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Ghz Qlririszdlirest 1935
right and signify their intention to turn a cornerj, form orderly lines at the
drinking fountains, hang their coats on specified hooks, hold their handkerchiefs
over their noses when sneezing, wash their fins before entering the library, and
above all, use af tray in the cafeteria.
Sam's so-'ourn here was brief. Soon, as an obscure member of a large group of
fish, he was given some sound advice and bundled off. His destination didn't worry
Sam much. He simply followed the crowd. He was pondering on this when he
looked up and saw before him a coral castle, beautiful against the wavy green
background of the ocean. Sam stared, his mouth open and his fins moving absently.
As he heard the swish of the seaweed at his feet, and felt the cool water at his gills,
he had a mental picture of a silver gull, soaring. Sam's mind was so far away that he
didn't see his companions entering one of the three large doors in the castle,
chattering about commonplace things.
His reverie was interrupted by a down-to-earth voice at his elbow. "Hi,
littlest. Better shut your mouth, or somebody'll look' down and see your tonsilsf'
"Yes'm," Sam gulped, adjusting his face and turning to see a neat, gray
lady-fish by his side. NI was only-that is, I wonder-.U
"Oh, you'll catch on," said the fish consolingly. "Everybody does. Thisf'
she announced, "is the Glass Aquarium, and I am Carrie Catfish." She tucked her
fin in Sam's and led him up the steps. She was adept at dodging the eels and
crayfish that lounged about, but Sam was tripped up several times.
"You've got a lot to learn yet," she told him. "VVhy, you don't even know
"Mrs, Gregory?" asked Sam. because he thought it was his turn to say
"Ch, she's the dowager queen of the hermit crabs. They're not a bad lot.
after you get used to 'em. 'Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others
have greatness thrust upon themf You can use that if you ever have to make a
speech. Mrs. Gregory doesn't care." W
Sam wanted to stop and take his bearings, but Carrie hurried him into the
lobby. l'Always wear green shirts and blue ties," she told him, "and keep your
socks down. It's a tradition. Looks funny, but you kind of get used to it.
"By the way-if you hear anything unusual, don't look around. It's Everett.
They say he's harmless, but you never can tell.',
"Everett-who's Everett P"
"Everett," she informed him solemnly, "keeps time."
"Time! time! You know-chewing gum, sixty minutes: late to class, thirty
iiiinutes.-Wait! if you want to know what time is, pull that chain on that post,
twicef' She giggled, and because Sam always did what he was told, and because
he was really interested in time, he pulled the chain-hard. He was rewarded by
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1935 tithe Qlriticsfllrest
5, get OUNG Sam Sticker poked his head through the mud and yawned widely.
He was mildly surprised to see a few energetic fish swimming by with
ZW 'QE clean handkerchiefs in their pockets and slick brown books under their
fins, but he was too sleepy to do anything about it. just as he was dozing off again
his mother shook him by the gill and handed him a clam shell. "Hurry l" she said,
"You'll be late for school." Giving his fins a preliminary flip, he slid cautiously
i11to the stream. Fish were swimming about excitedly. He caught glimpses of his
acquaintances-lazy suckers, snoopy little catfish, ubiquitous tadpoles, and an inky
squid or two. Sam didn't want to start to schoolg he did it because he was told that
it was proper.
As time went on, Sam was swept into deeper water. Gradually he and his
companions became accustomed to the increasing swiftness of the current. Those
whose work conformed to instructions and who talked at the proper time and were
quiet at the proper time were praisedg and those who did no work at all and
exchanged clam shells, chewed fishing worms, and blew bubbles were caught on
snags or stranded on sandbars. Sam, who was neither good nor bad, drifted
He did notice that the river was becoming broader. He was just a normal fish.
He believed everything everybody told him, wept when he was reprimanded, beamed
when someone patted his fin casually, did from force of habit everything he was
told, and took the blame for the other fishes' errors. Sam had no aspirations-no
regrets. Sam was a Sucker.
One day Sam, in a reckless mood, swam above the level usually occupied by
suckers. Climbing up as far as the surface of the water, he poked his head through.
The broadness of the opaque river, the green of the trees on the shore, and the
ineffable blue of the sky dazzled him. Above the river wheeled a silver gull-a sure
sign of the proximity of the ocean, if Sam had only known. Sam was overcome
with emotion. How he longed to be in the gull's place-to see the river as a whole.
He wanted to be above the petty affairs of his little world: to look down instead of
being looked down upon. Sam, for the First time, had Aspirations-and it didn't
feel good. It never occurred to him that the gull might be envying him. VVho is a
sucker, that he should dream? Sam was afraid. and he dived home.
For a while his mind retained a vivid image of the gull against the sky. He
felt superior to the ordinary fish and seldom condescended to speak to them. As
the days wore on, however, the image faded, and Sam drifted back into his old,
slack methods of living.
As the fish neared what Sam guessed to be the mouth of the river, they were
not allowed to talk in the corridors, they must observe traffic rules fkeep to the
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1935 2 CEIIIIIZ QI!
W.-XTKINS PROCTOR HARVEY
For our lionorablr S1'1lio1' 1"rr.tid1"nl
H'ror Harvey is l1i.r namrj I
HH' all Pfl'tll'1'l in future fmiz'
ll'l'ulll1, l1oppim'.r.r, and fumv.
National Honor Society: President Senior Class: Pres-
ident junior Class: President Sophomore Class: Senior
Representative llonor League: junior Representative
Honor League: Monogram Club: Varsity Tennis: Bas-
ketball: Cheer Leader: Chemistry Club: Athletic Associ-
ation: French Club '32, '33C Student Advisory Council:
lliulz 'l'inn'.r Staff' Critir-Crm! Statf: Treasurer lli-Y
Club '34: Cafeteria Assistant 'JSC Senior Banquet Com
A mittee' Senioi Council
El NICE PAULINE MARTIN
ll Littli' "Peg" lmzmuv j1lXl.!!4ll7N,'
- .Yr:w'tl1rlv.f.c .elm yum with Holrbx.
National Honor Society: Athletic Association:
' Play: Be Square Club: Monogram Club: Honor League:
Senior Council: Student Advisory Council: Library
- Council: Senior Banquet Committee: Vice President
1 Senior Class: Basketball: Commencement Committee
Chairman: Latin Tournament: Dramatic Club: French
CW: Club: Tennis.
CHLOE VIRGINIA WALDRON
Slit' Iikrx musir, old and 1u'uf,'
And b1'.vidv.r ran .ring il foo:
But typing! ix licr specialty,
Our .vcnior Jecrrtary, slit.
National Honor Society: Secretary Senior Class:
merical Club: liirls' Glec Club: Honor League Rep-
resentative: Athletic Association: Cafeteria Typist:
O. G. A.: Be Square Club: OFFice Assistant.
SEPTIMCS STEVEN BOOTH
Sap! vwuux .re1'z'n. but Booth ratrs
llf'.i on tln' .rfrot 7011011 our m'c'd.r art'
Treasurer Senior Class: Secretary Honor League,
ness Manager Athletic Association '34-' '
Club: Cafeteria Accountant: Cafeteria
tain '34-'35: Monogram Club: Cafeteria
Supervisor Athletic Association Typists '34:
AUDREY NIELSEN LONG
1.111111 Iran' we lrumwl liar,
Long, long will wc low' llcr,
Yet flu' drplli of lin' l7l"'ll'1Aff'l1l'll!l rliurm
ll'a' uz'1'rr van di.rrm'vi'.
Poetry Editor t'rilii',' Magic Mirror Editor C'ritic,'
L'r'i1ir-Crcxrt Staff: Senior Representative: Treasurer
Quill and Scroll: Publications Committee: Student Ad-
visory Council: President Periwinkle Poetry Club:
French Club: Music Club: Athletic Association: Honor
League: Cafeteria: Class Poet.
THOMAS FREDERICK FARRAR
I Tlzcrz' zeorles tln' editor, worn and xlim,
l,ll.Yflill!I u dummy, ima! and trim.
Pity him not, tlmuyli Iii.: lot .rvmn grim e
Andy and .lonrkr will wait fm' him.
National Honor Society: Library Council: Athletic Asso-
ciation: German Club: Student Advisory Council: Editor
Critfr, Critic-Crvxt '34, '35: Junior Editor Critic '33:
S. 1. P. A. Delegate: Quill and Scroll: Board of
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