keep the joy
from his face. His chums all smiled very
pleasantly, but Jack did not like their
smiles; there seemed to be something be-
hind them, he could not tell what.

Very soon there were five more canoes
seen on the river among the already
large number. This was just the kind of
a day for canoeing, and the young: people
seemed to realize it.

As Jack paddled slowly along the side
of the river, it seemed to him as if all
the men in the other canoes glanced at '
him as if to say, ‘Lucky chap!” Phyllis
was a very good talker and they kept up
a lively conversation all afternoon, only

’ Jack could not induce her to tell him a

word about herself.

When it came time to leave the river,
Jack felt that he had had the most won-
derful afternoon of his life. Phyllis
would not allow him to take her home
because her mother did not approve, she
told him. So Jack, with many thanks,
left her in the park and hurried along
alone.

That night as he was thinking it all
over in his room he wondered just how
many hours he had spent on the river,
but as he put his hand in his pocket to
draw out his watch—it was gone! He
couldn’t imagine how he could have lost
it. He was still puzzling over its strange
disappearance when he discovered that-
his weekly pay envelope, which he had
received that noon, was also gone. He
became very much alarmed at this, but
it was too late to do anything about it
that night.

THE PINKERTON CRITIC 19

Early the next morning Jack, think-
ing he might have dropped the things in
the canoe, hastened down town. On the
corner he stopped to buy a paper and as
.he was looking over the headlines on the
front page, he was attracted by these
lines—‘“‘Girl Arrested for Shoplifting—
Gave Name as Phyllis Ainsworth.” Jack
stopped and read the lines over once
more, and then he turned slowly around.
Why go to the boathouse now?

He went to the office as usual. His
mind was full of the incident of the pre-
vious day. He not only thought of the
watch and money; that was only half of
the disappointment. He could not help
thinking, ‘“‘Appearances are surely de-
ceitful.”’ ly Pea Dy a

H? Ee bat

Bobby's Temptation

Bobby was a very mischievous little
boy, and he was “all boy.’’ He loved to
watch the, big boys ‘play football and
baseball, and he was determined that
some day he would also play those games.
But neither football nor baseball was in
his mind at the time of my story. It
was Saturday and cooking day, he fully
realized this; and his mother had gone
away.

Why is it that thoughts will come into
your mind and you can’t help but think
of them? If you had asked Bobby, he
would have shaken his little head, for
Bobby did not understand. He tried not
to think of these lovely pies his mother
had made that morning, but in his mind
he could even see them on the shelves.

He knew very well what was wrong
and what was right; his mother ‘had
often told him, and he knew very well,
to touch one of those pies would be
wrong. But the temptation was _ too
great, and at last he went into the pantry.
As it happened, one pie was all cut, and
he had just got one good, big piece safely

in his hand when he looked upon the wall
and saw a big motto, which read, “‘Thou
shalt not steal.’’ He knew what that
meant, so he started to: put the pie back
on the plate, when he glanced to the
other wall and read another motto:
“God helps those who help themselves.’’

Bobby ate the pie and tried to make
himself believe that he did right because
the second sign explained; but he had a
hard time that evening to make his
mother understand his viewpoint of the
sign.

I believe I am safe in adding that he
will not help himself to pie again with-

out first consulting mother. By experi-
ence he learned that there are two sides
to every quotation. a

Rote 8.2 120:

Cheerfulness

Cheerfulness, although we do not al-

ways realize it, is one of the most dyna-

mic powers of life. It is a habit which,
if cultivated, proves to be one of the
greatest fortunes an individual can pos-
sess. The great writer, Lytton, said:
“Tf there is a virtue in the world at
which we should always aim it is Cheer-
fulness.”’

How happy is the man who has learned
to get happiness, not from ideal condi-
tions, but from the actual ones about
him! The person who has mastered the
secret of content will not wait for condi-
tions about which he has often dreamed,
will not wait until next year or the year
after, when he has become rich, but will
make the most out of life today, and as
it is,

Cheerfulness is a virtue which we can
always carry with us, in our work and
in our play. The man who makes the
biggest success of living is the one who
has learned to carry a smiling face and
a cheery heart into his business life. This
kindly disposition and cheerful manner
and a desire to create a pleasant feeling

20) THE PINKERTON CRITIC

and spread good cheer among those with
whem he associates makes the work turn
out easier and better.

There is nothing but ill fortune in a
habit of grumbling. If you dislike your
position, complain to no one; fill the
place as it was never filled before and
show that you are truly worthy of better
things. Express yourself in this manner
as often as possible, for it is the only way
that will count.

None of us have ever found the world
quite as we would like it to be. If the
work needs doing and you can do it, never
mind about the other one who ought to
have done it and didn’t; do it yourself,
but don’t grumble about it. Do it cheer-
fully and you will find that it is not really
hard work but good fun.

Many people sing at their work and
find that by so doing they are easing their
load. Sing while your work is the hard-
est and see what happens. You will for-
get your weariness, forget your trouble,
and find that your tiny ray of sunshine
has enlarged and is brightening the dark-
est of days. Let us say with the great
Carlyle: ‘‘,. oh, give us the man
who singsi at his work! He will do more
in the same time, he will do it better, he
will persevere longer. One is scarcely
Sensible of fatigue whilst he marches to
music, Wondrous is the strength of
cheerfulness, altogether past calculation
its power of endurance.”

A sunny disposition is also conducive
to good health. <A high medical author-
ity states that “excessive labor, exposure
to wet and cold, deprivation of sufficient
quantities of necessary food, habitual bad
lodging, sloth and intemperance are all
deadly enemies of human life, but they
are none of them so bad as violent and
ungoverned passions,” and that “in-
Stances are very rare in which people of
irascible tempers live to extreme old
age.’’

We should also consider our sense of
humor. People differ very much in that

phase. As some are deaf to certain
sounds and blind to certain sights and
colors, so there are those who seem deaf
and blind to certain pleasures. What
makes you and I laugh will not move
them at all.

Is it not worth while to make an effort
to see the funny side of our slight annoy-
ances? Everyone likes a man who can
enjoy a laugh at his own expense. If
you laugh at yourself, other people wil!
not laugh at you.

We forget sometimes that it is not
wealth and riches that bring our happi-
ness. Our homes should be the very hap-
piest places in our lives. Some of the
havpiest homes, ideal homes, where intel-
ligence, peace and harmony dwell, have
been homes of poor people. One cheer-
ful, bright and centented spirit in a home
will uplift the tone of the rect. The key-
note of the home is in the hand of the
resolutely cheerful member of the fam-
ily; he will set the pitch for the rest.
How often we do not show our love by
kind and cheery deeds, how often we fail
to express our appreciation for the bless-
ing of our home. It is the greatest ge-
erot of the happy home to express the af-
fection that you really have.

Sydney Smith says: ‘‘To love, and to be
loved, is the greatest happiness of exist-
ence.”’

In a time of trouble it is difficult for
us to see much brightness in the world;
even the sunniest disposition clouds over
and often becomes sad under a weight of
misfortune and sorrow. Perhaps in such
a time, if we should remember the fol-
lowing poem, ‘we could become brighter
and better: |

“Why don’t you laugh, young man, when
troubles come,
Instead of sitting ’round so sour and
glum?
You cannot have all play,
And sunshine every day.
When troubles come, I Say, why don’t
you laugh?

THE PINKERTON CRITIC 21

“Why don’t you laugh and make us all
laugh, too,
And keep us mortals all from feeling
blue?
A laugh will always win;
If you can’t laugh, just grin—
Come on, let’s all join in! Why don’t
you laugh?”’

Let us all practice the joyous habit of
laughing. No harm can come from it and
it brings to all so much comfort and good
cheer.

One of the greatest mistakes of life is
to save our smiles, pleasant words and

sympathy for those of ‘four set’’ or for
those not now with us, and fer times
other than the present. Now is. the

time for pleasant words, for smiles, for
helpful deeds; we must look after our
friends of today before we begin tomor-
row’s tasks.

He indeed is getting the most happi-
ness out of life who does his utmost to
find the good in man, to bring it to light
and strengthen it with a cheery, helpful
heart.

“Let’s find the sunny side of men,
Or be believers in it;
A light there is in every soul
That takes the pains to win it.
Oh! there’s a slumbering good in all,
And we perchance may wake it;
Our hands contain the magic wand.
This life is what we make it,”

—

ooh ea 791.

“All Aboard For Europe”

One day in August, as my friend
Gwendolyn Ray and I were sitting in the
drawing-room of her country home at
Newport, she told me that in a few weeks
she and her brother Bob were going to
start on a trip to Europe in an aeroplane.
She asked me if I would like to go with
them, and as I had never been across the

sea, I told her that I would like to go
very much.

One bright morning in the early part
of September Gwendolyn and I put on our
aviation suits and boarded the aeroplane
which was to carry us to Europe in a day
and a half. After we had seen that our
baggage was safely fixed in another aero-
plane, we started to go up, and before
long we found ourselves high above the
clouds. Bob and Gwendolyn had ridden
in an aeroplane before, but as it was my
first ride in one, it was all very new and
interesting to me.

We had been sailing along smoothly
for some time, when suddenly the engine
began to knock and we could go no faster
than twenty-five miles an hour. Our
driver, who knew where we were, told us
that we would be obliged to land and
that he would leave us to guess for our-
selves where we were. We began to de-
scend and in a few minutes we landed
in a large meadow, in the midst of a
small village, which was inhabited by a
very dark-skinned people, who appar-
ently had never seen an aeroplane or a
white person before.

Gwendolyn and I had no idea where we
were, and while Bob and the driver were
repairing the machine we decided to look
around a little. We went into one of the
low, thatched-roof houses and found an
old woman in there, making dishes and
contentedly smoking a pipe. She left her
work for a minute and began to talk in
her native tongue to a small boy who was
sitting on the floor. He made some re-
nly to what she said to him and then got
up and handed each of us a dish made of
clay, containing something which we had
neither seen nor heard of before. We
thought that we must eat it in order to
be polite, and we found out that it was
some kind of a dried melon and thought
that it must be one of their native foods.
We did not stay there very long but
walked around the village. Some men
were working in the sugar and wheat
fields; the women were grinding corn and

22 THE PINKERTON CRITIC

making it into cakes, while the children
played and talked among themselves.

We went back to the aeroplane and
found that it was ready to go cn, and as
we were still wondering where we were,
our driver told us that we were in Nainti,
which' was a very small village in Cuba:
After we had eaten our lunch, we started
on again and sailed all day and all night.
The next morning when we woke up we
could see no land at all, and although
the sun was shining, it was rather misty
above the clouds. About noon we began
to go down, until we got a bird’s-eye view
of some village beneath us; and we soon
found out that it was a small village in
France.

We decided to go to Paris and stay
there a week, or until we had seen some
of the sights. We were pretty tired that
night, and after we had hired rooms at
the Hotel de Ville, we went to bed, in or
der to be ready to go sightseeing the
next day.

In the morning, after we had had our
breakfast, we got into an omnibus, which
was to take us around the city. First we
went to the Triumnphal Arch, which is the
largest arch of its kind in existence.
There was a beautiful park and driveway
all around the arch. There was a man
there to tell us about it, and he told us
that it was started in 1806 by Napoleon I,
to commemorate the battle of Austerlitz,
and that it was completed by Louis Phil-
lipe in 1836.

After we left the arch, we visited
L’Onera, which is the largest and most
beautiful theatre in the world. From there
we went to Mont Saint Michel, which
is a small island, a little to the west of
Paris. This island was a regular city in
itself and upon it was a very large monu-
ment, which is one of the most curious
mediaeval monuments in the world. We
were informed that this large building
was. originally used as a fortress, after-
wards as a prison, and that it is now a
monastery. After we had visited -all
parts of great interest, we went to the

poorer sections of the city, where we saw
the way that the peasants lived. They
appeared very indifferent and as if they
never intended to change their mode of
living in the least.

After we had been in Paris four days
we decided to continue our journey, as
we wished to visit England and Switzer-
land before going home. The next after-
noon we arrived in the city of Venice.
That evening we thought that we would
like to take a trip up the canal by moon-
light. We soon found that the method of
traveling on the water in Venice was
quite different than it is in the United
States. We got into a large, queer-
shaped boat called a gondola, which was
operated by four gondoliers, who wore
gaily colored costumes, just alike.

As we went along up the river, the
gondoliers sang songs in their native
tongues. When we were quite a ways up
the canal, which we learned was the
principal one in the city, we could look

pack at the brightly lighted city, which

looked very pretty. We arrived back at
the hotel at midnight, after having had
a very enjoyable ride.

The next day we prepared for a trip
to Mount Vesuvius. We went to the foot
of the mountain and found that it was
not unlike any other mountain. The
guide told us that many people often
went to the top. but we told him that the
base was far enough for us.

In the afternoon we went back to Ven-
ice and looked the city over. The shops
were queer, and most of them had draner-
ies of very brightly colored silks; and
the shopkeepers, who were mostly all
women, wore brightly colered silk tur-
bans. The peasant section of the city was
much less attractive than it had been in
Paris, the people being much less civi-
lized. Neither the houses nor the in-
habitants of them seemed very neat, and
the children, no matter how small, could
jabber just as fast as their mothers and
older brothers and sisters could.

The following day we left Venice and

THE PINKERTON CRITIC 23

went to London, where we made only a
short visit. While we were there we
made a visit to Westminster Abbey. We
found this church very beautiful as well
as interesting, and there were many other
travelers there besides ourselves. We
heard the chimes of the Abbey, which are
the most beautiful chimes in the world.
While we were there, we saw the graves
of John Milton, Chaucer, Addison, Brown-
ing and many other great men. We
found London a very busy and prosper-
ous city, although it was not quite up to
New York in improvements and amuse-
ments.

We stayed in England only two days,
as we wished to visit Switzerland before
we went home. We found the Swiss a
very neat, industrious people, and we
learned that many of them were occupied
in farming and goat-raising.

The second day of our. visit in
Switzerland we started early in the morn-
ing, took our alpine walking sticks and
started climbing the Alps. It was very
dificult climbing, and each person had a
rone tied around his waist and had it at-
tached to the one in front of him, to pre-
vent each one from falling.. When. we
reached the top of the mountains, we
found ourselves high above the clouds.
The mountains were snow-capped, al-
though it was early in October, and our
guide told us that the mountain peaks
were covered with snow even in the sum-
mer. From the ton of the mountains we
were -able to get a wonderful view of the
surrounding country,

Two days later, we started on our
homeward journey. We had enjoyed our
visit very much, more than we were able
to tell, and reached home without having
any mishaps. Although we had had a
fine trip, and had seen many wonderful
sights, we all decided that eon

plenty good enough for us. =| ee F
fee 721.

Revenge is Sweet !

Once upon a time an old owl lived up
in the top of a hollow tree. His -name
was ‘‘Hooty.”’

Now, Hooty had a baby owl, whose
name was “Billy.”’? Hooty loved Billy,
and spoiled him, as any father is apt to
spoil his only child.

Down in the bottom of this hollow tre?
lived a fox. This old fox was a sly one,
and he just loved little owls.

One day Hooty was obliged to go away

on business, and he told Billy to stay in
his nest or.the old fox would get him.
Billy promised, and his fond papa flew
away.
After the old owl had gone, the fox
came out of his den and said, ‘Hello,
Billy! Come on out on the big bough
and talk to me.’’

“Oh, no,” said Billy,
mustn’t.’’

“Aw, never mind what your papa says.
Come on out,” said the old fox. So Billy,
although he knew he ought not, came out
on the big bough.

“Oh, Billy!” exclaimed the old fox,
“what be-eutiful wings you have! Do try
to fly; so that I can see them.”

So foolish Billy tried to fiy. He fell
to the ground and the old fox grabbed
him up and ate him! And that was the
end of poor, foolish Billy! oF

When the old owl came home, he cried
for Billy; but no Billy could be found
At last he knew what had happened.
After weeping a time he flew off to his
friend Jack’s house, and told him all
about it. Jack promised to take his dogs
and hunt the old fox. b

In the morning Jack took his dogs, and
mounted. his horse, and hunted the old
fox. :

The old fox heard them coming. He
stopped. Then he made off as fast he
was able. He ran and ran, until his feet

“Papa said:, I

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24. THE PINKERTON CRITIC

grew sore. Then, just as he thought he
couldn’t run any more, he spied a hole in
a hollow tree and crawled into it.

The dogs could not find him! And
just as he thought he had ended the race,
the old owl flew up with a ‘‘Hoo! Hoo!
Hoo!” The dogs came to the tree and
killed the old fox. They bit off his head
and Jack cut off his tail. Then they went
home.

The old owl looked down where the
lifeless, headless, tailless fox lay—dead,
and he laughed as he flew away with a
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!” pore ie

+ Pee re bi)

fly Trip to Pennsylvania

Last summer, about the twenty-fifth
of June, I heard that the Mack Truck
Company wanted to hire men to go to
Pennsylvania to drive trucks back to
Boston, so another fellow and I went to
see them and got our names filed for the
next crew to go. A day or two after, I
got a telephone message, requesting that
my friend and I should report to go at
five o’clock. We went to the office and
got number plates charged to us, and
were told to report at the North Station
for the eleven p. m. train. We got on the
train and went to sleep and woke up the
next morning in New York, changed
trains and arrived in Pennsylvania about
noon, went to the hotel and got accom-
modations for the night. We got our
trucks ready to start early the next morn-
ing and left about six o’clock and drove
until eleven o’clock that night, stopping
just long enough for our meals. After
getting a good night’s rest we started
again about seven o’clock the next morn-
ing and arrived home that night about six
o’clock, being very thankful that we had,
as the cushions in the trucks seemed to

be getting hard. ee
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Q& Laugh

Perhaps on first thought you will say
that my subject is not a very deep one,
but I am sure that after considering it
awhile you will think it is worthy of your
attention. Before writing this paper I
looked in the dictionary to see just what
the word laugh really means, for there
are so many of our common words of
which we think we know the meaning, yet
the dictionary will give us many different
shades of meaning, and often a definition
of which we never dreamed. I found that
Webster gave no less than seven differ-
ent definitions for the word laugh. So
a laugh might express almost any emo-
tion—joy, cheerfulness, ridicule, sar-
casm, contempt, even grief; for I found
this old familiar saying, “‘To laugh out
of the other corner, or side, of the mouth;
to weep, to cry.” This quotation from
T. W. Robertson was also given: ‘That
man is a bad man who has not within
him the power of a hearty laugh.”

I want to say that by ‘a laugh’ I do
not mean a giggle; neither do I mean the
kind described as sardonic, nor the un-
kind laugh that seeks to make ridiculous
and so wounds the feelings of others. I
speak of a real laugh, that bubbles up
from a happy heart, or is provoked by
something worth laughing at. Perhaps
you will best understand just what I do
mean if I give you these lines from an
unknown author, which suggested m-~
subject: :

“A laugh is just like sunshine,
It freshens all the day.

It tips the peaks of life with light,
And drives the clouds away.”

I do not suppose that many would try
to contradict the statements made in
those four lines, for we all know how
much brighter the day seems when we
greet it with a laugh, and when we find
those with whom we associate in the

“same mood. We know also that even the
sunniest day is dull and gloomy when we
feel ugly and cross.

It is easy to laugh when we feel happy
and everything goes to suit us, but I won-
der how many of us try to laugh when
everything looks black and the world
seems upside down. ‘The first attempt
may be a failure, but we will do better
the next time, and the next, and we will
soon find that the little verse which I
quoted spoke truly. That a laugh is like
‘sunshine because it can break through
the darkest cloud.

A laugh is like sunshine because it
brightens the lives of others, for it is as
contagious as measles. If you laugh
your companion will usually laugh with
you, and he in turn will pass it on; and
everywhere it goes it carries sunshine
with it. When we realize how much
good a laugh may do for us and others,
should we not try to substitute it oftener
for the frowns and impatient words that
come so easily? Jean Ingelow Says:

“Tt is a comely fashion to be glad;
Joy is the grace we say to God.’’

Some of our best loved literary men
have been humorists, and they have done
and are still doing a great work for their
fellow-men. Things go wrong with us
all, and everyone has his troubles and
burdens to bear. Perhaps these troubles
may be of a very grave and _ serious
nature. Perhaps they may be the little
daily trials and annoyances that get on
our nerves and make us miserable. But
whatever may be our grief, our annoy-
ance, or our worry, who will not find
himself laughing, or smiling at the least,
if he spends half an hour with Mark
Twain, or in reading Lowell’s ‘Bigelow
Papers,” or ‘How the Old Horse Won
the Bet,” ‘Aunt Tabitha,’ ‘‘My Aunt,”’
or “The Height of the Ridiculous,” by
Oliver Wendell Holmes. When he has
finished, his troubles, whatever’ they
were, will not have vanished by any

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means, but they will not seem so big and
heavy. The world will seem a brighter
and better place to live in and he will
have more courage to take up his burden
again.

An unknown poet has said:

“A laugh is just like music,
It lingers in the heart;
And where its melody is heard
The ills of life depart.’’

I have read that during .the Civil War
there were times when Abraham Lincoln
feared that he would either break down
or lose his reason because of the cares,
worries and anxieties that crowded upon
him. He had a friend who was great at
telling funny stories, and, as you know,
Lincoln always enjoyed a good _ joke.
When the burdens of the great President
seemed more than he could bear he sent
for this friend. In listening to his sto-
ries and laughing at his jokes the terri-
ble nervous strain relaxed, and Abraham
Lincoln was able to again face, with a
clear head and steady hand, the trying
duties of his position. It is said that no
man in the United States did better sery-
ice for his country during those trying
years than this same friend of- Lincoln.

Why is it that many of our public
speakers, when they have a very im-
portant message to deliver, will spend the
first ten or fifteen minutes of their valu-
able time telling jokes? You might al-
most think that time was wasted, but the
speaker knows it has been well spent.
He knows that after his audience has
laughed with him for ten minutes, it is
in sympathy with him; he has its atten-
tion and he is sure that it will listen to
the real message that he has to bring.

Some wise man has said that in the
battle of life, as in the regular army, only
a few generals and commanding officers
are needed, but a great number of the
rank and file. Possibly few of us may be
able to make for ourselvces a great name
or accomplish great things in the world.
We may be so handicapped physically, or

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mentally, that even if we try our very
best, we may fall far short of our am-
bitions.

But there is no one who cannot wear
a pleasant face and who cannot send
forth, much oftener than is his custom, a
hearty laugh that will perhaps break
through the cloud of another’s unhappi-
ness and carry courage and inspiration to
someone on whom the burdens of life
rest heavily.

You may say there are times when it
would hardly be considered good breed-
ing to laugh aloud. That is very true,
but there are few places where, if a
laugh is not in order, its near relative,
a smile, can meet with no objection from
even the most fastidious. My thought is
beautifully expressed in the following
lines:

“If any little word of ours can make one
life the brighter,

If any little song of ours can make one
heart the lighter,

God help us speak that litle word, and
take our bit of singing

And drop it in some lonely vale, and set
the echoes ringing.” .

Not everyone has the happy gift of al-
ways Saying the right word in the right
place. Not everyone has the gift of song,
but there is no one who cannot send forth
a merry laugh, whose echo may reach,
bringing with it a message of cheer, some
dark corner of which he knows nothing.
And if this may be said of one laugh,
would it not be well for us te see that it
is frequently repeated, each of us doing
in this way our bit to make the world

brighter? ‘ -
Ww. pve

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HONOR ROLL FIRST REPORT, FALL Honors (A’s, B’s and 1 C)

TERM, 1920. Miss Cogswell, Mk

Highest Honors (All A’s) Miss Cohen, ’21

i Sanborn, ’21
Robert Godoy, ’24 pees

Willi R idee 34 Miss H. Sargent, ’21
pana: atin Miss Colby, ’22

; Dicey, ’22

High Honors (All A’s and B’s) Eddy, ’22
Miss Barker, Gr. Miss Lupien, ’22
Garland, Gr. Miss Cohen, ’23
Miss Lynch, Gr. Miss Leighton, ’23
Miss Severance, Gr. Miss Martin, ’23
Miss Bidwell, ’21 Tappan, ’23
M. Blake, ’21 Miss West, ’23
Miss Martin, ’21 Miss Worledge, ’23
Miss Sefton, ’21 Miss Caron, ’24
Miss Shackett, ’21 E. Johnson, ’24
Miss Annis, ’22
Reynolds, ’22 Honorable Mention (1 ©, Rest B's)
Aes Bagley, 23 Miss Dickey, ’21
sie Barker, ’23 Fitts, 21
Miss Fullonton, ’23 Koles, ’23

Miss Whipple, ’23
Hawkins, ’24
Miss Warren, ’24
Norcross, ’24

Miss Sanborn, ’23
Miss Clark, ’24

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Football practice started in earnest on

the 17th of September, when the new
coach, Mr. Gardiner, appeared upon the
scene. He put the squad of twenty-five
to work immediately. After about two
weeks of good hard, steady drill, the first
team lined up against Exeter High
School. Although this team held our
boys to a 6-6 tie last year, we defeated
them 12-0 this year.

The following Saturday, October 2, the
boys were badly defeated by Manchester,
63-0.

The team met a second defeat on Sat-
urday, October 9. This defeat was ad-
ministered by St. James High from Ha-
verhill, Mass. They won, 18-0, due

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largely to poor generalship on the part
of Pinkerton.

About this time the squad began to di-
minish, so that at one time not more than
fifteen were reporting for practice. After
the defeat of Methuen High, however, on
October 12, new members began to re-
port and Coach Gardiner soon had a fair-
sized squad reporting daily.

A game with Sanborn Seminary was
scheduled for October 16, but they. found
it impossible to get a team together and
were compelled to cancel.

The boys’: met an entirely new oppo-
nent on October 20 in the Hssex Agri-
cultural school from MHathorne, Mass.
It was a hard-fought contest throughout,

THE PINKERTON CRITIC 29

but P. A. won in the last few minutes
of play. The Essex boys were a fine,
hard, clean team of players, and we hope
to have them regularly on our schedule.

Coach Gardiner worked the squad
hard the week following the Essex
game, in preparation for the game with
Dummer at South Byfield. The team
showed the result of this in defeating
Dummer on October 23, 7-0.

The boys continued their winning
streak by defeating Punchard High the
following Saturday, October 30, to the
tune of 13-2. This was a big feather in
the boys’ cap, as this was the first de-
feat pinned on Punchard High in five
years.

The next three games, with Holderness
School of Plymouth, N. H., Portsmouth
High School and Amesbury High, are ex-
pected to be very hard games, although
the boys are confident that they will con-
tinue their winning streak,

The fine showing of the team is largely
due to Coach Gardiner, who is extremely
popular with the boys. He has been
working hard to develop a winning team,
but has been hampered by the lack of
material although the boys are turning
out much better now than they did the
first of the season.

The girls’ basketball team, after hav-
ing been disappointed three years in suc-
cession, at last succeeded in securing
opponents. They have met the Pembroke
Academy girls twice, losing both games;
but they showed such a marked improve-
ment in the second game that great
things are expected of them.

The Pembroke boys and Pinkerton sec-
ond team also clashed on the gridiron.
Captain Bloomfield led his warriors to a
32-12 victory over the Pembroke boys in
the first game, but Pembroke won the
second, 7-0. |

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Once again we are back to our studies
and pleasures of school. We enjoyed the
exchanges very much last year and hope
to exchange with many of the same
schools again as well as with new ones.
We are pleased to acknowledge the fol-
lowing exchanges as old friends and hope,
as the year continues, to have many more
on our list.

The Alligator, Foreman High School,
Foreman, Arkansas.

The Argus, Gardiner High School,
Gardiner, Mass.
The Megaphone, Dean Academy,

Franklin, Mass.

The Mirror, Pratt High School, Pratt,
Kansas.

The Brewster,
Wolfeboro, N. H.

Brewster Academy,

The Sassamon,
Natick, Mass.

Natick High School,

High Spots,
N. H.

Keene Schools, Keene,

The New Hampshire,
Durham, N. H.

The Breccia,
Portland, Maine.

State College,
Deering High School,

The Tunxis, Winsor High School, Win-
sor, Conn.

Excha 1ges

The Bulletin, Lawrence. High School,
Lawrence, Mass.

The ‘Middlebury Campus, Middlebury
College, Middlebury, Vt.
The Polytechnic, Polytechnic Insti-

tute, -lroy, .N. Xx;
The Bulletin, San Quentin, California.

The Red and_ Black, High

: Roger
School, Newport R. I.

The Pep, Peabody High School, Pea-
body, Mass.
The X-Ray, Sacremento High School,

Sacremento, Calif.

The Oceanic, Old Orchard High School,
Old Orchard, Me.

The Criterion, Bridgeport High School,
Bridgeport, Conn.

The Prospect, N. H. State Normal
School, Portsmouth, N. H.

The Beacon, Boston University, Boston,
Mass.

The Breeze,

Cushing Academy, Ash-
burnham, Mass.

The Vermont Pioneer, State Agricul-
tural College, Randolph, Vt.

The Clara-de-Lix, Norwich
School, Norwich, New York.

High

The Enterprise, Mass. Hospital School,
Canton, Mass.

HOE kN TY POINT PCT 31

COMMENTS.

The Alligator.—A very cleverly ar-
ranged paper with lots of wit. Come
again.

The Argus.—A paper full of pep and
the spice of life. The June, 1920, issue
was exceptionally good. Keep it up.

The Megaphone.—A splendid {paper
and so inspiring. Just one suggestion—
a few jokes would add to its attractive-
ness.

The Mirror.—A good ‘news’ paper,
but it seems as though the other depart-
ments of your school should receive more
attention.

The Brewster.—Why not represent the
other activities in your school life as well
as your athletics?

The Bulletin (Lawrence High School).
— Some good pictures, but your June is-
sue was not up to your usual standard.
We miss your exchange.

The Sassamon.—A more _ attractive
cover design would greatly improve your
paper. Why not have an exchange de-
partment, so we would know whether
our paper is received, and if so, what
you think of it?

The Breccia.—One of our most popu-
lar exchanges. Your exchange = depart-
ment certainly does you credit. ‘‘Who’s
Who in 1920” was a clever idea.

The Tunxis.—Some fine stories in your
summer number. Our one regret is that
you come but twice a year.

The Bulletin (San Quentin).—wWe al-
ways enjoy your fine articles, short poems
and ‘“‘Just Plain Nonsense.”’

The Red and Black.—A very ‘‘newsy”
paper, but why not an exchange depart
ment?

The Pep.—You certainly live up tr
your name. Your maper is very attract-

ively arranged. ‘ Pe
is Wee 91.

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