Skip to main content

Full text of "The Pinkerton Critic: November 1920"

See other formats




ai November, 1920 
378.9742 SSS 
_ pin cei 


PX ll 7 

First National Bank | Bell Hardware Co., Inc. 

Derry, N. H. 


Safe Deposit Boxes to Rent 
Small as Well as Large 
Accounts Welcomed 


34 East Broadway 


J. H. LOW 

Registered Pharmacist 
Derry, New Hampshire 


“Chief of them all” 

| W. R. Stockdale — 

5 West Broadway Always the Correct Style 

at Rock Bottom Prices 


Odd Fellows Block 


—Dealer in— 

High-Grade Seeds 

Compliments of 
Everything for Farm, Garden and Lawn 


Lapires’ Wrartna APPAREL 

Ph 59 
ieee | Wrarrente s News Stand 
Charles E. Anderson Kc es 
Groceries and Provisions Stationery, Cigars and Tobacco 

Drrry, N. H, DERRY, N. H. 

J. F. DREW & SON| The Abbott Auto Co. 

Auto Service of all Kinds at All Hours 
Painting and Repairing 
Garage and Salesroom 

Abbott Square, Opp. Passenger Station 


Soleo eee 

For Refer ence 

Not to be taken from this room 

The Pinkerton Critic 

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 

Alumni Editors 

Marie Barker Ethel Tewksbury 

Marion Aiken 

Published November, January, March, April and 
June by the Editors of the Pinkerton Academy 

For advertising space apply to Olan Rand. 

Rates, $40 per year, per page. 

Subscriptions, $1.25 per year. Single copy, 34 
cents. Payment in advance. 


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 

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 

Devry Puble 
6g E. Broadway 

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 

When we read of the privations and 

a ibrar Yy 

Derry, NV H 03038 


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 
* * # 

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. 


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 
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, 

or lordly salmons 


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 

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- 

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 . 


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 

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- 


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 


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, 
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 

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. 


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 

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? 


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- 

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 


Listen, dear children, have you heard 

Of the big bazaar to be held on December 

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. 


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 


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 


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 

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

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. 

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

October 21. Principal Horne and Mr. 

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


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. 


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- 


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- 

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 


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 

“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 

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 


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. 

QarAs Ry? 27" 

is i Oa TR Bar of 

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- 

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, 


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 

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

ten Training School at Cambridge, 

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- 

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 


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 


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 

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 

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, 

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 

‘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 


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 

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 

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 

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 



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 

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 

He—“‘The feeling is mutual.’’ 


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 

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. 

- 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.”’ 


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!”’ 


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- 

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 

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 

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 

“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 



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 

“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 

'““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 

“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 

“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 
Ar A? 

L yl 
HOA BH? 21, 



-— 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 

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 

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. 


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 

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 

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, 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- 

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 


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 

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- 

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 
You cannot have all play, 
And sunshine every day. 
When troubles come, I Say, why don’t 
you laugh? 


“Why don’t you laugh and make us all 
laugh, too, 
And keep us mortals all from feeling 
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 

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 

“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 


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 

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 


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- 

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 
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, 

“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 



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 

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 
0.°E, oa 

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 


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 

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 


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

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 

“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 



ca | 

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 



oes LE 

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, 

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 


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, 


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 

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. | 



‘wy fee 

WY hives 
V, s oy +7 


bie D ty 


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, 

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, 

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. 


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



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

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- 

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

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 

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

ively arranged. ‘ Pe 
is Wee 91. 

Business College 

99 Elm Street 
Manchester, N. H. 
We offer thorough courses in all commercial subjects 
Much new equipment has recently been added 
For Yrar Boox Writk To 


Compliments of 


Telephone Connections 

5 & 10 cent Department Store 

831 Elm St. Manchester, N. H. G. Bartlett, Prop. 
Central Block Derry, N. H. 



New Hampshire’s Greatest Store 

for Young Men’s Clothing 

Courses in all Business and Stenographic subjects. New students enter any time; 
advance as rapidly as their abilities and efforts warrant; are graduated immedi- 
ately upon completion of course taken, and aided to the best situations. 

J. H. HESSER, PRIN. Information Free. MANCHESTER, N. H. 


UALITY PRINTING Ladies’ Furnishings, Dry Goods 
: pt Boots, Shoes and Rubbers 

Shoe Repairing 

Whitney Block Derry, N. H. 
Greenough Block Derry, N. H. 

Compliments of WILSON’ 
Annis Grain & Lumber Co. : 




Kimball Block 
Tel. 229-3 Dealers in 
MERE ch innit ; 
Not to be taken URNITURE 

CHARLES BAK Bugs, Heaters 

pRUGGIST ana st4 from this library ware and Crockery 

Derry Village, q 
Compliments of 





INSURANCE and FLORIST M. ©. Humphry, Prop. 
Whitney Block Derry, N. H. 

Compliments of 




Automobile Repairing Miller Tires 


A oetoiinanta of 



Optometrist and Mfg. Opt. 

LOO OP Block.) Derry; NE. { ow a MOOD Kin 

9 D Stor 
CHADWICK S LUNCH Ladies’ ise ea aay, Ladies’ 


Waists and Corsets, Underwear and 

Hosiery, Dress Goods and Domestics, 

Art Goods and Small Wares 

Compliments of 

eke BURELL, Tr ator — 

Millinery Dress and Ribbons 
Shirt Waists Waist Material Veilings 

Derry National Bank A full line of Christmas Goods, includ- 

ing a large variety of Stationery and 

The oldest business institution in town R bi & R liff 
CAPITAL $60,000 0 1e atc I e 

Basement Household Utensils 
F. J. SHEPARD, President Chiistoias “Tovecie: 

J. B. BARLETT, Cashier DERRY, N. H. 
Telephone 115-12 

Safe to Save in the 

7 M. L. Armstrong 
Derry Savings Bank PHOTOGRAPHER 


nterest.paid-on accounts of Dae gel oI ie eS ACR 
$1.00 and upwards 

Surplus $16,000 COMPLIMENTS OF A FAN 

Geo. W. Benson & Co. 1920 





The Only Live Market 

in Derry 

J. Prolman Market | LoOee 

Compliments of 

LUNCH . _ Ls2aeg 

P.A.S.W. A.? 

——ee——eeeeeeee ee SSS 
John B. Clarke Co. Gy Manchester, N. H.