Wakefield High School - Oracle Yearbook (Wakefield, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 72 of the 1930 volume:

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WINSHIP, BOIT COMPANY RetaO Store LAKE STREET WAKEFIELD, MASS. ®l|is hsxxt of tl]e hatcr Is muctxtl]) nnh gratrfullg h bicat h to tl{g faatltg of tip piakeft lb tgl{ ctfooL 1 PUBLI5HLD BY THL 5E,NIOR CLA55 || § WAKEFIELD HIGH 5CHOOL «■ t WAKEFIELD, MA55. f § «§ a ...., t , MAY, 1930 I : r EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Richard Hayes ASSOCIATE EDITORS Orison Pratt, John Roach, Stephen Rogers, Norma Worters ATHLETIC EDITOR Arthur Gersinovitch ALUMNI EDITOR John McTeague SCHOOL ACTIVITIES Austin Atwell, Elizabeth Dellinger, Louise Sherman BATTALION EDITOR Frank Whitney JOKE EDITORS Edgar Amireau, Florence Reardon CLASS ACTIVITIES COMMITTEE Rose Assenza, Chairman; Richard Arnold, Norman Balcom, William Climo, Ruth Doremus, George Edson, Elaine Yeuell FACULTY ADVISERS Miss Caswell, Miss Kelly, Mrs. McGay, Miss Alice Ryan BUSINESS STAFF BUSINESS MANAGER Arthur Brown ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER Timothy McCarthy SUBSCRIPTION MANAGERS Richard Mansfield, Kathleen Shea FACULTY ADVISER Mr. Dower ART STAFF STAFF ARTIST Richard Hartshorne ASSISTANT ARTISTS Mary Bonney, Joan Foster, Elizabeth Upham CONTRIBUTING ARTISTS Mary Bonney, Marcia Carter, Joan Foster, Richard Hartshorne, Elizabeth Orde, Virginia Pelley, Baldwin Tuttle, Elizabeth Upham, Fredda Winchester, Margaret Reilly FACULTY ADVISER Miss Hirst £l7IT0FimLS Marcia Carter, ' 30 ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS The members of THE DEBATER STAFF are grateful to their classmates who have so freely contributed to these pages; to those pupils in the typewriting classes who, under the expert supervision of Miss Alice Ryan, carefully typed the material for the press; and to the faculty advisers, who have given this undertaking invaluable assistance. OUR AIM This year ' s DEBATER STAFF has earnestly endeavored to make this issue of THE DEBATER enjoyable to every underclassman, as well as to the seniors. We have tried to maintain the worthy standard set by the publications of former years, and we have attempted to publish as many articles as our limited space permits. Although this year ' s DEBATER is four pages larger than the customary issue, we have been obliged to omit several excellent contributions for lack of space. Continually bearing in mind the all-important fact that THE DEBATER IS ESSENTIALLY A SCHOOL MAGA- ZINE, we have encouraged especially the underclassmen in their literary ventures. If, therefore, our supporters derive any amusement, benefit, or delight from the following pages, we shall feel amply rewarded for our services. Richard Hayes, ' 30, Editor-in-Chief. To Our Advertisers We wish to acknowledge the generous financial aid given to us by our advertisers. Without this support it would be impossbile to issue The Debater. Timothy McCarthy, Arthur Brown, Business Managers. A SCHOOL BAND Music always has been and always will be a powerful inspiration toward the accomplishment of greater deeds. For countless ages, silver trumpets have summoned men to action, or have transformed a disgraceful, undisciplined flight into an orderly, steady, forward charge. A school band has a similar function. More than once a hard-fought struggle has been won by the thrilling, in- spiring sound of a school song bursting forth to let the wearied, chagrined athletes know a whole school is fighting with them. Several high schools in our immediate vicinity have organized and successfully maintained bands. For example, Melrose and Woburn, schools approximately our size, have bands ably conducted by capable student drum majors. These bands appear on all appropriate occasions, and, as those who have heard them at the games on Walton Field can well testify, they render their selections in a very satis- factory manner. What a possibility for a band in our own school! A band with our R. O. T. C. unit would add color to that organiza- tion and also allow it to be independent of outside bands. It would also enable the army to be rid of the discomfort of having the first two companies marching to the lively step of the band ahead of them, while, on the other hand, the last two companies are endeavoring to keep time with a much slower march being played close behind them. Then, too, it is evident from recitals of other bands that the townspeople would certainly appreciate an opportunity to hear a concert held in the auditorium. Thus, such ex- penses as might have been incuiTed would be considerably defrayed. Another suggestion — can you not picture a bright, sunny afternoon on Walton Field, with the bleachers full of ex- ulting, cheering boys and girls, and an inspired school band triumphantly bursting forth into a victorious march dedi- cated to the football or baseball team? Can you not imagine the thrilling inspiration to do or die that the band would arouse in hopeful hearts? The knowledge that nearly a thousand schoolmates were backing you up would mean more than weeks of training to anxious athletes. Let ' s all unite and not only attempt to institute a band but really accomplish our goal and make W. H. S. just a little bit better (although it ranks pretty high already). Here ' s to our band! Richard Hayes, ' 30. OPPORTUNITY— NOW There are always opportunities for advancement if we look for them; small ones, to be sure, at times, but stepping- stones to larger ones. Those living in a small town, perhaps, have not seen much of the world beyond; but every avenue that leads to success begins at the schoolroom door. For a few short years, we live in this world as we find it; but before we realize it, we are making our own world, shaping our own lives, carving our own destinies, forming our own ideals. The world we live in is what we decide in our minds that it is going to be; we can accept the advan- tages we desire and reject others. Our success depends upon ourselves. Why, then, do so many fail in life? There are many kinds of failure: a few — very few, indeed — fall back because of circumstances be- yond their control; some fail through indifference, slug- gishness; others neglect to look forward. The greatest per- centage of failures is due, however, to inability to recognize Opportunity, whose door always lies open to the road of prosperity. But, we must remember that anything worth having demands work — untiring, unceasing work. Opportunities must be seized when they are offered, or they disappear. If we do not accept advantages immedi- ately, they will be taken by someone else; and gradually our possibilities will be fewer and less frequent, for people will think we do not want their offers. Time will not wait for us. There are treasures for us all; we can take them or leave them for some fortunate person who is looking for a chance. Our life is developed according to our choice. America is a land of opportunity. Its free school sys- tem, of which we should make the most, enables every youth to get an education. Mary Antin ably describes the supply of opportunities in the United States, as opposed to the lesser number in Europe. We live in a free land because others sacrificed to make it so. Shall we fail our country now, or shall we prove ourselves worthy of it? Let us all, then, seize our opportunities with earnestness and zeal, and make ourselves capable of accepting them. We must always consider the future and not retreat when any obstacle arises. If we make the most of our small oppor- tunities, eventually there will be greater ones. If we are determined to get ahead, nothing can stop us. Opportunity is here now. Let Her in! Norma Worters, ' 30. EDUCATED BUSINESS The modern note in industry is research. The manu- facturer not only recognizes his debt to pure science, but also realizes that if he is to survive, he must keep up with the world — an undertaking which requires more energy than formerly. In an earlier era of American commercial life the manu- facturer, the railroad man, and their stockholders failed to appreciate the influence of the work of the scientist. The hard-boiled business man ' s boast was a practical outlook. No visionary, theoretical investigations for him. If he could find new applications of power and mechanics to his operations, he was glad to employ skillful mechanics. But to put real money into a laboratory and let one of those professors putter around with bottles and wires — he just wasn ' t going to be such a fool. Now the corporations are crying for trained brains. As someone has phrased it, A Faraday at a million a year would be dirt cheap. And those professors are a group of highly-trained, alert young fellows, graduates of special- ized institutions such as Massachusetts Tech, Purdue, Rens- selaer, Case, and others. They work in a carefully-planned, efficiently arranged laboratory, where costly equipment is provided for them. As a result, those firms who have early adopted and pursued a policy of pure research are now in the lead of the World ' s industrial race. Such firms are General Electric, DuPont, Bell Telephone, Westinghouse, and General Motors. Germany ' s tremendous industrial organizations were built by this rare combination of brains and capital. And now America can challenge the world to produce a finer group of powerful corporations than is hers. Business is becoming educated. Orison Pratt, ' 30. LABOR There is nothing truly valuable which can be pur- chased without pain and labor. — Addison. During the past four years, each member of the senior class has been studying earnestly with the object of grad- uation. We are now hoping that our ideals will be realized in June. Some of us have profited a great deal; others have been contented in just getting by. However, when we seriously think over the past, a strong admiration for those who have taught us the right from wrong will, no doubt, begin to linger as a pleasant memory in every senior ' s heart. Upon entering the freshman class, we were confronted with a great many obstacles which we later discovered would be a heavy burden to bear throughout the course of our high school career. The reason for all this hard work was simply to have us acquire the art of concentration in order to learn quickly and clearly. We did not learn of our weaknesses, nor were we able to correct our mistakes in a day. But by constant work upon the less interesting and attractive subjects with the co-operation of the teachers, we were able to obtain a better understanding of our different studies. As a little advice to those students who are freshmen and to those who enter as freshmen next fall: Never get dis- couraged. We are told by Roger Aschan By experience we find a short way by a long wandering. Learning teacheth more in one year than experience teacheth in twenty. Have faith in your work and towards those who help you to learn. The teachers are working for your bene- fit, and, in order to have something to show at the end of your scholastic career, hard work in every subject should be the firm resolve. Thomas Burke, ' 30. GRIMALKIN That afternoon Grimalkin had strolled down the dusty road that led past the village cemetery. She knew that there among the gravestones, nestled in the tall yellow grass, was a swallow ' s nest. She remembered the exact spot whence the frightened mother swallow had darted on seeing her. Her paw had felt five warm eggs. Then she had an- ticipated a feast. Now, as she lay drowsily on the porch, switching her tail nervously, she glanced at her shadow. It had grown long and dim. Night, Grimalkin ' s time for action, was coming. Had you been a fly on the wall, you would have seen her glassy, yellowish-green eyes shine maliciously in the dim light. She roused herself, stretched, and went slinking down the road. Soon she reached the cemetery. After looking about guiltily, and seeing no one, she entered the gate. The cemetery was very still. Stealthy as they were. Grimalkin ' s steps rustled the dry grass and leaves at even intervals. When she was close to the swallow ' s nest, she saw the mother bird sleeping, unaware of lurking peril. She crouched and waited for one quivering moment. Then a sudden spring, a clutch of claws, a crushing bite, and little mother swallow was no more. Almost passionately Grimal- kin clawed and gnawed at the remains of the bird. In greedy gulps she devoured the five juicy babies. This done, she licked her lips, and, with a satisfied grin and a full stomach, she set out for home. Dreamily, slowly, she padded down the road. Thoughts of her feast obliterated everything else. She did not see the two dazzling lights speeding toward her. She did not hear the vibrating noises of the oncoming Ford ' s engine. Neither did the driver see the gray cat in the dark road. He was aware that he had gone over a bump — another bump in a country road. Grimalkin uttered one hideous cry of pain. The Ford rat- tled on its way. Then the night was stUl again. Early the next morning, I walked down the same coun- try road to get the mUk. There in the dust, with stains of dried-up blood mussing the gray fur of her head. Grimalkin lay limp and still — dead. Carol Lee, ' 31. Joan Foster, ' 30 HE WAS A FLYING FOOL Jerry Alden was known as the flying fool of the Forty- ud Squadron. It was back in 1918, when parachutes were unknown, but even the fact that when one ' s plane caught fire or was shot to pieces, Newton ' s law came into effect conclusively, failed to keep this human bird on liie ground. Jerry was famous for his foolhardy trick of diving into a flight of German Fokkers, knocking down two or three before the Teutons knew what it was all about, and then running off in his faster Spad in a very taunting fashion. Every other pilot in the squadron had tried to reason Jerry out of his recklessness, but all to no avail. He passed it off carelessly, saying, What do you fellows think I joined the service for? When my time comes, I ' ll be ready, but until then, why not make myself useful? And his idea of being useful was very agreeable to the com- manding officer. Jerry ' s average weekly total of enemy planes certainly helped to uphold the Forty-third ' s enviable reputation. One day, when the weather was too gusty for flying, a Fokker appeared over the flying field. It was met by a fusillade of machine-gun bullets and auto-aircraft shells, but the daring German swooped down unscathed over the airdrome and then zoomed quickly into the leaden sky. Behind him, a small white parachute fluttered to earth. Jerry was the first to reach the fallen ' chute. Upon exam- ination, it was found to contain a letter addressed to Lt. Jerry Alden. The missive was a challenge to fight an air duel on the next day at noontime. It was signed Capt. Frederic Hertzsheimer, who was one of the most famous German aces. Jerry laughed carelessly and nonchalantly lighted a cigarette. As if nothing had happened, he re- turned to the barracks and quietly turned in. The next morning, the commanding officer excused Jerry from his usual two-hour patrol. All the morning the fiying fool spent on his plane, examining, especially, the motor and the machine-gun mechanisms. He supervised the stowing of the cartridge belts and of the gasoline and oil. Just before noon, he calmly shook hands with the major, climbed into his Spad, and took off. Coming over No Man ' s Land , he circled warily, on the lookout for a trap. Soon he spied speeding toward him a silver Fokker with the customary Maltese crosses. Rapid- ly zooming for altitude, Jerry waved to his adversary, then drove down in a corkscrew power-dive, both Vickers blaz- ing. Soon he realized that his opponent was a worthy ad- versary. With flashing Immelman turns, dives, zooms, and wingovers, Hertzsheimer eluded all of Jerry ' s maneuvers. Both pilots were uselessly spraying the air with incendiary bullets. By their dives and sideslips, their altitude had been reduced to about a thousand feet. Suddenly Jerry had a brilliant idea. With a deceptive rush, he brought his plane immediately over the German, setting the Spad down carefully almost on the Fokker ' s upper wing. Hertzsheimer immediately dived, and Jerry followed him, attempting to fire a burst from his Vickers. His guns jammed! He was at the mercy of the German ace. But Jerry Alden wasn ' t the man to go down without fighting. On full throttles, his Spad crept upon the Fokker. Again he set his plane down on the German, slowly forcing him lower. They were now over the home ' drome of the Forty -third. Lower Jerry forced the German until his landing gear touched the ground. Then Jerry zoomed, and, executing a tight loop, landed. When the Spad stopped rolling, Hertzsheimer was the first to shake Jerry ' s hand. In his accented English, he compli- mented Jerry on being the finest pilot he had ever had the good fortune to battle with. In spite of his comrades ' praises, Jerry classified it as all in a day ' s work. He was a flying fool . Leonard Waite, ' 30. THE VALUE OF A GOOD BIOGRAPHER In these days of evanescent best-sellers and mass production of books as of everything else, it is a little sur- prising that biographies sell so well. Biography is en- joying a boom. I believe Lytton Strachey began it. Emil Ludwig, Maurois, and Bradford have contributed to this movement. The reason for its popularity lies perhaps in its modern treatment of the subject. We cannot change the record of a man ' s life, but we can choose the method of its presenta- tion. The modern note seems to be a tendency to clear away the debris left about a character by idol-worsnippers. Increasing knowledge enables a writer to psycho-analyze motives, rather than to cite dates. As a result, some excel- lent biographies have come from the presses. A good biography inspires. It presents truth in a frank manner. It gives sidelights on contemporary history, politics, literature, science — anything connected with life. But to me the chief value in biography is the what-man-has done-man-can-do idea. For this reason, biographies have always been recommended as reading matter for young folks. Usually the recommendation was ignored. Now, however, there is no need of this. The lives of great men are interesting. And to write such a book takes a clever man. He must be full of his subject. He must be in sympathy with the views of what might be called his biographee. He must know how to handle facts and interpret the influences which shape a man ' s character. While not perhaps among the greatest of such works, Leonard ' s Loki: The Life of Steinmetz is a fine example of what I am trying to say. A comparative reading of this book and of Hammond ' s earlier Life will bring out the difference in a more striking manner than I can. I class the former as greatly superior to the latter. In Hammond ' s account, Steinmetz is a figurehead. His character is accur- ately drawn, but he does not appear real. In Leonard ' s work, although much of the same material is covered, the difference is tremendous. We can watch the mind of this genius work. We feel the same emotions he felt. It seems that we have known him for years. Most valuable of all, any fellow who has a love of engineering or mathematics in him will get a thrill out of the account of Steinmetz ' s career at the University of Breslau. When we think that such a man actually worked and studied and lived, there is a definite stimulus which no one would ever get from a so- called inspirational article. A great man ' s infiuence is not alone on his contempo- raries. It is for all time, and the medium is his biographer. Hence the value of a good biographer to represent truly the man. Orison S. Pratt, ' 30. THE BEST PARLOR There are two parlors in my grandmother ' s little farm- house — the living room and the best parlor , as it is called. The latter is opened only on such special occasions as wed- dings and funerals. While not in use, the room is darkened as much as possible so the sun won ' t fade the bright red carpet on the softwood floor. On the walls hang heavy, gilt-edged framed portraits of bearded and powdered ancestors, gone, but not forgotten. The furniture consists of a stiff, horse-hair divan and sev- eral equally stiff chairs to match. In the center of the room stands a wobbly table on glass-knobbed legs. On this table are an ancient oil-lamp with a painted globe of many colors, and the family Bible. That which interests me the most, however, is the wheezy old parlor organ which reposes sedately in one cor- ner of this tiny room. It has a mirror and several shelves, above the age-yellowed keys. On the rack is a hymn book still left open to the page of the hymn played at grand- father ' s funeral. It is a sad-looking room, for all its stiffness — a room which brings back memories to her who furnished it with a bride ' s enthusiasm and happiness. Ruth Boudreau, ' 32. THE FUNERAL ( A True Story) It was indeed a funeral — such a funeral, in fact, that the deceased was excavated and buried a second time. We four children — Charlie, Endy, Shrimp, and I — were just at that age when imagination is at its height. I had found a dead bird, and we had decided to give it an elaborate burial. The ceremony was to take place on the lawn at the right of my house. Our preparations were now completed. A chair had been placed on the lawn; in this we placed the casket, which we had lined with bright silk. Charlie had put the deceased, a little sparrow, in its coffin. (Don ' t tell anyone, but the truth is that Shrimp and I never would have let Charlie have that honor without some dispute, had we dared touch the dead bird ourselves.) We all gathered around the chair, with very long faces, ready to begin. The service consisted, as far as I can re- member, almost entirely of music — maybe you wouldn ' t call it that. Our quartet was accompanied by two combs, a thermometer, and a slat from our picket fence. (So that you may better understand, I will tell you that the slat from the fence served as a ' cello, and the thermometer had been considered a find, because it was so large and just fine for a violin, especially with the glass part (which we had taken off) as a bow.) You have all played on combs and know how melodious they are. To go on with the service. When they all signalled ready, I gave the pitch, do . It apparently didn ' t suit the other singers, for each one started at whatever pitch he ple ased. First we sang Good Morning to You, then America, followed by the Star-Spangled Banner ; then came many other songs — just as appropriate. Having finished the service, we proceeded to quarrel as to where and how the bird should be buried. Since I had found it, I had the privilege of having its grave in my yard. Shrimp lowered the box into the hole which Charlie had dug, and Endy covered it up. We decorated the grave, and then all went in to supper. As I said in the beginning, the funeral pleased us so much that, having nothing better to play the next day, we dug up the poor deceased and repeated our process of the previous day. After a week or so of this, my father in- terred the bird for the last time — we never knew where. Priscilla Eaton, ' 31. THE DETECTIVE STORY The detective story has found a place in the literature of the world. It is a distinct genre, and it has many well- defined characters, as has other fiction. Who has not heard of Sherlock Holmes? Or Arsene Lupin? Or Father Brown? Or Mr. Fortune? Or Dr. Thorndyke? A reader of detective yarns is in surprisingly good com- pany. Edison reads a detective thriller now and then to relax his mind. Theodore Roosevelt liked to read them. Steinmetz read them. College professors read them and, occasionally, write them. Willard Huntington Wright, art critic and writer, is an example. He has made quite a study of the detective story and has edited an anthology of the best, taken from all over the world. Now his sales are enormous: he is S. S. Van Dine, the author of the Green , the Can- ary , the Bishop , the Benson , and other Murder Cases . His books are well-written and usually have a cul- tural background. For some intellectually inclined persons, the detective story offers mental exercise like a puzzle or game, but more uncertain, as human nature enters in. Consciously or un- consciously, we try to solve the mystery ourselves. We are confronted with the same evidence as the super-sleuth and we attempt to piece together the reconstruction of the scene. And there is a certain satisfaction when we can place our finger figuratively on one character and say, That is the man! and, continuing, find on the last pages that we were right. The modern detective is a change from the hyper-super- ultra-sleuth who never left the armchair. We have more or less action and display of psychological pyrotechnics. And, of course, there is the dyed-in-the-wool fan . Orison S. Pratt, ' 30. A PIRATE SHIP The Crossbones lay on the silver water of the Pacific. The crescent moon hung from the fleecy clouds and shed its golden light on the calm water. The ship, an old master, had long cruised the sea. All was quiet aboard the old ves- sel till a shadow darted across the deck. It paced the deck impatiently, looking around now and then to see if all was well. It was the midnight watch. The pirate ran up the stout ladder to the crow ' s nest to spy. In an instant he returned and raced across the deck to give his report to the captain. A whUe later he returned with two other pirates and cleared the deck for action. A signal was given by the captain, and scores of other pirates swarmed the deck. They had knives in their teeth and guns in their belts. As they neared the merchant ves- sel, a brawny muscular hand dragged me out of my hiding place. Get up. You ' re late for school. Oh! What a dream! John Callahan, ' 33. THE FIRST HUNDRED THOUSAND The First Hundred Thousand , by Ian Hay, describes in humorous fashion the development and growth of a raw Scottish regiment in Kitchener ' s First Army. Though the characters of the story are fictitious, the events are authentic. The book is primarily of a humorous tone, but here and there is a touch of pathos or solerrmity which makes it, in my estimation, one of the most likable and enjoyable books I have ever read. The story has no connected plot and is but a series of incidents and portrayals depicting the progress of a body of humble miners from a state of civilian slovenliness to that of militaristic cleanliness and discipline. He who has not read this book has missed something. Rather ! Lawrence Doore, ' 30. THE SEATS OF THE MIGHTY By Gilbert Parker Gilbert Parker has introduced in his romance, The Seats of the Mighty , the very novel atmosphere of an his- torical background and a theme of love. Seldom does one see in modern fiction authors attempting to blend fact with romance. There are many reasons for our contemporary novelists ' avoidance of the historical setting, and foremost among these are two facts: first, they cannot ably substitute fictitious titles for names of repute; second, they be- come greatly involved in making a plot and a climax co- incide with facts which are so well known that, if general truths are disregarded, their works become subject to the harsh criticism of historians. But Mr. Parker, having se- cured the aid of prominent Canadian antiquarians, was able to produce successfully The Seats of the Mighty both as a romance and as a review of the English invasion of the French stronghold, Quebec. In reading this novel, I was reminded of Dic kens ' s A Tale of Two Cities because of the parallelism of the plot. In both stories one sees the heroine working vainly to rescue her lover from unjust imprisonment. At this point, however, the book under criticism differs from and sur- passes Mr. Dickens ' s work, for the escape of the imprisoned victim serves not only as the climax, but as a vital step towards the execution of the exciting anticlimax. Throughout the pages of this novel I objected chiefly to the wordiness of the letters that were introduced, for it seemed that the lengthy descriptions introduced therein re- tarded the action. After reading novels of modern times, so direct in their presentation of thoughts, it also proved difficult to adapt my mind to a steady perusal of the subtle speeches that were characteristic of the eighteenth century courtiers. In all other respects I found The Seats of the Mighty to be pleasant reading. The plot itself is well developed, and at no place in the reading does one lose sight of the main characters and their occupations. The hero, a Virginian and a captain in the English Army, having been captured by the French, is held unlawfully as a hostage in Quebec for more underlying rea- sons than his situation as a prisoner of war would warrant. Despite the fact that he has been made the victim of cruel intrigue. Captain Moray ' s brave spirit is never reduced to the despairing attitude that a severe imprisonment like his often produces. The author ' s characterization of the lovely French heroine is well presented and proves that this man is one of the few writers who openly idealize the influence of a faithful and adoring woman over a man ' s attitude towards his position, no matter how discouraging it may be. To maintain her part in obtaining the freedom of her lover, this remarkable heroine plays a double role: one phase portrays her among her courtly countrymen as a woman of the world, flippant and sage; but the true side of her nature, foremost only where her lover is concerned, reveals her as a girl, virtuous, tender, but not unsophisticated. The reader will enjoy also the minor characters — al- though few and minor because of their importance to the story ' s motivation — for to each one the author has attrib- uted captivating personalities — Doltaire, the unscrupulous master; Gabord, the soldier; Voban, the barber — all these will interest you. It may be said truthfully that even though the com- plicated foundations of the plot may seem to require much exposition, the thrilling sequence of events appearing at the end rewards the patient reader. Merritt Stockbridge, ' 30. SITTING IN EASY CHAIRS Sitting in some modern easy chairs is not so easy. I think there is nothing more uncomfortable than an uncomfortable easy chair. The uneasiness of many easy chairs is often augmented by pillows and cushions that are placed on the chair, I think, for their pretty colors rather than for their comfort. Personally, my greatest difficulty in settling comfort- ably in easy chairs is in my trying to read a book. Then the manipulation of an erratic bridge lamp, unruly cush- ions, and a body which loves ease enter into my quest for comfort. I have a weakness for crossing my legs over the arm of the chair. My usual procedure is to sit down, place my legs over a cushion of the arm of the chair, open the book, and prepare to enjoy an evening of reading. Grad- ually my senses tell me that the extremely hard cushion at my neck is not high enough. I adjust this and continue to read, only to find that I have lost the place. I then wonder why I am not comfortable and move the pillow on the arm of the chair to the floor. My brother, meanwhile, has changed the position of the lamp, and I am left much in the dark. After a verbal argument with my brother that nearly ends in my resort- ing to force, I compromise. Peace reigns, but not for long. The cushion at my neck has lowered itself until it is half- way down my back. By this time I become slightly peeved, and I am almost ready to give in. However, with a desper- ate resolve to be the victor, I deposit the remaining cushion on the floor (rather forcibly I confess), place my feet flrmly on the floor, and settle back to read. In this position I peruse my book to the tune of jazz songs, would-be come- dians, and screeching sopranos — for half an hour. Then I decide to get some real comfort in bed. Francis Magee, ' 31. A SOPHOMORE ' S DREAM One night Willie Whoosis went to bed and dreamed a very strange dream. His dream is my story. It is A Tale of Two Cities (one city is London; the other, Rome) and concerns one sailing vessel and all on board. The captain is William Shakespeare, The Ancient Mariner, and the crew is made up of Julius Caesar, Brutus, Orlando, and Silas Marner. The passengers are Rosalind, Benjamin Franklin, Sohrab and Rustum, (who are two brutish Ara- bian gentlemen), and the Vicar of Wakefleld. The ship is sailing from London to Rome. On the first day out Brutus kills Julius Caesar and then commits suicide. On the same day Orlando falls in love with Rosalind, which is another bad break. The ship is not safely manned, as only Shakespeare and Silas Marner are now left of the crew. (Orlando is more bother than good in his present love-sick state.) On the first night out, the ship strikes a rock. In the mad rush to the lifeboats, Rosalind falls overboard and Orlando dives after her. They are picked up by the rest of the passengers and proceed to sail, by dead reckoning, for land. Rosalind accepts Orlando ' s proposal of marriage. Benjamin Franklin prints all the wedding announcements. Next the twain are united by the Vicar of Wakefield. Sohrab and Rustum pay their respects to the married couple and promise to give each a genuine Arabian horse. Captain Shakespeare sights land and in a few minutes all are back on terra firma once more. This story can be believed or not, it ' s Just As You Like It. Stephen Brennan, ' 32. EVELINA At the beginning of 1778, English literature, and espe- cially fiction, seems to have suffered a kind of sleeping sickness. The great writers such as Fielding, Richardson, and Walpole were the only living writers of any em.ncnje. In January, 1778, Frances Burney ' s book, Evelina or A Young Lady ' s Entrance into the World , was published. The plot of this novel is not intricate. First we are acquainted with the parentage and the early history of the heroine, Evelina Anville, or more properly Belmont. At the beginning of the story, her low-born grandmother, Madame Duval, having ignored her for seventeen years, begins to show signs of obtaining control over her, much to the dismay of her guardian, the Reverend Mr. Villars. But nothing happens until Mr. Villars permits Evelina to visit a friend of hers, Lady Howard, at Howard Grove. Prom that point he is unwillingly persuaded to let Evelina accom- pany Lady Howard ' s daughter, Mrs. Mirvan, on a visit to London, where Mrs. Mirvan is to meet her husband, a captain in the Navy, who has been gone for seven years. Oddly enough, one of the first persons they meet is Madame Duval travelling with a Frenchman named Du Bois. The Mirvans, who have been temporizing with Madame Duval in order to keep Evelina with them as long as pos- sible, are now obliged to surrender her for a time to her grandmother, by whom she is carried to London. Eventually she returns to Mr. Villars, her guardian. During her stay in Holborn, she has become acquainted with a young Scotchman named Macartney, whom she saves from suicide. In Paris, Macartney has fallen in love with a beautiful English girl, the alleged daughter of a baronet, who turns out to be Sir John Belmont himself, Evelina ' s father. This girl, Bessie Green, was palmed off upon the great remorse of John Belmont, as his long-lost daughter. Finally at Bath, things turn out right. While Evelina is there on a visit, her father meets her, and her striking resemblance to her dead mother is unmistakable. She is at once acknowledged by her father, and finally, she bestows her hand upon Lord Orville, the best of her suitors. The distinctive merit of this book lies in the skillful character drawing. The clever contrast in different indiv- iduals is marked throughout the novel. I enjoyed, especially, the method of the author ' s writing from the point of view of the heroine and in the letter form. Frances Burney seems to portray her younger self in the person of Evelina. Madame Duval, in particular, produced the comedy. It is diflBicult to understand how any man could have wed her. Her English was illiterate, and every now and then she tagged on French words. The only touch of tenderness which I perceived in her nature was her solicitude for her poor French companion. I noticed no admirable traits in Madame Duval ' s character, but I at least felt sorry for her when so many practical jokes were played on her. I recommend this novel to all pupils who like effective character drawing and authentic portrayal of conditions in a remote era. Rose Assenza, ' 30. A MODERN ROMEO Romeo was dreaming. But this was not nearly as amaz- ing as it sounds, for Romeo was always dreaming. He sat at the end of a large dinner table, his soup spoon wedged firmly between a pair of even, white teeth, and his eyes staring vacantly into space. Suddenly he heard his name called from outside. Romeo, Senor Romeo. He jumped up from the table, and dashed out to the balcony. There, below him stood his man-servant, Bernado. Mees Fay, she ees drown, he exclaimed breathlessly, in broken English. Do you mean that Fay Cadet is drowning? cried Romeo excitedly. Si, Senor, answered the obedient servant. Get my horse in front of the house in two minutes, commanded Romeo. Bernado was strapping the saddle on a great, black horse when Romeo reached the pavilion, and in a moment Romeo was off. When he reached the crest of the mountain, he gazed long and hard through his field glasses. He could see the San Jose River winding slowly on its narrow, rocky course. On the river he saw a small, black speck moving swiftly in the falls. Romeo spurred his horse on. Once moving he was flying along the bare ridges. In five minutes or so, he had reached the bank where the falls dropped down thirty feet. He saw a frail raft bearing a terror-stricken girl, coming down the river. A moment later as the raft reached the head of the falls, he was ready. Slowly and surely he flung the rope. It slipped easily about her slim waist. For a moment the raft hesitated, then crashed over the falls leaving Fay clinging to the rocks. Romeo held the rope firmly, and pulling gently, he assisted her to the shore. As she stepped out on the bank, Romeo seized the wet figure in his arms and cried, — Romeo, shrieked his mother, come back to earth. Romeo jumped, removed the spoon from his mouth, and went on eating his porridge. Virginia Lee, ' 32. A VISIT TO A BATTLEFIELD A cool breeze is blowing over the meadows, snatching up the sweet fragrance of every little flower and every blade of grass, and throwing it playfully in my face. The rolling fields of hay sway and ripple in the wind, like the restless breast of the ocean. From the clear sky above the song of the meadow lark floats down, warbling and trilling in the cool morning air. One would imagine such a scene of peace and beauty, to be a section of the Elysian fields. And yet ten years ago on these same fields was waged one of the fiercest battles of the World War. Here, the big guns rent the heavens with their relentless crashing; here the Ger- man advance was checked, and thousands of American boys gave their all to the cause. On the paths the birds now traverse, the airmen once winged their way, spreading death and devastation through the land. Where the crickets chirp the rifles of the allies once cracked. Now once more I wander over the rolling hills. Here and there are deep ragged holes where some shell burst, tearing the bosom of the earth. A long crooked ditch, in which runs a little stream of water, shows me the spot where the dough-boys threw up entrenchments. I find an occa- sional bayonet or broken rifle, which perhaps marks the resting place of some soldier. Finally I come to a little fenced-in plot fllled with white crosses, here, indeed, is the spot where some Americans are buried. I hurry on now, for the day is drawing to a close. The cool breeze which has blown throughout the day has ceased, and all is quiet. I have reached the top of a hill, and, as I look off in the distance, I see silhouetted against the red and golden rays of the setting sun, the crumbling walls of a ruined church, and beside it a dead tree, stripped of foliage, seeming to raise its bare arms to Heaven in prayer. These two stand as memorials of the famous battle of the Marne. I turn to go, and, as I walk swiftly homeward through the gathering dusk, I hear faintly, yet distinctly, the last clear notes of Taps : All is well, safely rest, God is nigh. The night drops her curtain of stygian blackness, and the quiet of a summer eve is upon me. Stephen Rogers, ' 30. Im Qiraia Tnere is no nope. POOR LITTLE TIMOTHY They had been married for more than three years, but still they were very young and very foolish. Still the air of a summer evening affected him as he sat with her in the hammock. I ' ll always be in love with you. Always? Always. A blissful sigh escaped her lips. She could feel his worshipful gaze upon her. She looked into his eyes and then — Of course, little Timothy couldn ' t understand the funny gasps and murmurs he heard coming from behind the ham- mock. He was much too young to understand such things. He didn ' t know it was improper to disturb persons sitting together in hammocks, so he pattered up and looked inno- cently at Marge. She bounced him up in her lap and cud- dled him. Timmy been a good baby? she cooed. Little Timothy snuggled closer to Marge. Marge snug- gled closer to big Timothy. Love was grand, but it was get- ting late, and little Timothy ' s bedtime was long past. C ' mon, cunning, said Marge, rousing herself and set- ting little Timothy on his own feet. Those big brown eyes won ' t have diamonds in them any more ' less you get your beauty sleep. While Marge was putting little Timothy to bed up in the den, big Timothy watched and enjoyed it, for wherever Marge went, Timothy went, too. That ' s what love does. Marge looked at Timothy and giggled softly. Isn ' t my little Timmy the dearest son in the world? she asked. Absolutely, laughed Timothy. I don ' t see why she giggled or why he laughed, but they did. Perhaps they had a secret. Next morning (it was Saturday), Marge was rolling bis- cuits in her spic, span kitchen, when little Timothy came begging for something to eat. She looked at him and sighed. Don ' t bother Mumsie now, she said. Run along out in the yard and play. She opened the door for him. Little Timothy didn ' t want to go out and play. He wanted to stay in the kitchen and have something to eat. But Marge Insisted. C ' mon, step on it, she urged. Reluctantly little Timothy trudged out the door and sat himself down on the steps. His brown eyes were sad. Every day he played in the same yard, caged in by the same board fence. He didn ' t know why there had to be a fence, but everyone else knew that the railroad tracks were on the other side. He had always been strangely fascinated by the great roarings and rumblings on the other side of the fence. Now he was determined to find out what they were. He searched for a hole under the fence but found none. Then he began to dig. Back in the kitchen. Marge glanced at the clock. It was nearly noon. Everything was ready and waiting for big Timothy, who would come home on the 12.03. Marge went to the door and called for little Timothy, Come, Tim! Come, Tim! No answer. Probably he ' d gone back in the house. She would look. No, he wasn ' t in the pantry. Maybe the parlor — no, not unless he was hiding behind the sofa. No, not there. Wretch, where are you? she said aloud. In the den, I bet. She would have trotted upstairs, but j ust then she heard the rumble of the 12.03. Instead, she rushed to the hall mir- ror, patted her hair in place, and smiled sweetly at her reflection. Still she was a little thrilled when Timothy came home. Suddenly above the rumblings of the passing train, she heard the sh-sh-sh-h-h and the shrill squealing of the brakes. Why was the 12.03 stopping here? She heard the signal whistle blow — one-two-three-four-five— Five! An accident ! Marge ran to the back door. Big Timothy and another man were coming into the yard carrying something. Tim ' s face looked pale and frightened. Could it be — ? Marge tried hard not to think that, but one look into Tim ' s eyes told her it was true. The train had struck little Timothy. He might be dead. No, no — it couldn ' t be that. In this way, Tim was saying. We ' ll put him on the sofa. Get a blanket. Marge, and call the doctor. Marge obeyed. I ' ll be right over, the doctor assured her. She did her best to make little Timothy comfortable. All the while his tiny body was trembling unconsciously. He was very bloody, but he was still warm and alive. It was really only five minutes before the doctor came. Even in that time, the trembling little body had become cooler, quieter. Now the doctor was saying seriously, I ' m afraid there ' s no hope. Marge swallowed the lump in her throat. She tried hard to keep back the tears as she knelt beside the sofa. Tenderly she laid her hand on the little head and mur- mured, Poor little Timothy. She bit her lip and looked up at big Tim, smiling sadly. Tim smiled back. Cheer up, darling, he said, patting her shoulder. We ' ll give him a real funeral, and if — If what? If you ' ll promise not to name it after me, I ' ll buy you another dog just as nice as that one. Carol Lee, ' 31. A PESSIMISTIC HUMORIST I have a reputation to uphold. The whole miserable affaii- started when I was in the eighth grade, and I shall relate to you as best I can all the sordid details. Being a gentleman at heart, I am not blaming Betty in the least, but no matter how one looks at the situation, it really was her fault. Sometimes, when in a particularly gloomy mood, I go so far as to declare that she has utterly ruined my life, my prospects for a happy future, but upon saner consider- ation I realize that she has only partly done so. The fatal event occurred one day when she and I were walking to school together. In order to be faithful to de- tail I may as well add that Betty, in my eyes, possessed the combined virtues of all the Roman goddesses; however, since that memorable day, my attitude toward her has gradually changed. She was doing most of the talking, as usual, and I was doing most of the listening, as usual. Switching from the subject of party dresses to the question of why people salt therr bananas, she finally said something about writing letters and how glad she was to receive mail. I distinctly remember how my heart jumped at the word MAIL. For the first time in my life a flash of unadulter- ated inspiration flashed upon my mind. I punned. Boldly I punned. Said I, You like mail, Betty — hum, ah — well — here ' s one bit of male you may have for the asking. She, poor female, was delighted. In her eyes I became a humorist. I, possessor of a perpetually funereal attitude, already a champion of serious thought, hater of Harold Lloyd comedies, a wit! I omit the harrowing details. The news spread under Betty ' s professional care. I spent minutes at a time mourn- fully contemplating humorous things to say. I became proficient in the beastly practice; my reputation grew; and here I am, a pessimistic wit. The future looks gloomy. Think of the years and years of trying to be funny! I ' m not blaming Betty in the least, but it really is her fault. I cannot stop, for I have a reputation to uphold. Norman Balcom, ' 30. BIRDLAND ' S ANDANTE The most beautiful day of summer had finally settled into an evening which I shall long remember. I was sitting on a grassy bank along the shore of a lake, watching the red and gold of the sunset fade into oblivion. Suddenly, from away off in the woods, I heard the soft, sweet melody of the hermit thrush. He sang his song in a hushed tone, which lulled the calmness into stillness. Then the quiet was rudely broken by a startling sound — it was the squawk of the loon, accompanied by the whoot of the owl. That loud chord lasted for but a moment. When it stopped, more hermit thrushes had taken up a strain which sounded like a heavenly choir. Thus it continued until the rays of the sun were almost gone. With the dying sunset, the music diminished; finally all I could hear was the clear note of one bird, far in the distance. At last it, too, was stilled into a tone of triple pianissimo and then it ended. Nature had, to my mind, reproduced the great Surpise Symphony by Josef Haydn. If I were a composer and had never heard Haydn ' s Andante, I would have interpreted the natural performance by music. Esther Hanson, ' 31. MODERN SURGERY ' S LATEST ACQUISITION Without a doubt, the unique, the most priceless, ana the most beneficial gain for the surgical world is the radio knife . This knife is simply an insulated pencil with a needle attached to one end. It utilizes a high frequency current which is generated by means of radio vacuum tubes. A high frequency generator, which is housed in a portable case, is connected by a wire to the needle. The heat of the knife sterilizes the tissues which are about to be cut. The knife is capable of cutting into the body without any flow of blood whatever, because as incisions are made it sears the arteries. It also seals up the sensory nerves and thus elim- inates pain entirely. Because of this fact, it greatly speeds up a patient ' s recovery. It leaves no scars whatever, and it has been used very efficaciously for face operations. It is also very useful in removing growth from the tongue and roof of the mouth. There now seems to be great hope of at last conquering that dreaded human disease — cancer, which is more commonly known as a malignant spreading tumor. Although I possess no desire to be operated on, I must state that I should certainly feel decidedly safe if I should have to undergo an operation with this knife. George Moses, ' 30. TIM KELLEY ' S HA ' NT Ha ' nts, said Kelso Jimmie, is funny critters. Take the ha ' nt of Tim Kelley for one. That dem ghost stays right there at the Blazed Pine Cabin and watches the hole where old Tim buried his treasure. Aw, you can ' t even get a thrill out of ghosts nowa- days, yawned Neil Prentice. Kelso Jimmie drew out his long hunting knife and tested its sharp blade on his thumb-nail. Tell you what I ' ll do, Neil, he said slowly. I ' ll bet you your next turn at cooking that you can ' t stick without meeting the ha ' nt. Neil Prentice laughed aloud. I ' ll go right up to the cabin. Neil reached for the knife. The three campers rose. Guess I ' ll pile a lot of wood on the flre, said Eddie McKim. Neil laughed. You might stay here and keep it going instead of coming with me. If a haunt runs me out of that cabin I ' ll cook and wash dishes for a week. When Eddie had finished piling wood onto the flre, the party started out for the cabin. After a few minutes of hiking Kelso halted. If there ' s any running done, see that you all stick together. It ' s easy to get lost up here, he said in a low voice. Aw, there won ' t be any running done unless some of you fellows get panicky while I ' m in the cabin, broke in Neil. When the cabin loomed in sight through the gray fog, Neil started off alone toward the building. He entered it. A few minutes elapsed when, all of a sudden, the watchers heard a yell, a crash and footsteps coming down the slope. A second later Neil, running like mad, burst from the fog. The others closed in behind him. In a short time they reached camp. When the two trailers came up Neil was standing in the light of the camp- fire holding the two ends of a torn raincoat. What happened? Eddie panted as he crowded up to Neil. Neil dropped the ends of his raincoat. I crossed the yard and entered the cabin, he began slowly. It was dark inside and I had to feel my way to the fireplace. I drove the knife into the floor and rose to go. As I turned to leave something caught me by the coat and held me. Well, I didn ' t argue, I jumped halfway across that cabin and left half my coat there. I couldn ' t see the door and smashed into the wall instead of hitting the open place. Neil kicked a branch into the fire. Just the same I ' d like to go up there again with a light, he said. We ' ll go up in the morning. We better roll in now, Kelso said. As the sun rose the campers went hurriedly to the cabin. Before the fireplace they found the knife stuck into the wood with a piece of raincoat in it. Neil pulled out the knife and grinned. He had driven the knife through his own coat. James Cotter, ' 32. THE PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE OF RADIO Of the millions who listen to broadcast programs we often wonder how many give any thought to the part radio plays in fields other than broadcasting. There are many things in everyday life which are taken for granted that owe their existence to the principles of radio. The talkie , for instance, would be impossible were it not for radio since it is made and produced by radio apparatus. The first practical use of radio was in the saving of lives at sea. At present it is possible for a ship to navigate without any navigating instruments other than a trans- mitter and a receiver. This is done by the radio beacon signal system which is a chain of coastal transmitters that upon request give ships at sea their bearing from the station. To find the exact location of the ship the operator secures bearings from three coastal stations, and the point of contact of the three bearings is the location of the ship. The dream of the up-to-date radio fan is to have a television receiver. Television is by no means a new inven- tion. Paul Nipkow, a more or less obscure German experi- menter, in 1884 applied for a patent for what he aptly called an electric telescope . He was by no means an idle dream- er, for his equipment was described with precision, and the modern television apparatus is fundamentally the same. At present there are a few television transmitters spread throughout the United States which broadcast pictures — in shades of pink — of their performers. A few months ago Station KDKA owned and operated by the Westinghouse Electric and Manufacturing Co. in East Pittsburgh, Penn- sylvania, prophesied that in a short time it would send movies on the short waves. If this idea is carried out, it soon will be unnecessary to leave home in order to see and hear the latest talking pictures. The development of radio in the past few months has gene forward in leaps and bounds. Old principles and ideas have been rescouted, reconstructed, and reanalyzed with varying and, on the whole, satisfying results. The band- pass filter has been developed and perfected and is now appearing in the leading 1930 model receivers. The straight resistance-coupled audio amplifiers — which have been known and used in laboratories for quite a while — have been im- proved to such an extent that in the up-to-the-minute receiver there is no need for power distortion or any other ailment peculiar to the old type transformer-coupled am- plifier. The direct-coupled audio circuit developed in the Loftin-White laboratory will probably influence receiver design for the coming year. One noticeable characteristic of the new receivers will be greatly increased plate and grid biasing voltages. The new receivers should have superb lone qualities and excellent selectivity. Let the pessimist beware who says that there can be no further development in radio. Radio has not yet reached its millennium and quite probably will take care of itself when it does. Meanwhile experimenters and research work- ers — both amateur and professional — will study and analyze radio for its further development in everyday use. Charles Maxim, ' 31. A LAYMAN ' S VIEWS ON THE FRONT- WHEEL DRIVE The automobile has been brought to a high point of perfection, but the most important innovation of recent years is the front-wheel drive. This principle, however, can hardly be called new, since it was used on a racing car in 1912. Because a car of this type can round curves at a high rate of speed, it has been widely employed for racing purposes. There are, at present, three American pleasure cars embodying the front-drive principle. These cars are dis- tinguished by their rakish body lines. These lines are made possible by the elimination of the rear-drive, which permits the use of an offset axle. Unusual lowness results, and though none of the cars is much over sixty inches in height, there is maximum head room. Due to the place- ment of the engine, transmission, and differential, a very long hood has been developed, which further increases the appearance of fleetness. The usual shift lever has been ' replaced by a sliding mechanism on the dash board; the front seat is on the same level as the rear one. The order of the driving parts has been reversed. First comes the differential, then the transmission, and finally the motor. The driveshaft is practically disposed of; in fact, in one car, the transmission and differential are combined. Thus the moving parts are centered under the hood, in- creasing the efficiency of the car, and making it easier to service. The unsprung weight is reduced by fastening the differential directly to the frame. This also lessens the wear on the tires. Power is transmitted to the wheels so con- structed as to permit the car to turn in a smaller circle than is practicable with any standard car of the same wheel-base. The removal of the long driveshaft eliminates a possible source of vibration. The greatest claim to superiority of the front-drive car over the rear-drive is its high safety factor. Due to the underslung design, the center of the weight is very low, and this, combined with the pulling traction of the front wheels, reduces skidding to a minimum. These cars can go around a corner at a speed one-half again as great as that which it is possible to attain with a rear-drive car. Because the front wheels exert a pulling traction in the direction they are turned, the car is very easy to maneuver. The reduc- tion in unsprung weight correspondingly increaseis the riding comfort. Since the overall height is so small, a sav- ing of approximately five square feet of air-resisting space has been effected, thereby increasing the speed of the caj by ten or fifteen miles an hour. The front-drive car has been on the market for two years and is as yet unproven. As a result, the motoring public is somewhat hesitant in taking it up. The advan- tages of the car are so obvious, however, that in less than a decade, the front-drive will have completely superseded the rear-drive in the fine car field. Lawrence Doore, ' 30. of dishes, mingled with the giggles of waitresses and the harsh voice of the head waiter, I resolved never again to get funny with a tray. John Roach, ' 30. ON CARRYING TRAYS In April of last year, I began to write to various New England hotels to obtain a position for the summer. To all inquiries, I received but one favorable reply. This was from the Hotel X in Beach Bluff, Massachusetts. Although I knew as little about the profession, as I did about flying an aeroplane, I promised to go down to the hotel as soon as school let out, in my new capacity of buss boy. Have you ever attempted to carry a tray? Then you have a decidedly novel and thrilling experience awaiting you. My first experience was of almost disastrous consequence. The headwaiter told me to carry the tray on my right shoulder, supported by my right hand with the palm ab- solutely flat. He also warned me against funny business. Bravely I picked up my first tray, tilted it a good deal one way and back the other way and finally got it up on my shoulder. The tray was a heavy one — weighing about twenty-five pounds. When, to my surprise, it did not fall from my shoulder, I gained confidence. Just then, an inci- dent occurred which nearly spelled doom for me. Through the swinging doors, carrying a full tray on each palm, came Carl, the room waiter. You should know that then bitter and ceaseless enmity existed between the buss-boys and room waiters. The demon of jealousy arose in the Roach heart. Well, said the demon, I suppose you ' re going to let that guy get ahead of you. You know he ' s as dumb a waiter as there is. I heeded my evil spirit, and cautiously raised the tray from my shoulder, allowing the weight to fall on my none- too-steady palm. I started down the main row through the dining room to the swinging doors which led into the kitchen. My confidence increased as I strode along; in fact, I held my head so high that I nearly collided with a waitress. To avoid a collision, I lifted the tray on one end, allowing a thin stream of water to trickle down the neck of one Mr. West, a very distinguished gentleman and second cousin to President Hoover. Unconscious of this mishap, I continued on my way, clinging to the belief that the tray was horizontal. I was mistaken; at times, the tray assumed an angle of forty-five degrees with the floor. I interpreted the awed whispers of waitresses as fair proof of my prowess. In this mood, I approached the swinging doors, giving one a lusty blow with my free hand. But, alas! Some fiend in human form had left a small, but very slippery piece of butter in my path. I trod on the misguided missile with my unsuspecting left foot and was thrown violently forward. The tray assumed an even more dangerous angle, tilting backward sharply. To save the tray, I rushed backward and collided heavily with a waitress who was just coming through the swinging doors. We went down in a heap with the two trays upsetting and spilling their various contents over our heads. Amid the clanging of trays on the floor, the crashing WORLD WAR AVIATION The airplane went into the World War as a crude, dan- gerous, fighting machine, but it came out of it trim, fast, efficient, and comparatively safe. It was at first used as scouts, for observation purposes only. The pilots car- ried only a pistol and light bombs at first, but as automatic machine guns were introduced, aerial combats became a duty, and sometimes a pastime, for hundreds of fear- less men. The duties of a fighting scout were varied: to fly low and attack troops, trains and road convoys; to drive off night raiders, enemy planes and airships; to escort the larger and slower bombing and observation planes; to clear the air of enemy machines, and to set fire to enemy observ- ation balloons. Maneuvers that in peace time would have been considered foolhardy — looping, side-slipping, rolling and spinning — became part of the every-day flying of the war-time pilot. The most famous fighting planes during the World War were: the French Spad and Nieuport, the English Bristol, and the German Albatross and Fokker . At the close of the war, names such as Ponck, Bishop, Ball, Nungesser, Luke, Lufbery, Guynemer, Rickenbacker, and Richtofen were repeatedly mentioned as much as, if not more than, Lindbergh and Byrd are at the present time. Eddie Rickenbacker led the Americans with twenty-five attested victories; Rene Fonck, the French, with seventy- five; William Bishop, the English, with seventy-two; and Freiherr von Richtofen, the Germans, with eighty. When reading of these victories one must remember that to be officially credited with a victory at least three witnesses had to see the plane fall. Rene Fonck, for instance, really brought down one hundred and twenty-six planes, but only seventy-five were attested by observers. One day, within two hours, he shot down six enemy battle planes. The German Zeppelins, loaded with large bombs, were a constant dread to the inhabitants of the major cities in England and France, especially London and Paris. Air- planes hunted the Zeppelins, and many of the small air- craft succeeded in bringing down one of their gigantic op- ponents in a blaze of fire. Without the aircraft, it is hard to say how the World War would have ended. Before troops, supplies, or ammu- nition could move— before attacks were made, the eyes of the army had to report the exact location and strength Qi the hostile forces. John Findlay, ' 31. THE APPEAL OF THE LABORATORY For many the laboratory has little or no attraction, but for me there is no stronger appeal. In the laboratory one learns the power, the beauty, the regularities, the mysteries, and phenomena of nature. One speaks of the unsearchable vastness of the heavens as declaring the might and the in- finite wisdom of God; but just as impressive as this is the unvarying laws of nature experienced in the laboratory. A plus B is always C, never D, X, or anything else but C. Like poles invariably repel each other, and a body is always buoyed up by a force equal to the weight of the water dis- placed. These laws are never changed, broken, or repealed. You can always put A and B together and get C. There is a certain pleasure in going into the laboratory and experimenting with chemicals or apparatus. You may be performing an experiment from a text book which states a specific result. If at the conclusion of your experiment you have obtained the same result, you have the satisfaction of knowing your experiment was a success. Such are the delights of the laboratory. The modern conceptions of electricity and matter are impressive. By laboratory experiments it is now definitely established that the atom is no longer the smallest divisible part of matter, but consists of various groupings of elec- trons and protons. The theory further states that the electrons revolve around the nucleus or protons in the same manner that the planets revolve about the sun. The prob- ability that there is some connection between these facts is very strong indeed. Perhaps the same law of the Master Creator governs both. Here, then, is where the laboratory has its greatest ap- peal — research! To spend hours in the laboratory experi- menting with what knowledge we have, possibly finding out new things, advancing new theories on the ultimate con- struction of matter, is a profession one should be ex- tremely proud of — one in which I hope to engage. Lloyd N. Owen, ' 30. HAVE YOU ANY — NO! SORRY June may have its graduation, its blossoms, and its roses, but to the boy who wants to earn some summer money it is a month of agony generally speaking, of course. First, there is the frantic glance at the newspapers ' employment columns. Then, the daily pilgrimage to town, interviews — a few — but in most places the same old slogans, Not just now, Sorry, maybe later, or You might fill out this little blank. Where is the courageous individual who can face these time-worn responses day after day and yet remain undiscouraged? It pays to be pessimistic, for he who has too much con- fidence in his ability to get work quickly, is often the victim of a terrible delusion. A veteran job-seeker who knows the ropes of his trade — for it certainly is an art in itself, this job-hunting — does not wander aimlessly from one employ- ment office to another, does not seek where there is no prey; he starts his operations in the springtime before graduation arrives. If he desires a position in some hotel — the line of least resistance-he writes to approximately twenty hotel managers stating his purpose. One who has an eye for the future and temporarily forgets the joys of a summer vacation makes early application for work in offices of high repute. Of course, there is the happy medium of summer work, good wages, time for recreation, and a pleasant environment, but these are, unluckily, rare discoveries in the world of labor. The only difficulty is this: we must all be novices at some time in everything we undertake, and the unversed job- seeker deserves all the sympathy that can be given. Merritt Stockbridge, ' 30. TRIUMPH A play in one act adapted from Dickens ' famous novel The Tale of Two Cities. Time: A morning in the year 1880 during the French Revolution. Place: A small, dirty courtroom in Paris. Characters: Charles Evremonde, called Darney — a prisoner. Lucie Manette — his wife. Dr. Manette — Lucie ' s father. Gabelle — an old servant. President of Tribunals. Four other Tribunals. Public Prosecutor. Jury and Mob including the Defrages and Mr. Lorry. Public Prosecutor (reading) — Charles Evremonde, called Darnay, is accused as an emigrant whose life is forfeit to the Republic, under the decree which banishes all emi- grants on pain of death. It is true that the decree bore date since his return to France but that is nothing. There he is, and there is the decree; he was taken in this country and his head is demanded. Mob — Take off his head. Take off his head. An enemy to the Republic. Pres. (after ringing bell) — Is it true, emigrant, that you have lived many years in England? Darnay — Yes, undoubtedly it is true. Pres. — Are you not an emigrant then? What do you call yourself? Darnay — Not an emigrant within the sense and spirit of the law. Pres.— Why not? Darnay — Because I voluntarily relinquished a title that was distasteful to me, and a station that was distasteful to me, and I left my country to live by my own industry of the overladen people of France. Pres. — What proof have you of this? Darnay — Two witnesses: Theophile Gabelle, and Dr. Manette. Pres. — But you were married in England. Darnay — True, but not an English woman. Pres. — A citizeness of France? Darnay — Yes. By birth. Pres. — What is her name and family? Darnay — Lucie Manette, only daughter of Dr. Manette, the good physician who sits there. Mob (whose attitude had changed) — Hurrah for Dr. Manette! Long live Alexandre Manette! Pres. — Why did you return to France when you did, and not sooner? Darnay — I did not return sooner simply because I had no means of living in France save those I had resigned; whereas, in England I lived by giving instructions in the French language and literature. I returned when I did, on the pressing and written entreaty of a French citizen who represented that his life was endangered by my absence. I came back to save a citizen ' s life, and to bear my testi- mony at whatever personal hazard to the truth. Is that criminal in the eyes of the Republic? Mob— No! No! No! No! No! I ' res. — What is the name of that citizen? Darnay. — That citizen is first witness. I have also that fact. Pres. — Let this letter be read. (Here Gabelle ' s letter Is read by the Public Prosecutor.) Pres.— Gabelle, come forward and confirm this letter. Gabelle — Your Honor, I wrote this letter to Charles Dar- nay on June 21, 1792. I wrote it from the Prison of the Abbaye. Your Honor, with the great pressure of business imposed on the Tribunal by the multitude of enemies of the Re- public, I think I have been slightly overlooked, until three days ago, when I was summoned before it and set free by the Jury ' s declaring that the accusation against me was answered by the surrender of Charles Darnay. Pres. — Very well. Now let us hear from Dr. Manette. Dr. Manette — Yes, Your Honor. Pres. — Dr. Manette, how long have you known Darnay? Manette — I have known Darnay ever since he was court- ing my daughter. In fact, he was my first friend on my release from my long imprisonment. Pres. — You are quite sure that the accused bore no title when in England? Manette — Yes, I am very sure. Pres. — Was the accused a favorite of the Aristocrat government there? Manette — Sir, he was far from a favorite of the govern- ment for he was actually tried for his life by it, as a foe to England and a friend of the United States. Mr. Lorry, here, a representative of Tellson ' s, will confirm this statement. Chm. of Jury — Your Honor, the Jury has heard enough and we are ready to cast our votes when Your Honor is content to receive them. Pres. — I am ready, sir, to hear the Jury ' s vote. (Each Juryman votes aloud and individually. All the votes are in the prisoner ' s favor. After each vote the audi- ence shouts applause.) Pres. — After due consideration, I declare Charles Evre- monde free. Lucius W. Evans, ' 32. THE OLD FIDDLER OF ST. MADELEINE With a feeble sigh Grandpere Auguste tenderly laid aside the fiddle which he had been fondling. His gaunt, decrepit hands trembled as he placed the violin in its case. A look of mingled sadness and anxiety appeared on the wrinkled, venerable, old face, loved and revered by all the simple country folk in the little Canadian village of St. Madeleine. Grandpere, he was called by all from the small- est tot to the hoariest ancient of the vill age. And well he deserved to bear that title. He had been the village fiddler ever since anyone could remember, enlivening every party or ball with his entrancing music. But the passing of time had taken its toll on Grandpere Auguste. His fiddle no longer produced that enrapturing rhythm which was so irresistible to dancers. Gone was that magical touch which had so endeared him to the hearts of the loving villagers. So now, Grandpere Auguste was ruminating over his lost powers and thinking of the annual ball that was to be held that night, where for the first time in many years he would not be present with his beloved fiddle. A knock at the door aroused him from his reverie. Come in, he called softly. The door opened and Henri Lafitte, one of his staunch- est admirers, a typical young Canadian woodsman, walked awkwardly into the room. He was evidently ill at eas e and he spoke with embarrassment. Grandpere, he began, tonight ze grand dance weel be held. One have tol ' me you cannot play. So they have bring a phonograph from ze city. Pour moi, I do not go. Bah, dat ees not museek. With these words he left the room. It was now eight o ' clock. The villagers had all gathered at the public dance hall. In spite of the gaiety of the oc- casion, there was an evident lack of merriment. The danc- ing had not yet begun, nor were there any manifestations of impatience among the unenthusiastic couples. Suddenly someone cried, Ze Grandpere Auguste! ! ! Surely enough, there in the doorway stood the aged fiddler with his violin under his arm. A strange light shone in his eyes as he walked to the center of the floor. He raised a hand for silence and began to speak. My friends, he said in a tremulous voice, I have play for you many time ze violin. More time dan I can remem- ber. Now I am ol ' an ' feeble. My skeel appear to be gone. But tonight I weel not have need of it. Thees weel be ze last time an ' with ze help of le bon Dieu, I weel mek ' ze mos ' belle museek of my life. Immediately the hall resounded with tunes that defy description. It seemed as though the old man had reserved his ability and energy all for that one night. True, he had always been acclaimed as the most accomplished of artists, but tonight ' s performance surpassed his previous efforts beyond any degree of comparison. Everybody was dancing. So rapidly and so fervently did the tunes follow one another, that even the most ardent dancer could barely keep the pace. Before anyone could realize it, the bells in the vil- lage church were sounding the hour of midnight. With the first stroke Grandpere paused, but before any of his enchanted audience could speak a word of remon- strance, he resumed playing. But what was this? Instead of a lively dance tune, there came the inspired notes of a song so beautiful and so divine that every dancer stood awe- stricken with heads bowed. It was a haunting, plaintive melody, which would have brought iron tears down Pluto ' s cheek, as it did down those of the old violinist ' s listeners. As he played, a sublime and holy look spread over his coun- tenance. On his lips fiitted the sweet, tender smile of a pure soul. His eyes were half -closed and he played as though in a dream. With each dilatory stroke of the vil- lage clock, the notes of the fiddle increased in beauty and sadness. The interval between each stroke seemed to the listeners hours apart. As the last echoes of the twelfth stroke died away, the song came to an end as suddenly as it had begun. Then, a shrill, agonizing scream from one of the women; the old fiddler lay on the floor, his fiddle clutched closely to his heart. Grandpere Auguste had sounded his own funeral knell. Nicholas Quinzio, ' 30. R2l 5 J4. L ; 1 U 0 POETRY THE PRINTER Pick and click go the type in the stick As the printer stands at his case; His eyes glance quick, and his fingers pick The type at a rapid pace; And one by one as the letters go, Words are piled up steady and slow, Steady and slow. But still they grow. And words of fire they soon will glow. Wonderful words, that without a sound Traverse the earth to its utmost bound; Words that can crumble an army ' s might. Or treble its strength in a righteous fight. Yet the types they look so leaden and dumb, As he puts them in place with his finger and thumb But the printer smiles, By chanting a song as the letters he piles. Oh where is the man with such simple tools Can govern the world as I? With a printing press, an iron stick. And a little leaden die. Say, where is he, who may he be That can rival the printer ' s power? The printer still grows, and God only knows When his might shall cease to tower! George Curley, ' 30. LIFE ' S CLOCK The clock of life is wound but once. And no man has the power. To tell just when the clock will stop. At late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in tomorrow. For the clock may then be still. Ruth Surette, ' 33. Joan Foster, ' 30 THE RAIN Silently, softly, comes the rain Shrouding in gray each hill and plain. Dripping off leaves all glistening wet, Down through birches ' thirsty net. Fine as mist and without sound. Noiselessly sifting down to ground. Clarence Doore, ' 31. DAWN The grey-robed clouds on eastern hills Are softly gliding from their beds. In ecstasy they raise their heads. With silver down, the sky soon fills. For Day is opening its eye. And as the Sun ' s great fiery face Comes peering, all the grey clouds race. With master brush Dawn paints the sky. Bright dyes the phantom artists use To give those gleaming, gorgeous shades, Which look like fire that slowly fades And brings the Day in brilliant hues. Elizabeth Ridlon, ' 30. BOOKS Books are sometimes boresome things. When we have studies drear. One feels his head with wisdom ring. And brains begin to sear. Books are sometimes pleasant things. When we make them our friends. Some vision of their message clings When life its sorrow sends. Books are always friends or bores, Whate ' er may be our mood. A treasure full of gold is yours. If books have been your food. Donovan C. Taylor, ' 31. MOONLIGHT FROM HAWKE ' S CLIFF THE BOBOLINK I stop to lean against a giant tree. I ' m at the top, my long, hard climb is done; And gazing down to earth from whence I came, I wonder how I ' m here, so far above That somber forest, black and far below. Down there ' tis dark, as dark as ignorance, And not a moonbeam penetrates the gloom; And yet from there I started all alone, Making my way along the tangled trails, Unmindful of the dangers lurking near. ' Twas dark and damp — I cannot quite forget The kiss of dewy cobwebs on my cheek. The feel of clinging fern about my feet. The sound of bull-frogs grumbling from the swamps, The frightened cries of wild folk underfoot. At last I reach the ladders, standing stark Upright against the mossy slabs of rock. And there begins my difficult ascent First clutching, slipping, falling, then again I gain my feet and crawl on towards the top. I mean to get there, far above this threatening realm Of choking darkness fraught with hidden fears. For here ' tis dark, yet higher up I know The moon is shining bright, revealing all That merely may be dreamed of down below. At last I stand as high as I can go. I look out, far beyond the forest black And gaze on wonders far beyond my dreams: Vast rising mountains, dipping dells and vales, A silver pit of sand, a mirrored lake. The river, winding ' round its magic course, A wonderland of shadows, moonlight-laced. Created by the trees that grace her banks While slumbering cattle lie at peace and rest, Stirring when the rapids swifter grow. And all is wonderful, and I am here. Where I may gaze upon the moonlit world Forgetting all the dangers and the fears Through which I ' ve passed to reach the top; But still, I know I ' ve earned my prize. Yet never could I reach the top above. If others ne ' er had toiled their way before. The ladders were all made and placed for me And I hac but to climb the slippery rungs; This in itself was work enough for me. ' Tis so in Life: we start in ignorance. And follow in the steps of those before; But many steps we have to take alone And higher we must go for higher gain. Then, when we reach the top, the world is ours. Jeanette Downing, ' 31. Up from the creek, Down from the hill. There comes that whistle, So loud and shrill. The Bobolink, So bright and gay. Sings to the sun, At break of day. In winter time, He southward goes, And leaves behind. The land of snows. When Spring comes back. With sun and rain. His cheerful song. We ' ll hear again. John Hogg, ' 31. EVENING Across the painted evening sky. Behind the hills where shadows lie, A golden orb is sinking slow, Tinting the clouds with amber glow. The gentle zephyrs whispering near Dispel all terrifying fear. And Night in mystic mantle dressed To all the world gives peace and rest. Richard Hayes, ' 30. BOYHOOD DAYS Boyhood days, Joyhood days. Better than all earth ' s gold. But the time you feel their longing steal. Is when you ' re growing old. Ruth Surrette, ' 33. THOUGHTS 1% is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where, Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither nor why; Through the grey, light drift of dust, in the keen, cool rush of the air, Under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky. And to halt at the chattering brook, in the tall green fern at the brink. Where the harebell grows, and the gorse, and the fox- glove, purple and white; Where the shy-eyed, delicate deer troop down to the brook to drink. When the stars are mellow and bright, at the coming on of night. Andrew Mansfield, ' 32. SPRING SONG HAMLET O Mistress Spring, where can you be? We ' ve missed you for so long; We ' re waiting for your quiet step And yearning for your song! O luckless, hapless youth, why did The unrelenting fates so harass thee? Thy sole desire in life was but To learn the undisputed facts of sage. The world is wrapped in dreariness, The birds no longer cheer; We ' re waiting for your youthful touch To warm the coming year. So far off in the distance now, • Your graceful form I see; That I ' ll just drift to dreamer ' s land Until you waken me. Elizabeth Chartier, ' 32. MARCH WINDS Mad white caps whirl across the seas And ships fly onward with the breeze. The trees and bushes bend and sway While winds contend in mighty fray. The windows of our houses shake And tremble ' til it seems they ' ll break. The sun looks down upon the scene With laughing face and jolly mein. Our hats and papers blow about — That wind ' s a nuisance, there ' s no doubt. But still we have a merry day In March, so playful and so gay. Elizabeth Dellinger, ' 30. CLOUDS Here and there are fluffy clouds Floating over you, And they seem like pillows piled On a quilt of blue. Softly drifting o ' er the hills Watching sheep at play, Feathery and huge they roll Places angels pray. Often do their shapes they change Like a young child ' s face Sometimes looking like a lamb. Others, like some lace. Jean Butters, ' 31. FIFTY RINGS Pull fifty rings of the purest gold. The dearest rings that one can hold. Each ring fits on a lady ' s finger; Her hand among them loves to linger. What are these fifty rings so rare? Just tousled locks of baby ' s hair. Henrietta Bartnick, ' 33. And yet, when thou wert all prepared To follow up thy rare propensities, A burden wont to stagger men Was placed upon thy inefficient head. Richard Hayes, ' 30. LIFE (ModeUed on the Old English) Our life is a candle. The wick, our soul. Our hopes, the flame — Flickering up brightly, Then waning — while Slowly, but steadily Our life candle burns, Burns lower and lower. One last flare of hope — We dwell on the past For one fleet, fading moment And then — the flame goes out Eleanor Hayes, ' 31. JUNGLE SONG Savage, shrieking, wild. Untamed jungle child. Music ' s throbbing note Born in husky throat. Stamping golden feet Thrill to gloom-filled heat. Swaying, darkling girl. Jungle dancers swirl. Slinking, crawling shapes, Monstrous man-like apes. Moving to the beat Padded hairy feet. Native dancers croon, To the dusky moon, Till that haunting song Dies and fades ere long. Ruth O ' Connell, ' 31. NIGHT A thing of beauty is a winter ' s night When the moon above is shining bright. And kindly earth so far below Is covered with a sheet of snow. But better still, I like to see A summer moon so «ilvery, Sending down its glowing light. Upon a world of darkest night. Edward A. LeDuc, ' 33. MIRROR OF VENUS There ' s a mirror that shines with a light divine Beneath the clear blue sky, Where many a plighted maid doth pine For the beauty of Venus ' eye. The floating bubbles o ' erlap the stones, As the maidens watch and sigh. And the watery clearness, and the silvery tones Are as deep as heaven is high. Rose Assenza, ' 30. MEDICI VASE Lustrous grapes in clusters hanging. Tender, green their tendrils twining, Sturdy men their labor plying. Earthly cups with fruit are filling. The molded chalice, scalloped rim, Entwined with leaves of tender green. Is set upon a pedestal slim And all may gaze on its golden sheen. Juanita Hazelton, ' 30. THE BLESSED DAMOZEL The stars of heaven in her dusky hair. The lonely maiden looks with thoughtful eyes Upon the deeds of men who live below; For she is an immortal of the skies. Mary Bonney, ' 30. MINERVA Her potential scepter she holds in her hand. The symbol of vigor and might on the land. Then, too, her stern visage seems ordained to lead Expression of strength and the will to succeed. For down through the ages, has she played her part, Minerva, the Goddess of War and of Art. Elizabeth Ridlon, ' 30. PSYCHE True grace and beauty in Psyche did abound. From whose eyes the sparkle of love flashed ' round. A maiden with butterfly ' s wings she once was, And her love for Eros knew not one pause. Though Cupid caused her both torture and bliss. No virtues of life in her were amiss. Elizabeth V. Upham, ' 30. SAPPHO Sappho, you In days of Grecian grace Lilted lyrics to the ling ' ring roll Of a lyre. Sappho, yours is virgin mold of face Carved by Nature ' s ardent flaming soul And a lyre. Louise Sherman, ' 30. APOLLO AND THE MUSES Apollo, god of music and of song. Stood in the midst of beauteous maids, While all around in floating gowns so long. The Muses danced on rapturous days. Gladys Douglass, ' 30. THE FORGE OF VULCAN A huge hulk shadowed ' gainst the murky sky; The dull, red glow of greedy, licking flames; The sweating, straining ripple of bulging muscles; The panting, labored breath of toiling gods; The dumb, despairing search for precious respite; The measured monody of clanging anvils. John Roach, ' 30. LAOCOON O Son of Earth, why struggle on. When death ' s lean clutch is at your throat, For soon your manly strength is gone; Then pain of terror, madness racks your frame; And as life ' s breath succumbs to dark and whirling roar, You find that mortal will is dust to Godly claim. Merritt Stockbridge, ' 30. PENELOPE She ' s sitting on a block of stone Her body ' s in repose. But there, I wonder if it ' s known What in her mind arose. Her hair has many a silken curl. She has an aquiline nose. She is a stately Roman girl With thoughts of love — who knows? Miriam Schreider, ' 30. NIOBE ' S DAUGHTER What does this daughter of Niobe see As she goes forth to meet eternity? Her needless dying, loss, disgrace, and pain? But no, her mother ' s guilt is, as by rain. All washed away in understanding love — Her heart is filled with peace from Heaven above. With gentle, pure, and calm, resigned face, She knows death near — she ' s lost — yet won life ' s race! Elizabeth Dellinger, ' 30. DYING ALEXANDER His tangled ringlets, symbols of the might That he had known, fall free. A light! He raised his head, those eyes that knew no fear, Those fading eyes, above in wonder bent. His face aglow, while every firmament. Blazed forth in splendor for his funeral bier. Baldwin Tuttle, ' 30. CHINA Golden vase with jeweled face, Your slanting eyelids close. As moonbeams tied with silver lace, And perfumed shadows doze. Scented silks of peacock hue. Musk and dusk have breathed Mystery and a fragrance true With smoky shadows wreathed. Ruth O ' Connell, ' 31. OLD TREES Old trees, old trees, In your mystic gloom There ' s many a warrior laid, And many a nameless and lonely tomb Is sheltered beneath your shade. Old trees, old trees, without pomp or prayer We buried the brave and the true, We fired a volley and left them there To rest, old trees, with you. Old trees, old trees, we shall pass away Like the leaves you yearly shed, But you, lone sentinels, still must stay. Old trees, to guard our dead. Sigmund J. Szydlowski, ' 30. A STORM A strange uneasiness is in the air; The gentle wind of spring grows sharp and keen — All changed to gray, the sky just now so fair. The deep, deep blue of ocean wave, now green, A storm! On land, all rush to gain some shelter near; Away from storm and wind and rain they flee. On land, they think of those out there with fear; Out there, they watch the sky, the raging sea, A storm! The gale in all its fury strikes the earth; It shrieks, it howls, it seems to shake the sphere; The demons laugh and gloat in awful mirth. But yet, ' tis wonderful to see and hear A storm! Elizabeth Dellinger, ' 30. THE SONG OF THE RIVER ' Tis the summer and the weather ' s hot and dry, That ole river sings a song as he floats by; It ' s a plaintive, sobbing note so deep and low That only those black ni ggers ever know What the river sings. Now it ' s winter and the weather ' s cold and wet. And those muddy waters are complaining yet; And that river swells his breast and starts to moan- Oh, but now he sings an eerie, warning tone — How that river sings! It ' s the springtime now and we must stand and gasp For the river leaps forth, free from Winter ' s grasp And the water writhes and snaps as if to bite And its song is now a wail, a cry of might When the river sings. Oh, if I could copy down that music weird. Or if I could comprehend those tunes I ' ve heard, Why I ' d weave them into symphonies, that glow! But remember, only lazy darkies know What the river sings. Stephen Rogers, ' 30. ??r GRANDMA ' S TALES Of princes, kings and knights bo bold. Of ladies fair With powdered hair. Of these my grandma told. ■ ' Of fdiry folk whose laughter ran- ' ' ' Beneath each tree ' ' ' ' ' On every lea, - Of these my grandma sang. Of many tales both sad .and gay Adventures fast About the past. My grandma told each day. ' ' ' ' - ' ' ' ■ • ■■ Aj ' sil But now I have to sit and look At pictures gay, - ' ' ' ' •• Most every day, ' ' Within my story jbook. For grandma ekr has gone to be An angel white. Out of my sight. But still she watches me. I ' ll be with her again sometime And hear her tales Of fairy dales. Till I ' ll end my rhyme. Corrinne Doane, ' 31. NIGHT I saw a lake as I passed by. The lazy clouds high in the sky. The rosy sun far in the West, The purple shadows, heaven blest. The silvery lake, a deep ' ning blue. The shadows lengthening, darker hue. The distant mountains looming large, And on the lake a dusky barge. Gi.-. ■ Shadows, shadows, all around, 4,5 : o.r Stilly silence, all profound. . -li-v Kingly trees so large and towering. Tiny stumps, afraid and cowering, Length ' ning shadows, still they come. Warning all that day is done. The gentle breeze — a sweet regret. ,__ Deeper shadows — deeper yet. Darkness now and day is done Now at last the night is come. , ' r i ' -: ' : .: : EleadiOEv Collins, ' 31. DREAMS AND REALITY - In dreams, we ride a reckless horse, O ' er rolling plains and hills. We race! We speed! We seldom pause Our goal in life is Thrills! But we cannot go on and on. Amid the world ' s great strife. Just doing everything for fun. Because we ' ll miss Real Life! ' ' • ' ' ■ ' Phyllis Reed, ' 31. THE PINES Upon the hill across that field, Two lonely pind trees there, Are symbols of the hill ' s own quest — Two hands in sUent prayer. The trees are etched against the blue. They hold back Winter ' s rod; The roaring of the icy blast Brings answer straight from God. Alfred Dickhart, ' 31. GARDEN GOSSIP Across a lovely garden wall, There peeped two hollyhocks, so tall. They told of mystic flower lore. And what the future held in store. They talked of love, and eyes of blue And to Sweet William both were true. They had a rival. Columbine, Who kept a tryst in raiment fine. Their secrets then they ceased to tell, For when I came, I broke the spell! Lois Huff, ' 31. CHRISTMAS Now lights are glistening beauty. And shops are filled with toys; But Christ was born in a manger With a star for His candle tall; vi! ! While His bed that wondrous night Was the hay in the cattle ' s stall. Now carollers sing in the night-time. There ' s a tinkle of merry bells; But Christ heard only the angels. Far up in the heavenly sky. To baby ears it seemed Like some sweet lullaby. Sallie Parker, ' 32. THE LAST WHALING SHIP Anchored in firm cement she stands. The last old whaling ship. No more she ' ll visit foreign lands. She ' s taken her last trip. Her prow is headed seaward yet. Her sails blow in the breeze. For her sole mission she is set: — Chance visitors to please. Alice Clark, ' 32. KNOWLEDGE I ' d like to see the open world. To know what life would be; And have the robes of mystery twirled, And thrown aside for me. John Serrentino, ' 31. TO A GYPSY MAID Life to thee is very gay — Just a time to dance and play — Summer sunshine stains your face. Every movement one of grace, From your lips a tune is tilting. And I know your heart is lilting To be off! Whirling ' round a campfire bright, I have watched you dance at night To a music wild and sweet, Such a pair of twinkling feet, And I wished that I might, too. Be a gypsy maid like you — Ever free! Fair gypsy maid, dance away, For all too soon will come a day When lilting tunes are but a sigh Of summer days that hasten by, While neither music wild nor sweet Can stir your little twinkling feet Forever still ! Miriam G. MacTeague, ' 30. WINTER When the sun is slowly setting. And the sky is all aglow, When you hear the north winds sighing, And the trees blow to and fro, You will know that winter ' s coming. With its ice and frost and snow. When the days are growing longer, And the nights are very cold. When the winds are blowing stronger. Very harsh and very bold, You will know that winter ' s coming. With its ice and frost and snow. Phyllis Pottle, ' 33. SPRING How do I know that Spring has come? By the birds and the butterflies in the air. The things that grow in the cool, greenwood, The ferns and mosses and flowers rare; By the things that grow by the bubbling brook That flows through a leafy screen Of rushes and alders and cat-tails tall. And under drooping willows green. Eleanor Foster, ' 33. MY HOUSE O, to have a little house With Welcome by its door. And love and laughter, both within, Why, who could ask for more? A house that gives to all who pass, A kind and joyful smile. When it has gladdened one man ' s heart. My house is then worth while. Lois Huff, ' 31. THE ELM LAZY JIM CROW In winter when the air was bleak and chill, I walked afar in lonely, icy realm; And, solitary on a distant hill. There stood an aged, gaunt, and spectre elm. I stopped a moment there, and ere I left, I asked the patient elm so grey and old, Are you not frozen, of your leaves bereft? You surely cannot like this ice and cold? Oh, tall elm tree, so withered, gaunt and bare. Since summer ' s merry fete is long since o ' er. Are you not sad and lonely standing there? And autumn ' s glory, too, is now no more. Do you not wish the spring to send forth shoots To cover every still and naked bough? Is not the strength gone wholly from your roots? Are you not tired of blust ' ring winter now? A rustle of the wind, and then a creak, I strained my ears — it surely could not be — Yes, I did hear the elm in whisper speak. And this is what he softly said to me: Oh, mortal, would you not soon tired grow If all were songs and joy and laughter gay? I, too, must rest ' neath blankets soft of snow For winter is the night of springtime ' s day. Then, too, I must our Mother Nature aid By giving up my leaves for covers warm. But in the spring I ' ll surely be repaid By soft green garments, and the birds will come Beneath my leaves, for they ' ll find shelter there. Just as you mortals rest at close of day — So now I sleep all free from toil and care. I saw him nod — and softly stole away. Caroline Feindel, ' 31. MY MOTHER ' S EYES My mother ' s eyes are glowing brown, Quite beautiful to see; They ' re never clouded by a frown But smile quite happily. My mother ' s eyes know when I ' m blue. They watch me wistfully; They seem to say, What can we do To make you more carefree? My mother ' s eyes have watched o ' er me For many, many years; They ' ve guided me most tenderly Through all my joys and tears. Lyin ' on the ole levee Sun ' s as hot as it can be, Hear dat Ole Man Ribber ' s tune! Bo, dat watah sho can croon Gurgle, gurgle soft and low, Dreary, lazy-like and slow, Just like them ole Darky Blues Sambo sings at Mammy Lou ' s. Chilluns laughin ' at their play, Banjos strummin ' far away, Sure is low — it ' s gettin ' late; Catfish nibblin ' at the bait. Ah-h-h, I ' se got him — now I ' ll go Take him home to Ole Aunt Chloe. There she ' ll fry him crisp and brown Chloe ' s the finest cook in town. Huh? Me lazy? No, siree. Ah just loves this here levee. And dat Ole Man Ribber ' s song — But I ' se going now — So long! Stephen Rogers, ' 30. SUMMER When the breeze is soft and warm And flowers on the velvety lawn Bloom in soft warm colors clear. Then you know that Summer ' s here. • When the Sun shines warm and bright, And the birds sing in the morning light. When everything is bright and green Then you know that Summer ' s Queen. When the sky is clear and blue With the little clouds all sailing thro ugh And all the world is full of cheer. Then you know that Summer ' s here. Eleanor Foster, ' 33. THE MARINES AT BELLEAU WOOD Machine guns are mowing — Swift death they are sowing. Don ' t ask the soldier — He doesn ' t know why. Mad shells ricochetting Rent shrapnel is spraying Death on the soldier — But don ' t ask him why. His rifle is smoking — Gas shells — he is choking. Knowing only his orders — Objective — or die. To me my mother ' s eyes do seem To be my guiding star; Without their understanding beam I would have strayed afar. John Farrington, ' 31. The barrage is dying, Yet bullets are flying. But God ' s with our soldier — They all pass him by. Baldwin Tuttle, ' 30. FOOTBALL— 1929 ., Practice for the 1929 season got under way the first day of school when the returning veterans of the 1928 cam- paign assembled for the opening workout. The next day the squad was augmented when many new candidates reported. Our hopes for a successful season took a hard jolt when, because of injuries and other important reasons, s6me of last year ' s regulars were hot able to be with us. This fact made it necessary for Coach Healey to start all over kgain and de- velop a new machine. Only those in the know can realize what a huge task this was that confronted ' thdi ' bbach, and if it were not for his untiring efforts, the team Would have fared much worse than it did. The team loses several letter-men, including Chester Melanson, Richard Hayes, Donald Snowdon, Harold Hooper, William Climo, George Edson, Burton Colpitts, Albert Hovey, Austin Atwell, and Robert Sparkes. Some of the men who will be seen in action next year are Captain-elect Leon Dulong, Daniel Burbine, William Sparkes, Frank Mugf ord, Richard Dingle, Loring Jordan, Robert Curley, George Buckle, Francis Dinan, James O ' Keefe, and Louis Hatch. This season marked the development of an organized second team. This team won two games, Ibist one, and tied one. ' ' ' The results of the games are as; fellows Methuen Punchard 12 Melrose 37 Woburn 6 Watertown 38 Winchester Lexington Arlington 24 Reading 7 Wakefield Wakefield 6 Wakefield Wakefield 6 Wakefield Wakefield 7 Wakefield 26 Wakefield Wakefield 6 With the wealth of material that will be on hand next year, things look bright for a successful season. We wish the best of luck to Captain Dulong and the team,. of 1931. Robert Sparkes, ' 30. Elizabeth Orde, BASKETBALL OF 1929-1930 This past season unquestionably was the most success- full one since basketball has been introduced to the school. This year ' s team, with only three veterans returning from last year ' s quintet, fought a stiff schedule to obtain the en- viable record of winning thirteen out of sixteen games, one loss being that to the undefeated alumni team of the class of 1927. At the end of the regular season, Wakefield and Stone- ham were tied for the honors of the Middlesex League Championship. A post-season game was necessary to de- termine the winner of the league. Wakefield won after a hard-fought game in which it showed its superiority in every department of basketball. This was the second consecutive year that Wakefield has won the Middlesex League Cham- pionship. In order to keep permanently the cup which the league gives annually, Wakefield needs only to win the championship next year. The line-up for the first team: Berg and Robinson, forwards; Richardson, center; Climo and Gersinovitch, guards. The second team nicknamed the Blunderbusses , by the first team players at the start of the season, included the following; Davis and Dinan, forwards; Seavey, center; Atwell and Fairbanks, guards. The Blunderbusses were valuable because they conditioned the first team players for the hard games of the schedule. This is the second consecutive year that Coach Shellen- berger has brought the Middlesex League Championship to Wakefield. This fact proves that he should be given an unlimited amount of praise for his efforts of the past season. The coach has not only taught his players to be good sports- men in victory, but also in defeat. Coach Shellenberger has retm-ning for next year, a vet- eran from the first team, and the players of the third and fourth teams of the squad. Moreover, very promising groups of players are coming from the lower classes and the Junior High School; hence, next year promises another very successful season. Manager Loring did excellent work in handling the bus- iness affairs of the team. Each one of the squad showed good spirit throughout the season in sacrificing himself for the welfare of the team. Best of luck to Captain Rich and next year ' s team which, we hope will keep the stone rolling! THE BASKETBALL TEAM (Middlesex League Champions, 1929-1930) Back Row, left to right — P.Lazzaro, M. Beebe, R. Curley, J. Winslow, W. Richardson Second Row — Mgr. A. Loring, A. Atwell, W. Fairbanks, M. Seavey, Z. Bliss, L. Jordan, H. Shellenberger First Row — J. Dinan, W. Climo, R. Robinson, A. Gersinovitch, C. Richardson, B. Berg, R. Davis CHAMPIONSHIP BASKETBALL TEAM Bacli Row, left to right — Miss Bent (coach), B. O ' Connor, R. Doremus. L. Chattrton, E, Dellinger, L. Cosman M. Reilly, R. Asseioza Front Row— L. Sherman, W. Ashenden, E. Orde, K. Shea, M. Potter, D. Chick, H. Whittet The results of the games are as follows: Wakefield 20 Everett 19 Wakefield 25 Alumni 34 Wakefield 21 Everett 14 ♦Wakefield 32 Lexington 10 Wakefield 23 Stoneham 26 Wakefield 26 Belmont 17 Wakefleld 44 Winchester 26 Wakefield 22 Newton 9 Wakefield 26 Reading 10 Wakefield 37 Lexington 18 Wakefield 14 Stoneham 18 Wakefield 29 Belmont 13 Wakefield 31 Winchester 19 Wakefield 36 Melrose 15 Wakefield 35 Reading 14 H Wakefield 22 Stoneham 15 League games H Post-season game Arthur Gen sine BASEBALL OF 1929 Shortly after the termination of the basketball season, Coach Shellenberger issued the call for baseball candidates. LeBlanc, Ball, Gersinovitch, Walsh, MacDonald, Hubbard, Doyle, Spaulding, Brown, and Rogers were the veterans who answered the initial workout. After a few weeks of indoor practice, the candidates were allowed to go on the athletic field. A new policy was followed this year of having a second team and a coach to instruct the boys. Coach Healey had charge of the second team. Wakefield High was tendered an unusual honor when Ball, LeBlanc, Gersinovitch, and Cotter were chosen to play on the All-Mystic Team against the All-Suburban League Team. We had a fairly successful season, winning seven of the fourteen games on the schedule. With six veterans, mate- rial from the second team available, and the coach having complete charge of the team after a lapse of two years, the team of 1930 should produce a winning ball club. Best of luck to the team of 1930. John F. Cotter, ' 29. TRACK FOR 1929 The 1929 track season under Captain Harry Fine was not a successful season in the sense of having a winning team, since the squad consisted of a few veterans and a large number of inexperienced freshmen and sophomores. Besides the Mystic Valley Meet, two dual meets were held, one with Winchester, the other with Melrose. Winchester had a powerful, well-trained team, and consequently out- classed the Wakefield track men, winning the meet by a score of 55 1-3 to 21 2-3. By the time Wakefield met Mel- rose the squad had improved considerably; hence, they made a better showing, 41 to 31. A picked team of men repre- sented Wakefield at the Mystic Valley track meet held at Arlington. There were the regular inter-class meets, with the Soph- omores beating the Freshmen and the Seniors trimming the Juniors. There was also an inter-team affair, consisting of three teams picked by Captains Ryan, Wheeler, and Owen. This was the closest and most interesting meet of the year with Oweh ' s team just squeezing out a victory by three points. The scores were: Owen ' s team 29; Wheeler ' s team 26 ;Ryan ' s team 21. The four men to receive letters for the 1929 season were Captain Harry Fine, broad jump; Paul Ryan, half-nule (high scorer); Mark Wheeler, quarter-mile; and Lloyd N. Owen, quarter mile. The men receiving numerals were: Edward Lally, dashes; Murray Seavey, hundred-yard dash; Stephen Crosby, mile; Charles Wilkinson, shot-put; and William Climo, high jump. Lloyd N. Owen, ' 30, Captain. TRACK FOR 1930 For the first time since Mr. Heavens has been coaching at Wakefield, indoor track practice has been held in the Armory. There will be no indoor meets with other schools, however, and only inter-class and inter-team races. Many freshmen and new members have reported for track this season, and it is hoped that Wakefield can make a better showing this year than they did last year. Outdoor track will probably start about April first, with a return meet scheduled at Winchester and other dual meets to be decided later, in addition to the annual Mystic Valley meet. Lloyd N. Owen, ' 30, Captain. HOCKEY In 1919 hockey was dropped in Wakefield High School. In 1930, a few boys from Greenwood interested Wakefield in a hockey team that would represent the school. They asked Mr. Heavens to be Faculty Manager, and Edmund Dagnino, a former Wakefield High star, and pres- ent member of the Boston Hockey Club, to be coach. The men consented, and the members of the hockey team ap- preciate their kindness. January 4, Wakefield played Stoneham High at Kim- ball ' s Pond, Stoneham. Wakefield lost 4-2 in a hard-fought game. Bob Sparkes and Bob Shea scored one goal apiece for Wakefield. January 6, Wakefield played Concord at Fillings ' Pond Rink. Concord won 6-4. Jones, Sparkes, Shea and Connor scored for Wakefield. January 8, the team went to Dummer Academy and registered the first win of the year, 2-1. Bob Sparkes scored on a pretty solo. Connor scored on a pass from Red Melan- son. Purdy played a good game in goal for Wakefield. January 15, Wakefield played St. Mary ' s of Waltham, and tied them 2-2. Bob Shea and Connor scored for Wake- field. January 27, Wakefield played Melrose and took a beating by the score of 4-1. Although beaten, the team gave a good account of itself. Connor scored on a pretty pass from Bob Shea. January 31, the team played Worcester Academy, a team too powerful for the Wakefield sextet. Wakefield lost 10-3. Bob Sparkes scored twice on passes from Connor. Shea scored once. February 2, Wakefield played Watertown at Victory Field Rink, and won the second game of the year, 4-1. Connor registered three times, twice on passes from Sparkes and once on a solo. Bob Shea scored once. February 8, Wakefield played Concord for the second time, tying them 2-2. Connor scored twice for Wakefield. d ha ffi o c Tl p; s w = o f K S s S b ? o . . w a . 5 tf L-i ' r fe w S o tc S b p . .- P5 s CM as e . O id. ' ' - ' 4 L 1929 BASEBALL TEAM Back Row, left to right — B. Barry, H. MacDonald, W. Sparkes, R. Curley, E. Peterson, mgr.; D. Burbine,R(. Sparkes, W. Ball, W. Ericson Middle Row — H. Shellenberger, coach; F. Mugford, A. Gersiuovitch, C. Richardson, M, Ball.W. MacDonald, F. Brandt, R. Shea, W. Healey, coach Front Row — W. Greaney, W. Doyle, J. Rogers, P. Lewis, J. Cotter, L. LeBlanc, A. Brown, K. Spaulding, F. Dinan Ci. o ■♦ ■ 4. ■ r j ' W A. ' ' ■ -mi. HOCKEY TEAM Back Row, left to right — J. Ricker, L. Hill, D. Jones, J. Hurton, R. Hurley, R. Purdy, M. Wheeler, Manager Front Row — F. Simpson, R. Sparkes, E. Connors, R. Shea, C. Melanson February 11, the team went to Belmont in the last game of the year and lost 3-2. Bob Shea played a wonderful game for Wakefield, scoring twice. Ricker played a good game in goal for Wakefield. Next year the squad loses at graduation, five valuable players: Bob Sparkes, Red Melanson, Don Snowdon, Jim Hurton and Simpson, who is going to Cambridge Latin next year. Ricker, Purdy, Jones, Hill, Newbegin, Hurley, Shea and Connor will be available. Next year the members of the hockey team hope to have the school support them, and they promise to have a good team. Mark Wheeler was elected manager for next year, and Ned Connor, captain. GIRLS ' BASKETBALL The girls ' basketball teams have been working under an Wakefield Juniors, 15; Stoneham Juniors, 25. entirely different system from that of former years. The Wakefield Sophomores, 8; Stoneham Sophomores, 45. varsity is replaced by interclass teams. This arrangement Stoneham at Stoneham: was started last year by Miss Marjorie Bent, Girls ' Physical Wakefield Seniors, 19; Stoneham Seniors, 14. Instructor, with the idea of giving more girls a chance to Wakefield Juniors, 24; Stoneham Juniors, 18. earn numerals. Wakefield Sophomores, 8; Stoneham Sophomores, 28. At the beginning of the season, the following girls were Reading at Wakefield: elected as captains of their respective class teams: Wakefield Seniors, 28; Reading Seniors, 14. Freshmen Arlene Boudreau Wakefield Juniors, 23; Reading Juniors, 18. Sophomore Ruth Griffin Wakefield Sophomores, 8 ; Reading Sophomores, 28. Junior Katherine Nichols From the above schedule, it may be noted that the Senior Kathleen Shea season closed successfully for the Seniors, as they won Schedule for 1929-30 every game. The Juniors were defeated once by the Stone- Stoneham at Wakefield: ham team, while the Sophomores lost all of their games. Wakefield Seniors, 31; Stoneham Seniors, 7. Kathleen Shea, ' 30. FIELD HOCKEY The fourth year of Field Hockey in the high school came to a close the first of December. There were many more candidates out this year than previously; a fact which indi- cates the popularity of the sport. On account of the short season and the weather conditions, the team was unable to play any outside games. The class games were played, how- ever, with the Juniors winning the championship. The captains of the four teams were as follows: Freshman Arlene Boudreau Sophomore Gertrude Vandenburg Junior Cat herine Nichols Senior Doris Chick A change in numerals was made, reducing the size to two inches instead of the customary three-inch numeral. We all appreciate the interest Miss Bent showed in coach- ing the games, and in keeping the teams organized. Doris Chick, ' 30, Captain. aH ' ■ r 5 « f : ♦ 1 ' ■ ; i Al TRACK TEAM Back Row, left to rig ht- D. Dellinger, J. Dinan, W. Hovey, L. Clougii, T. Hen haw, G. Benedetto, G. Hamei, G Byaii, E.Dinan IVi:cUne Row — H. Heavens, Coach; B. Colpitts, W. Climo, M. Tuttle, W. Allyn, O. Pratt. F. Macintosh, R. Hurley, Z. Bliss, F. De Felice, Manager Front Row — L. Owen, C. Wilkinson, P. Ryan, M. Wheeler, H. Fine, M. Seavey, H. Bliss, E. Lally, C. Vik CHAMPIONSHIP HOCKEY TEAM Back Row, left to right — M. DeMarco, D. Gerrior, R. Doremus, Miss Bent (coach), J. Graham, M. RclUy Front Row — W. Ashenden, N. DeVita, E. Orde, B. O ' Connor, D. Chick, E. Yeuell. K. Shea. M. Potter, H. Whittct THE SENIOR PLAY On November twenty-six and twenty-seven, the class of 1930 presented Quality Street , a four-act play by Sir James M. Barrie. This is undoubtedly one of the outstand- ing exponents of Barrie ' s delightful style. It is charming in its humor, as was readily seen in the not easily forgotten schoolroom scene; moreover, the clever introduction of the love theme was pleasing. The leading characters, Robert Davis and Pauline Beeley, did not seem at all like amateur actors. They were indeed excellent, particularly in their interesting and subtle presentations of the many lengthy dialogues. Winnifred Ashenden, who had a very difficult part to play, showed real talent. Norman Balcom, as the comedian, also played his part remarkably well. The acting of all the minor characters, often considered unimportant, was ex- ceedingly well done and helped very much to attain a very high standard for the play. The cast of characters included: Miss Fanny Juanita Hazelton Miss Willoughby Betty Black Miss Henrietta Elizabeth Bellinger Miss Susan Winnifred Ashenden Phoebe (the heroine) Pauline Beeley Patty Catherine Simpson Sergeant Timothy McCarthy Valentine Brown (hero) .... Robert Davis Miss Charlotte Paratt .... Winnifred Mew Ensign Blades Hawley Russell Harriet Florence Reardon Spicer Norman Balcom The staff was as follows: Stage Manager Burton Berg Property Committee Doris Snowdon, Richard Hayes, Elaine Yeuell Costume Committee Barbara Gould, Rose Assenza Publicity John Roach Tickets Mr. R. E. Fisher The class of 1930 is very grateful to the school orchestra Elizabetb Upnam. .in and its director, Mr. Jones, and also to the soloists who helped to make the performance successful. The great success of the Senior Play may be largely attributed to Miss Ruth Flanders, whose untiring work in coaching the actors helped make Quality Street such an excellent production. Gladys Douglass, ' 30. THE SENIOR PARTY The Senior Party took place on October twenty-fourth. The gay decorations and favors were attractively arranged to portray Autumn in her brightest mood. The matrons were Mrs. Clarence Hoag, Mrs. Irving Rid- lon, Mrs. James O ' Connor, Mrs. Alfred Stockbridge, Miss Eleanor Sullivan, and Miss Ruth Flanders. The grand march was led by Wilton Hoag, Class Presi- dent, and Miss Winnifred Ashenden. The various colors of the girls ' dresses served to enhance the bright hues of the decorations. During intermission, an excellent prosram was pre - sented, including two clever readings by Miss Batty Cole and a vocal selection by Miss Pauline Beeley. Both girls received much applause. After the matrons were once more sealed, th:; danein was resumed. The hour of twelve broughl: to a c.o=3 a most enjoyable evening. Doris Snowdon, ' 30. THE MASQUE CLUB This year the Masque Club, which has been a most active and successful club for five years, was reorganised somewhat later than usual due to the fact that MLss Hioks, the founder and former faculty adviser of the club, left Wakefield High School to continue her studies a; the Uni- versity of Michigan. Consequently, it was not until January 7, that our dramatic club was finally in action under the capable guidance of Miss Edna McClenahan. Miss McClen- ahan has been interested in dramatic work in college and Is well acquainted with the art in which our club is concerned. Since the membership of the club was limited and since there were so many students who were anxious to join, it was decided at a meeting of the old members to accept applicants only after they had staged a suitable dramatic performance. Hence, many enjoyable and unusual pro- grams have been presented; moreover, it is the general opinion that the admission plan is most successful. On February 13, the club was the guest of the Inter Nos Club. At this meeting, the Inter Nos Club furnished the refreshments and favors which were in keeping with the valentine season; and the Masque Club supplied the enter- tainment. The pantomime, Wild Nell of the Plains, was given; it kept the audience in a gale of laughter and was proof of the fact that the club is capable of sponsoring successful entertainments. This year the April public performance will c onsist of three one-act plays: The Man in the Bowler Hat , by A. A. Milne; Poor Maddalena , by Louis Saunders; and Neighbors , by Zona Gale. The plays have been chosen with the intention of giving a well-balanced program of farce, fantasy, and comedy. Special attention will be paid to attractive scenic effect. The club feels greatly indebted to Miss McClenahan, who has so enthusiastically undertaken the leadership of the club. Officers of the Masque Club 1929-1930: President, Wilton Hoag Vice-president, Ruth Doremus Secretary, Elizabeth Ridlon Treasurer, Arthur Gersinovitch Program Chairman, Harold Hooper Social Chairman, Mary Landry Elizabeth Ridlon, ' 30, Secretary. THE INTER NOS CLUB The Inter Nos Club has passed its second anniversary and is growing rapidly. The quota was quickly filled in September, and great enthusiasm has been shown during the year in club activities. The club members appreciate deeply the sincere inter- est of Miss Helen P. Gilmore, faculty adviser, to whom un- limited credit is due. The following officers were elected last June to carry on the work of 1929-1930: President Elizabeth Ridlon Vice-president Phyllis Reed Recording Secretary Betty O ' Connor Corresponding Secretary . Elizabeth Upham Treasurer Margaret Fitz Executive Board . Rose Assenza, Lois Daland Jeanette Gardner and Barbara Nystrom On September 26, 1929, the Board of Directors held a meeting and arranged the following program: Oct. 17 — Business Meeting. Ceremonial presented for first time. Miss Emily Skilton, policewoman of Lowell, speaker on the Duties of a Police- woman. Nov. 7 — Miss Margaret Hamlin, speaker on What Massachusetts Aggie Offers. Dec. 5 — Faculty Day. Dec. 10 — Business Meeting. Dec. 23— Movies. Sportland and Our Gang in Christ- mas Cheer. Feb. 13 — Valentine Party. Masque Club members, guests. Mar. 10 — Miss Emily Smith, speaker on Opportunities Offered in Leland Powers ' School of the Spoken Word. Mar. 27 — Fashion Show from Filene ' s. Apr. 23 — Tea Dance. May and June — Business Meetings. Betty O ' Connor, ' 30, Secretary. SCIENCE CLUB This year ' s Science Club, organized under tne super- vision of Mr. Cassano, has followed the customary pro- cedure of other years. With different students as leaders, discussions pertain- ing to science, biology, and natural history, have been held at the regular meetings. Mr. Alfred Preble, chemistry and physics teacher, spoke to the club about his varied experiences as government survey expert in the Canadian Northwest and in the Arctic Circle. Another speaker. Dr. Albert Gage, gave an enjoy- able, informal discourse on Natural History. The club, composed of members from all classes, has had a successful year, and many thanks are due Mr. Cas- sano for his interest and able guidance. JUNIOR PROM A very gay and enjoyable evening was provided for those who attended the annual Junior Prom, February 21. The class officers and the committee deserve much praise for the great success they made of the first social event of their class. The committee consisted of the following juniors: Ray- mond Amiro, president; Robert Hurley, vice-president; Ethel Monahan, secretary; Lois Huff, treasurer; and Bessie Banks, Margaret Colcord, Priscilla Eaton, Carol Lee, Mar- garet McGonagle, Ruth O ' Connell, Phyllis Reed, Dorothy Stimpson, Ruth Tyler, Mary Walsh, John Caldwell, Leslie Clough, Francis Dinan, George Hamel, Lewis Hatfield, Wendell Hovey, Carl Peterson, Charles Richardson, Paul Ryan, and Mark Wheeler. The matrons of the evening were Mrs. J. J. Gleason, Mrs. J. W. Monahan, Mrs. E. O. Huff, Mrs. E. J. Hurley, Miss Harriet Mason, and Miss Janet Height. Very attractive decorating brought out the idea of an aeronautic party. Airplane models and a dirigible helped give the desu-ed effect. A good entertainment was presented at intermission. The first part was made up of popular songs sung by Doris Chick, ' 30; Doris Snowden, ' 30; Barbara Gould, ' 30; Ruth Tyler, ' 31; Ruth Towle, ' 31; and Carol Lee, ' 31. Everyone enjoyed the selections and were sorry when the girls had finished. Louis Fine next played two violin solos. He did very well and should be praised for his good music. The last part of the program was two readings by Miss Mc- Gonagle. Miss McGonagle has much talent and was greatly appreciated by her audience. Another event of the evening was the spot dance which was won by Howard Piatt and Betty Lewis. Each received, in reward, a W. H. S. pennant. Everything combined to make the party one long to be remembered — the decorations, the special dances, and the excellent music by Floyd ' s Collegian Ramblers ' Orchestra. We congratulate the Class of 1931 for giving such an un- usual and well-planned dance. Elizabeth Bellinger, 30. =« !a L : 2 1% ' if tfl«e« « ' - ' SENIOR PLAY CAST Miss Flanders, E. DeCecca, E. Amireau, A. McGrail, R. Doremus, G. Edson, F. Reardon, W. Mew, C. Simpson, W. Ashenden, N. Preble, R. Davis, P. Beeley, E. Bellinger, B. Black, J. Hazelton, J. McCarthy THE MASQUE CLUB PLAYERS Back Row, left to right — J. Roach, N. Balcom, E. Orde, K. Shea, F. Reardon. L. Gill, P. Beeley, I. Russell, G. Woodbury, R. Davis, B. Berg, J. O ' Keefe, A. Loring, J. Roderick, E. WuUenweber, M. Nutt. R. Robinson, K. Clark, E. Perry, S. Rogers Middle Row — H. Hooper, B. Tuttle, C. Simpson, F. Winchester, I. Stoddard, E. Cole. B. Packard, B. Wilson, E. Bellinger E. Yeuell, R. Assenza, L. Sherman, W. Ashenden, P. Reed, C. Lee, B. Stimpson, M. Whitehead, E. Nutt, J. Clemons. B. Shelden Front Row — M.. Camaron, E. Callbeck, R. Reams, M. Landry, J. Wilder, M. Colcord, M. McGonagle, A. Maloney, R. Doremus, W. Hogg, E. Ridlon, E. Monahan, J. Downing, M. Reilly, D. Chick, N. Dayton THE ORCHESTRA Mr. C. Albert Jones, the director of music in the schools of Wakefield and the leader of the Wakefield High School Orchestra, considers the orchestra in a better condition than it has been for the last few years. Many new pieces have been added to the library of the orchestra. Some of the new music is of a much higher standard than the orchestra is in the habit of playing. By practising these numbers, the orchestra has been prepared to play in public. This year the orchestra made its first appearance at the Senior Play. At the Christmas assembly in the audi- torium the orchestra made its next appearance. Having given such a successful entertainment at the Teachers ' Dance, the orchestra was asked to play at the Greenwood P.-T. A. Meeting in April. At the Orchestra Concert and Masque Club Play the orchestra appears annually. Mr. Jones is looking forward to a much better orchestra next year because of the fact that all the old members with the exception of two seniors will return. Piano Virginia Pelly Drums Raymond Chartier Sousaphone Guy Pasqualino Euphonium Robert King Saxophone Marjorie Messer Trumpets Francis Brant, Emmanuel D ' Ambrosio, Eleanor Glover Violins Ralph Lazzaro, Esther Hanson, Joseph Guinta, Alice McGrail, Stephen Brennan, Helen Ayer, Donald Whitehouse, Rosario Calderaio, Mary Joyce, Marguerite McGrath, John Roberts, Guy Stella, William Richardson THE BOYS ' GLEE CLUB The Boys ' Glee Club has completed its fourth success- ful year as one of the school ' s most popular extra-curricula activities. At present, the club has fifty-two members, which number means an increase of twenty-five boys in three years. Earlier in the year, the question of club officers was put before the boys for consideration. The following officers were elected: President, Ernst Wullenweber Vice-president, Frank Whitney Secretary, Joseph Roderick Treasurer, Norman Balcom There are twelve charter members, among whom are three soloists who will be graduated this year. Several prom- ising voices have already been chosen by Mr. Fulton for solo work next year. The interest shown by the charter mem- bers in the activities of the club for four years indicates the worth-while enjoyment that they have received from this organization. Although some have failed to appear at the weekly rehearsals, Mr. Fulton has never found it necessary to cancel a rehearsal because of poor attendance. Each year, as the ability of the boys has steadily devel- oped, the club has attempted more difficult music. This year our capable director selected the hardest music at- tempted in all the four years, two choruses from Mendels- sohn ' s Elijah. The boys have so sufficiently mastered this composition that Mr. Fulton contemplates further attempts in that field of music. The Glee Club has given three concerts in the course of the year: one, in the Lynnfleld Town Hall; another, in the Greenwood Union Chmxh; and a third, in the High School Auditorium. Ernst Wullenweber, ' 30, President. HI-Y CLUB That the Hi-Y Club has become a most important organization in school life is shown by the large member- ship of the past year. The officers elected were as follows: President, Burton Berg; vice-president, Wilton Hoag; secretary, Paul Ryan; treasurer, Elton Gould. The club continued its practice of selling candy at foot- ball and basketball games. With members of the Inter Nos Club, an information corps was formed to help freshmen during the first week of school. Toys were collected during Jhe Christmas season to assist the Public Welfare Depart- ment. Thanks to generous response from the school, the club was successful in this project. The football dance, given in honor of the squads of the Wakefield High School and Reading High School, and the basketball dance, with the Wakefield and the Stoneham teams as guest, were our two social events of the year. Secretary Howard O. Russell of the Y. M. C. A. and Mr. R. Edgar Fisher of the High School faculty are the adult advisers, and, with the program committee of Wilton Hoag, Richard Copeland, Elton Gould, and Merritt Stockbridge, were responsible for the speakers and discussions at the weekly meetings. Paul Ryan, ' 31, Secretary. U ' M « ? ?. i BOYS ' GLEE CLUB Back Row, left to right — J. Roderick, L. Waite, E. Wullenweber, B. Ayer. A. Loubris, C. Hanson, L. Evans, W. Loughlin, F. Whitney, O. Pratt, S. Rogers, G. Waterhouse, M. Tuttle Third Row — K. Worthen, E. Messer, H. Hooper, E. Apenes, R. Coldwell, R. Gerry, W. Bliss, B. Colpitts, C. Sullivan, R. Amiro, N. Balcom, D. Marshall Second Bow — W. Schwartz, J. Roach, E. Gould, G. Buckle, W. Hovey, Mr. Fulton, director; G. Peterson, C. Olsson, E. Perry, M. Nutt, L. Waite, O. Christie, W. Ericson Front Bow — J. Maloney, R. Harper. B. Paltinavich, R. Butters, J. Miller, P. Zukowski, A. Bauer, P. Spaulding, A. Bauer, W. Mason, W. Farwell, S. Warner THE BOOSTER STAFF Baclt Bow, left to right — D. Taylor, H. Pinto, T. McCarthy, R. Hayes, O. Pratt, B. Tuttle Middle Row — G. Hamel, R. Copeland, B. O ' Connor, R. Davis, E. Dellinger, B. Berg, N. Quinzio Front Bow — H. Whittet, L. Owen, M. Stockbridge, R. Mansfield, E. Ridlon, E. Orde Baldwin I ' uttle, ' 30 BATTALION NOTES This year the battalion has been under the supervision of Sergeant John Danahy. Sergeant Danahy was the mili- tary instructor at Cornell University before he accepted the same position here. A large number of new men have come into the bat- talion this year. However, they have learned the military movements very readily, and also they have acquired a military manner at drill. The co-operation of Sergeant Danahy and the officers has helped in the promotion of efficiency among the new men. The battalion has been making rapid strides while drilling in the Armory and is anxiously awaiting the time when it may drill in Walton Field. The Wakefield High School Rifle Team, originated two years ago, was reorganized this year. The team ' s only match has been held with the Maiden High School Rifle Team. Wakefield was defeated by a very few points. In the spring the entire battalion will receive training in sighting and firing. This year ' s Rifle Team consists of the following members : First Sergeant, Baldwin Tuttle (Captain) First Sergeant, Hawley Russell First Lieutenant, Ernst Wullenweber First Sergeant, Harold Hooper Sergeant, Leonard Waite Lieutenant, Carl Hanson Lieutenant, Orison Pratt There has been one inspection this year made by Colonel Bishop. He spoke very highly of this unit, saying that it was, in his estimation, the best high school Reserve Officers ' Training Corps Unit in the first corps area which includes the entire New E ngland states. A complete roster of the officers of the Wakefield High School Battalion follows: Major Frank Whitney Adjutant Chester Melanson Aides: Lieutenant Ernst Wullenweber Lieutenant Joseph Roderick COMPANY A Captain Harvey Morrison First Lieutenant Robert Sparkes . Second Lieutenant Carl Hanson COMPANY B Captain George Moses First Lieutenant Earl Perry Second Lieutenant Milton Nutt COMPANY C Captain Joseph Migliore First Lieutenant Arthur Gersinovitch Second Lieutenant Warren Fairbanks COMPANY ' D Captain Norman Balcom First Lieutenant Orison Pratt Second Lieutenant Donald Marshall Frank Whitney, ' 30. 0 bo ■a ■- ° S § 60 O 2 s -2 5 •c c 9« . o W 3. ■ CD £ o S S 5 I o B3 I J ■o BS SI MS? Geneva Ambrozik Jean Lincoln Stenographer Alpha Beta Chi Club (1). Hockey (2). English Club (4). Be silent and safe, silence never betrays you. Edgar Amireau Zeggra Warren Undecided Senior Class Play (4). Debater Staff (4). Bomb- Shell Staff (3). R. O. T. C. (1, 2). English Club (4). Masque Club Play (4). An ounce of wit is worth a pound of sorrow. Virginia Pelley. Austin Atwell Austie Warren Undecided Football (2, 3, 4). Basketball— Class (1, 2, 3). Var- sity (4). Baseball (1, 2, 4). Class Baseball (3). R. O. T. C. (1, 2). Property Committee Senior Play (4). Track (4). Elected to Debater Staff (4). You can ' t keep a good man down. Bunny Portia Law School Bertha Florence Ayscough Franklin English Club (4). Seek to be good, but aim not to be great, A woman ' s noblest station is retreat. Richard Arnold Dick Warren Brown University School Council (1). Lunch Counter (2, 3, 4). Junior Prom Committee (3). Debater Staff (4). He laughs at all vulgar cares and fears. Winnifred Ashenden Winnie Greenwood Emerson College Alpha Beta Chi Club (1). Class Basket Ball (1, 2, 3, 4). Captain (2). Field Hockey (2, 3). Track (2, 3, 4). Student Council (3). Masque Club (2, 3, 4). Chairman of Reading Committee (4). Masque Club Plays (2, 3, 4). Civics Club, Pi-esident (4). Senior Play (4). Junior Pi-om Committee. In- formation Corps (3). Library Assistant (3). Inter Nos Club (3, 4). Traffic (4). The worker is known by her work. Norman L. Balcom Story Grammar School, Glee Club (1, 2, 3, 4). (1, 2, 3). Captain (4). (4). Booster Staff (4) Masque Club (reading Committee (3). Class Masque Club Play (4) A proper man as Norm Marblehead Bowdoin Treasurer (4). R. O. T. C. History Club, English Club . Operetta (2). Cantata (3). committee) (4). Junior Prom Motto (2). Debater Staff (4). . Student Council (2). one shall see in any day. Pauline Beeley Pand Greenwood Voice Culture Student Council (1. 2). Glee Club (1). Masque Club (4). Civics Club (1). Vice Pres. (3). Junior Prom Committee (3). Dean ' s Office (4). English Club (4). Senior Party Committee (4). Senior Play (4). Pin and Ring Committee (2). Class Colors (2). Inter Nos Club (4). Thy voice is a celestial melody. Rosalie Assenza Lincoln Middlebury College Glee Club (2, 3, 4). Secretary Glee Club (4). Hockey (1). Baseball (1). Class Basketball (1). Track (1). Class Motto Committee (2). Operetta (2). Informa- tion Corps (2). Cantata (3). Masque Club (3, 4). Reading Committee Masque Club (4). Member on Inter Nos Board (4). Inter Nos (3, 4). Speaking Contest (4). Senior Play, Property Committee (4). Pageant Property Committee (4). Member of Traffic squad (4). Manager of Freshman, Sophomore, Junior and Senior Girls ' Basketball Teams. English Club (4). Persistent energy brings results. Grace Benedetto Tweet Tweet Woodville Burdett College Inter Nos Club (3, 4). French Club (4). For she was just the quiet kind whose natures never sway. Jennie Kathrine Benedetto Kid Woodville Fi-amingham Normal Up To Date Club (1). French Club (4). Inter Nos Club (3, 4). Cantata (3). Gently to hear and kindly to judge. Jeannette Bennett Montrose English Club f4). Sober, steadfast and demure Nettie ' Stenographer Burton C. Berg Bugs Lincoln Undecided President of Knights of Triangle; Track (2, 3). Football (1). Basketball (1, 2, 3, 4). Information (2. 3). Office Work (3). R. O. T. C. (1, 2). Masque Club (3, 4). Hi-Y Club (2, 3). President (4). Senior Prom Committee; Booster Staff (4). Senior Play. He is fit to stand among the best of us. Elizabeth Marjorie Black Betty Hurd Kansas University Girls ' Debating Club (1, 2). Hockey (1). Science Club (2). Class Color Committee (2). Junior Prom Committee (3). Class Day Committee (4). Traffic Squad (4). Inter Nos Club (3, 4 Civics Club (1). Senior Play (4). Around her eyes her tresses fell. Mary Bonney Hurd Miss Wheelock ' s Class Hockey (V. History Club (1). Class Secre- tary (2). Glee Club (2, 3). Operetta (2). Junior Prom Committee (3). Lunch Counter (4). OflBce Corps (4). Inter Nos (3, 4). She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she should. Arthur Brown Brownie Northeastern Junior High Prep School Baseball (2, 3, 4). Football (2, 3). Inter Class Bas- ketball (2, 3, 4). Traffic Squad (3, 4). Debater Staff (4). Class Day Committee (4). English Club (4). His bark is worse than his bite. Mary E. Brunswick Warren Inter Nos Club (4). English Club (4). As silent as the pictures on the walls. Thomas Joseph Burke St. John ' s Prep. English (4). Next to love, quietness. Sal Undecided Tom College Margaret Muriel Butler Peg Warren Lesley School Glee Club (1, 4). Junior Prom Committee (3). Civics Club (1). English Club (4). Such another peerless queen Only could her mirror show. Earl V. Cahoon Hurd A still and quiet conscience. Margaret E. Call No. 6, Salem Depot, N. H. English Club (4). Duties are ours; events are God ' s. Cal Cally Nurse Marcia D. Carter Lynnfield Grammar Inter Nos (4). English Club (4). Your steady soul preserves her frame. In good and evil times the same. B. U. Edward R. Chambers Chick Warren Undecided As proper a man as one shall see in a summer ' s day. A. Louise Chatterton Nibs Three Rivers, Palmer Chandler ' s School Masque Club f3). Masque Club Play (3). English Club (4). Class Basketball (4). For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh. Doris M. Chick Chickie Nathan Clifford School Miss Wheelock ' s Librarian of Glee Club (1, 2, 3, 4). Hockey (1, 2, 3, 4). Baseball (1, 2, 3, 4). Basket Ball (1, 2, 3, 4). Track (1, 2, 3, 4). Operetta (2). Information Corps (2, 3). Cantata (3). Masque Club (3, 4). Masque Club Play (3). Inter Nos (3, 4). Senior Play (4). Senior Party Com. Debating Club (3). English Club (4). Chairman of Athletic Council (4). History Club (D. Behavior is a mirror, in which everyone shows his image. Caesar F. Chirone Lincoln School, Boston Track (4). R. O. T. C. (2). Care ' s an enemy to life. Curly Wentworth Institute Winifred Christie Warren Salmagundi Club (3). The mildest manners and gentlest heart Winnie Undecided William H. Climo Deke Franklin Undecided R. O. T. C. (1, 2). Interclass Basketball (2). Foot- ball (3, 4). Basketball (3, 4). Track (3, 4). Debater Staff (4). Then come my fits) again. Kathryn A. Connelly Kat Hurd Private Secretary History Club (1). Inter Nos (3). English Club (4). A kindly unassuming spirit. Richard Copeland Dick Warren Bentley School of Accounting R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3). Student Council (3). Senior Party Committee (4). Business Manager, Booster (4). Lunch Room (4). Hi-Y Club (4). English Club (4). What is becoming is honorable and what is honorable is becoming. Lena E. Cosman Bobby Franklin Business College Class Basketball (4). Civics Club (1). Masque Club ' 3). Masque Club Play (3). Glee Club Concert (1). English Club (4). She that is good is great. Johnnie Burdett John J. Cotter Lincoln R. O. T. C. (1, 2). English Club (4). So gentle of condition was he known That through the court his courtesy was blown. ' Eleanor Currier Elly Greenwood Private Secretary Civics Club (1). English Club (4). We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, when such are wanted. Robert Davis Bob Everett Grammar Undecided Basketball (3, 4). Booster Staff, Sports Edit- r (4). Senior Play (4). Masque Club Plav (3, 4). Hi-Y Club (3, 4). Lunch Counter (4). Student Council 3). English Club Chairman (4). All the world ' s a stage. Elizabeth D. DeCecca Checker ' ' ' u „ ., o Bryant and Stratton Baseball (1, 2, 3). Hockey a, 2, 3). Senior Play (4) And I oft have heard defended. Little said is soonest mended. Elizabeth Dellinger Liz ' Warren Goucher College Alpha Beta Chi Club (1). Basket Ball (2, 3, 4). Track (3, 4). Inter Nos Club (3. 4). Class Motto Committee (2). Senior Play (4). Masque Club (4). Booster Staff (4). Debater Staff (4). English Club (4). Ready to do anything for the good cause, and the right. Mary De Marco Smiles Lincoln Business School Hockey (1, 4). Civics Club (1). Information Corps (4). English Club (4). Thought is deeper than all speech. Nancy G. De Vita Giggles Lincoln Undecided Civics Club (1). Motto Committee (2). Le Cercle Francois (2). Information 3). Hockey (3, 4). Basketball (3). Baseball (3, 4). Office (4). Eng- lish Club (4). Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit. William J. Dinan Bill Warren Undecided Civics Club (1). Class Colors Committee (2). R. O. T. C. (2, 3). Inter Class Track (3). English Club (4). We grant that though he had much wit He v;as very shy in using it. Lawrence Doore Roosevelt English Club C4). An abridgment of all that is pleasant in man. ' Shorty M. I. T. Ruth Doremus Ruthie Lynnfield Ctr. Mass. School of Art Basketball (2, 3, 4). Vice President of Masque Club (4). Masque Club Play (4). Lunch Counter (3, 4). Hockey (2, 3). Debater Staff (4). Track (3). Inter Nos (3, 4). It is creditable to keep up one ' s spirits. Gladys M. Douglass Doug Warren Salem Normal Inter Nos (4). The Quill (4). Alpha Beta Chi (1). A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind. Catherine Doucette Greenwood English Club 4). Civic Club (1) Whatsoever she does becomes her Kay Private Secretary Constance M. Doyle Connie Warren Tufts Alpha Beta Chi (1). Baseball (1, 2). Basketball (1, 2). Science Club (3). Hockey (1). Debating Club (3). Inter Nos Club (3, 4). Information (4). A smile to all she extends. George Henry Edson Bunker Warren School St. Ambrose College Track (1). Basketball (2). Football (3, 4). R. O. T. C. a, 2, 3). Senior Play (4). Debater Staff (4). Class Basketball (1, 3, 4). Why should life all labor be? Dorothy Marian Elliott Dot Blondy Franklin School Business School Athenian Club (1). Hockey Team (1). English Club (4). Bid me discourse and I will enchant thine ear. Ralph Ennis Greenwood R. O. T. C. (1, 2). English Club (4). Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? Nich Work Warren E. Fairbanks Dub Lincoln School Undecided R. O. T. C. a, 2, 3, 4). Junior Prom Committee (3). Football (3). Basketball (4). Orchestra (1, 2, 3). Let the world slide, let the world go, A fig for care, a fig for woe! Barbara Forsaith Barb Bab Greenwood Undecided She does the work she finds to do. Joanna Foster Joan Hurd School Art School Phi Beta Chi (1). Hockey (3, 4). Basketball (3). Junior Prom Committee (3). Inter Nos Club (3, 4). Not stepping o ' er the bounds of modesty. Herb Burdett College Herbert J. Furness Greenwood R. O. T. C. (1. 2, 3). Hi-Y (4). Like two single gentlemen rolled into one. Dorothy Gerrior Dot Lincoln School Boston University Civics Club (1). English Club (4). Hockey (4). Glee Club (2). As she thinketh in her heart, so is she. Arthur Gersinovitch Gus Lincoln School University of Kansas Basketball (1, 2, 3, 4). Captain (3, 4). Baseball (1, 2, 3, 4). Orchestra (1). R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3, 4). Color Committee 2). Traffic Squad (3). Lunch Counter (3, 4). Masque Club (3, 4). Treasurer f4). Masque Club Plays (3, 4). Hi-Y Club (4). Student Council (3). Senior Party Committee (4). Debater Staff (4). Manners make the man. Edith Isabell Glynn Edie Hurd Chandler Business School History Club (1). Inter Nos Club (3). Innocent and sincere Of every friendless name the friend. Clarence H. Goldthwaite. Jr. Warren Science Club (1, 2). R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3). Him also for my censor I disdain, Who thinks all science, as all virtue, vain. Goldy M. I. T. Anthony James Gooch Tony Lincoln Basketball (3). Track (4). English Club (4). Lunch Counter (4). Class Day Committee (4). We meet like a pleasant thought. Barbara Gould Barb Lincoln Undecided History Club (1). Inter Nos Club (2, 3, 4). Track (3, 4). Information (4). Senior Party Committee (4). Senior Play Property Committee (4). Pageant Prop- erty Committee (4). Johnsonian Club (4). I keep a lock on my door. Elton C. Gould Gouldy Lincoln Undecided Glee Club (2, 3, 4). R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3, 4). Hi-Y Club (2, 3, 4). Treasurer (3, 4). Reception Committee (4). ' English Club (4). Patience is the virtue of life. Jean Katherine Graham Rusty Lincoln Burdett College Baseball (3, 4). Hockev (4). Track (3, 4). English Club (4). Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. Margaret Sarah Graham Pudy Peg Franklin Nurse Civics Club (1). Hockey (1). Baseball (2). English Club (3, 4). Information (3). ' Let me but do my work from day to day. Annie Gray Warren English Club (4). She smiles and smiles and will not sigh Ann Undecided Margaret M. Hampton Marnie Greenwood Salem Normal Civics Club (1). French Club (4). In solitude, where we are least alone. Esther Hanson Est Hurd Undecided Orchestra (1, 2, 3, 4). Glee Club (1, 2, 3). Inter Nos (2, 3). Science Club (3). English Club (4). Debat- ing Club (3). Her sentiments were elevated in aspired esteem. Richard G. Hartshorne, Jr. Dick Warren Exeter, then M. I. T. Property Committee (4). Debater Staff (4). English Club (4). Live then, thou great encourager of arts. Ernest Webber Hatch Greenwood English Club (4). Silence is golden. Margaret Hatch Barkersville, Maine English Club (2). English Club (4). Whatever is, is right. Arch ' Wentworth Peg Nurse Richard W. Hayes Dick Warren Dartmouth College Football (2, 3, 4). Track (1, 2, 3, 4). Inter-class Basketball (2, 3). R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3). Booster Staflf (4). Editor-in-chief of the Debater (4). Traffic Squad (3, 4). Student Council (2, 3). It ' s nice to meet a person so merry and wise. Juanita Hazelton Juannie Lincoln Bridgewater Normal Orchestra (1, 2). Lunch Room (1, 2, 3, 4). Senior Play (4). Her modest looks a cottage might adorn. Theodore Henshaw Ted Warren Civil Service R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3). Track (3). Lunch Counter (3, 4). English Club (4). He who does his own business does not soil his fingers. W Hon Mnddicks Hcag Will Hoagie Woodville Undecided R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3). Supply Officer (4). Masque Club (3, 4). President (4). Hi-Y Club (3). Vice-President (4). Junior Prom Committee (3). Senior Play (4). Class Day (4). Reception Committee (4). Traffic Squad (4). Senior Class President (4). His eyes diffused a venerable grace, And charity itself was in his face. Harold H. Hooper Hoop Greenwood Undecided R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3, 4). Masque Club (2, 3, 4). Hi-Y Club (2, 3, 4). Football (3, 4). Baseball (2). Class Baseball (3). Class Day Committee (4). He was stout of courage, strong of hand Bold was his heart, and restless was his spirit. Albert B. Hovey Al Warren P. G. Mass. Agricultural College Track (1). Football (2, 3, 4). Color Com- mittee (2). Junior Prom Committee (3). Secretary Junior Class (3). Senior Party Committee (4). Lunch Counter (2, 3, 4). R. O. T. C. (1, 2). Class Basketball (4). A light heart lives long. Edward Hupprich Ed Greenwood Undecided R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3, 4). Reception Committee (4). Rifle Team. A good man and true. Robert Hurton Lafayette English Club (4). ■.ae that hath knowledge spareth his words. Bob Undecided James L. Hurton Lincoln R. O. T. C. (1, 2). Hockey (4). Manners make the man. Jim Wentworth Institute Gertrude Veronica Issylino Newton and Hopkinton ' English Club (4). I am the very pink of courtesy. Trudy Burdett Elizabeth M. Kallenberg Betty South Lynnfield Grammar Burdett College Civics Club (1). English Club (4). Glee Club (1, 2). Inter Nos Club (4). Graceful and useful in all she does. Mary Kelloway Greenwood English Club (4). She is rich who is contented. Mae Mass. School of Art Charlotte E. Koallick Blondy Franklin Boston University Thought is deeper than all speech. r Iary Elizabeth Lawless Speed Lincoln, Hamilton Schools Bryant Stratton Civics Club (1). English Club (4). Oh, keep me innocent, make others great. Iicne Lazzaro Renee Warren Business School Civics Club ' D. Hockey (1). English Club (4). To do is to succeed. Emma LeDuc Lefty Franklin Work English Club (4). Be thou a rainbow to the storm of life. Nathalie Legge Nat Lincoln Normal School Baseball (3). English Club (4). So sweet the blush of bashfulness. Margaret Leichner Peg South Lynnfield Undecided School Council (1). Glee Club (3). Cantata (3). Lynnfield, that quiet little town. John M. Leone Mike Franklin School Orchestra (1, 2). R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3, 4). Captain (4). Class Basketball (1). And looks the whole world in the face. For he owes not any man. Marion Little Bunny Howe Typist Fine things are wrapped in little packages. Albert E. Loring Al Lincoln Business School Student Council (1, 2). Hi-Y (2, 3, 4). Masque Club (3, 4). Play (4). Business Manager, Booster (4). Lunch Counter Accountant (4). Basketball Manager (4). Assistant (1, 2, 3). Interclass Basketball (1, 2, 3, 4). Interclass Baseball (2, 3). Military Drill (1, 2). A heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute. Al Undecided Albert C. Loubris Franklin Glee Club (2, 3, 4). Let me have music and I will seek no more delight. Eleanor McCarthy El Warren Undecided Glee Club (1). Civics Club (4). Reception Com- mittee (4). They most the world enjoy who least admire. Timothy McCarthy Tiny Tim Warren Art College R. O. T. C. (1, 2). Senior Party Committee (4). Masque Club Play (4). Booster StaiT (4). Debater Staff (4). Interclass Basketball (1, 2). I love to be among the lassies. J. Alice McGrail Warren Conservatory of Music Glee Club (1, 2, 3). Orchestra (1, 2, 3, 4). Dean ' s Oflice (4). Information Corps (4). L ibrary Assistant (3, 4). Operetta (2). Cantata (3). Science Club (4). Soft words with nothing in them make a song. Al ' John McTeague Mac Lincoln Undecided Orchestra (1). Glee Club (1). Business Manager, Senior Play (4). Debater Staff (4). Stage Manager, Christmas Pageant (4). Student Council (3). Traffic Squad (3, 4). Treasurer, English Club (4). Football (2). R. O. T. C. (1, 2). There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. Miriam MacTeagrue Mac Warren Undecided Hockey (1, 2, 4). Baseball (3). Track (1, 2, 3). Inter Nos (3). Glee Club (2). Class Day Committee (4). Style is the dress of thoughts. Mary Louise Maloney Snitz Hurd Lowell Normal School Hookey (3, 4). Basketball (4). Senior Party Commit- tee Inter Nos (4). For we that live to please must please to live. Richard Mansfield Dick Lynnfield Northeastern University Junior Cla.ss President (3). Traffic Squad (3, 4). Hi-Y (4). Masque Club (4). Subscription Manager, Debater (4). Advertising Manager, Booster (4). A smile that glowed. Donald E. Marshall Don Warren Undecided R. O. T. C. (4). Glee Club (4). Hi-Y (3, 4). Class Day Committee (4). Lunch Counter (3, 4). A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays and confident tomorrows. Lillian Mayer Lill Warren Undecided Alpha Meta Chi (1). English Club (4). Inter Nos (4). To be slow in words is a woman ' s only virtue. Nora E. Meade Lincoln Undecided Glee Club (1). Inter Nos (4). Salamagundi Club (4). What cannot beauty, joined with virtue, gain? Earl Messer Mecca Warren Undecided Military Drill (1, 2, 3). Alpha Beta Chi History Club. Football (2, 3). ■ ' Tis better to be brief than tedious. Winnifred Mew Winnie Warren Undecided Color Committee (2). Executive Board, Inter Nos Club (3). Information Corps (3). Senior Play (4). ' Tis only noble to be good. Norma Lucille Miliner Miixie Milton Mill, N. H. Work Civics Club (1). Glee Club (3). English Club (4). She doeth little kindnesses which most leave undone. Barney Miller Barney Lincoln Undecided R. O. T. C. a, 2, 3, 4). President, English Club (4). Class Day Committee (4). History Club (1). A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market. Undecided Mary Inez Moore Warren Glee Club (1). Inter Nos (3, 4). We know what we are, but not what we may be. Harvey P. Morrison, Jr. Mugsie Franklin Undecided Student Council (3i. Masque Club (3). R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3, 4). Hi-Y (4). Open, candid, and generous. George O. Mcses G ' Hurd Undecided Senior Party Committee (4). R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3, 4). English Club (4). There is one art of which man should be master, the art of reflection. Undecided Myra Neal Greenwood Ancient History Club (1). English (4). High-erected thoughts seated on the heart of courtesy. ' Milton W. Nutt Milt Franklin Northeastern University R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3). Glee Club (1. 2, 3, 4). Hi-Y Club (3, 4). Masque Club (3, 4). Rifle Club (2). Civics Club, Pres. (4). Class Treasurer (2). Class Color Committee (2K Class Motto Committee (2). Junior Prom Committee (3). Hi-Y Dance Committee (3, 4). Student Council (3). Football Manager (4). Lunch Counter (2, 3, 4). Cross Country (2). Track (2). Class Basketball (2, 3). Officers ' Dance Committee (4). Senior Play (4). Hail, Social Life! into thy pleasing bound s Again I come to pay the common stock. Betty J. O ' Connor Bet Franklin Posse-Nissen Cheer Leader (3, 4). Hockey (1, 2, 3, 4). Basketball (1,2,3,4). Track (2, 3, 4). Baseball (3, 4). Color Com- mittee (2). Information Corps (3, 4). Service Corps (3 4). Masque Club (3, 4). Play (3). Member Initiation Committee (4). Traffic Officer (4). Booster Staff (4). Class Treasurer (3). Junior Prom Committee (3). Class Secretary (4). Inter Nos (3, 4). Secretary (4). Library Assistant (3, 4). Senior Party Commit- tee (4). Class Day Committee (4). Man delights me not. Marion Estelle Oliver Stelle Roosevelt, Melrose Burdett Civics Club (1). Inter Nos (3). Junior Prom Com- mittee (3). Information (4). Office (4). Pleasant to think of. Elizabeth M. Orde Lib Franklin Undecided Basketball (2, 3, 4). Captain (3). Baseball (2, 3, 4). Hockey (2, 3, 4). Track (2, 3, 4). Inter Nos Club (3, 4). Masque Club (4). Lunch Counter (4). Booster Staff (4). Civics Club (1). English Club (4). An athlete, she! Lloydy Lloyd N. Owen Greenwood R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3). Track (1, 2, 3, 4). Captain (4). Booster Staff (4). Science Club (1). English Club (4). The power of thought; — the magic of the mind. Melvina Parsons Greenwood French Club (4). Civics Club (1). Serenely pleasant, calmly fair. Vin Lesley School Judith Virginia Pelly Jinny South Lynnfield Grammar School N. E. Conservatory of Music Orchestra (3, 4). Glee Club (1, 3). Class Day Com- mittee (4). Character gives splendor to youth. Peer-ee Earl H. Perry Franklin Boston University or Northeastern University R. O. T. C. (2, 3). Hi-Y Football Dance Committee. Glee Club (1, 2, 3, 4). Masque Club (3, 4). Football (3). Senior Play (4). Masque Club Plays (3). Hi-Y (2, 3, 4). Cross-Country (1, 2). English Club (4). With a smile that was childlike and bland. Benjamin Pinto Franklin Orchestra (1, 2). Glee Club (2). His very foot has music in it. Ben Undecided Herbert Pinto Herb Roosevelt School, Melrose Suffolk Law School R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3, 4). Operetta (3). Quick of dispatch, discreet in every trust; Rigidly honest, and severely just. Martha Louise Potter Marsh Warren Physical Education Hockey— Class (1, 2, 3, 4). Basketball— Varsity (1, 2, 3, 4). and Captain (1). Second team (1). Class track (1, 2, 3, 4). Varsity Basketball (2). Baseball (3, 4). Captain (3). Inter Nos Club (3, 4). Member of Girls ' Athletic Committee (4). Ti-afflc Squad (4). For she was of the athletic sort. Orison S. Pratt Osp Greenwood M. I. T. Track (1, 2, 3, 4). Football (3). Science Club (1, 2). Glee Club (4). Booster (2, 4). Debater (4). Rifle Team (2, 3, 4). R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3). Hi-Y (3). John- sonians (4). Operetta (2). It is the mind that makes the body rich. Norman Preble Doc Warren Undecided Hast thou any philosophy in thee, shepherd? Mary Quinn Quinnie Lincoln Bryant Stratton Civics Club (1). English Club (4). Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low, an excellent thing in a woman. Nicholas Quinzio Nick Woodville Undecided Orchestra (1). Booster Staff (4). English Club (4). Of all those arts in which the wise excel Nature ' s chief masterpiece is writing well. Florence Reardon Flossy Montrose Business School Masque (3, 4). Debater Staff (4). Basketball (3). Office Corps (3). Cheer Leader (3, 4). Girls ' Glee Club (2). Operetta (3). Inter Nos Club (3, 4). Senior Class Play (4). There are two reasons for the eyes: to see and to flirt. Margaret Alice Reilly Peggy Edgerly, Somerville, Mass. Hospital Training School Hockey (1, 2, 4). Basketball (4). Glee Club (3). Inter Nos Club (3, 4). Masque Club (4). History Club (1). English Club (4). She is a friend, faithful and just to all. Helen May Richards Ted Lynnfield Centre Bridgewater Normal Glee Club (2). Inter Nos Club (3, 4). The QuUl (4). Class Day Committee (4). Of softest manner and unaffected mind. Elizabeth Ridlon Lib Greenwood Grammar School Wlieaton Hockey (1, 2, 3, 4). Basketball (1, 2). Baseball (3). Track (1, 2, 3). Alpha Beta Chi (1). Masque Club 2, 3, 4). Plays (2, 4). Secretary (4). Senior Class, Vice-President (4). Inter Nos (3, 4). Vice-President (3). President (4). Property Committee Senior Play (4). Costume Committee Pageant (4). Student Council (3). Booster Staff (4). Banquet Committee (4). Senior Party Committee (4). Junior Prom Com- mittee (3). Motto Committee (2). She is herself of best things the collection. John L. Roach Horty Warren Boston College R. O. T. C. (1. 2). Orchestra (1). Glee Club (1, 4). Speaking Contest (4). Masque Club (3, 4). Plays (3, 4). Junior Pi ' om Committee (3). Debater Staff (4). Motto Committee (2). Masque Club Pageant (4). Senior Play Committee (4). Assistant Manager Baseball (3). The business of oratory is to persuade people. Joseph Roderick, 3d Joe Duke Warren Military Prep Glee Club (1, 2, 3, 4). R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3, 4). Masque Club (3, 4). Information Corps (2). Football (2, 3). Track (2). History Club Q). Rifle Team (3, 4). The Quill (4). His speech, his form, his action full of grace. Stephen Rogers Steve Warren Academy and Harvard Football (3,4). Inter-class Track (3). Inter-class Basketball (1, 2, 3, 4). Glee Club (1, 2, 3, 4). Masque Club (3, 4). Debater Staff (4). Track (3). History Club (1). Battalion (1, 2). I ' ll wake thee glories by my pen. Harry Russell Lincoln English Club (4). Variety ' s the very spice of life That gives it all its flavor. Brod Mass. Agricultural Hawley Russell Rex Lynnfield Center M. A. C. R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3, 4). Football (3, 4). Rifle Team (2,3,4). Masque Club (4). Senior Play (4) . Class Day Committee (4). He travels with his eyes. Ireta L. Russell Rita Lynnfield Center Bryant Stratton Hockey (3). Basketball (2). Track (2, 3). Masque Club (4). Inter Nos Club (3, 4). Information (2, 3, 4). Office Corps (2, 3, 4). Glee Club (1, 2). Class Day Committee (4). She has an eye that could speak tho ' her tongue was silent. Lillian H. Sayers South Lynnfield Inter Nos Club (4). She is gentle that doeth gentle deeds; LU Nurse Miriam Schreider Mim ' Warren Radcliffe Inter Nos Club (4). English Club (4). Alpha Beta Chi (1). Meet then the Senior far renowned for sense. Murray Seavey Fiend Portland, Me. P. G. Class Baseball (2). Class Football (3). Basketball (3, 4). Track (3, 4). Masque Club (4). Reception Com- mittee (4). O! what a happiness is it to find A friend of our blood, a brother kind! Kathleen Shea Kay Warren Undecided Glee Club (1). Class Hockey (1, 3, 4). Varsity Hockey (2). Class Basketball (1, 3, 4). Varsity Basketball (2). Captain Basketball (4). Class Baseball (3, 4). Class Track (3, 4). Inter Nos Club (3, 4). Masque Club (4). Information Corps (3, 4). Service Corps (4). Library Corps (4). Office Force (4). Debater Staff (4). Her smiling countenance greets the troubles of the day. Louise C. Sherman Squee Hurd Old Colony Trust School Alpha Beta Chi Club (President) (1). Basketball (1, 2, 3, 4). Track (3, 4). Baseball (3, 4). Booster (2). Vice-President of Class 2). Masque Club (4). Inter Nos Club (3, 4). Senior Party Committee (4). Senior Play (4). Debater Staff (4). The Quill (4). Speaking Contest (4). Masque Club Play (4). All brightness isn ' t in the sun. Harold B. Shurtleff East Candia, N. H. English Club (4). Bashfulness is an ornament to youth. ' Shot Burdett Catherine E. Simpson Kay Montrose Bryant Stratton Inter Nos Club (2, 4). Librarian (4). Masque Club (4). Information (2). English Club (4). Miss Gil- more ' s Office (3, 4). Senior Play (4). Lunch Tickets (4). Debating Club (2). I would be a friend of all. Donald Snowdon Don Warren Princeton Football (2, 3, 4). Drill (1, 2). Student Council (2). Baseball (1, 2). Basketball (2). Property Commit- tee Senior Play (4). I never dare to be as funny as I can. Doris Snowdon Dot Warren College Inter Nos Club (1, 2, 3, 4,). Senior Party Committee, Pi-operty Committee Senior Play (4). English Club (4). A. B. C. History Club (1). A maid with a witching wave. Anna Sparkes South Lynnfield Reception Committee (4) Silence answers much. Ann Salem Normal Robert Sparkes Babe South Lynnfield Prep School R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3). Football (3, 4). Captain (4). Baseball (3, 4). Inter-class Basketball (3). Junior Prom Committee (3). Booster Staff (4). Hockey (4). Traffic Squad (4). The best soldier comes from the plow. Annie Selina Spracklin Curly Greenwood Weltman Conservatory of Music Glee Club (3). Civics Club (1). English Club (4). Unto the pure, all things are pure. Kenneth Spaulding: Ted Greenwood Work Baseball (4). Hockey (4). R. O. T. C. (3). I love a teeming wit as I love my nourishment. Merritt Stockbridge Noble Greenough College Glee Club (2). Editor-in-Chief of Booster (4). Class Treasurer (4). Hi-Y (2, 3, 4). R. O. T. C. ( 1, 2). Student Council (3). Literature is the thought of thinking souls. Alicei E. Stoddard Hurd English Club (4). Science Club (3). As merry as the day is long. Arly Bunny Irene Stoddard Lincoln Inter Nos Club (3, 4). Masque Club (3, 4). Student Council (2). I may be small, but I am awfully nice. James T. Stokes Jim South Lynnfield Wentworth Institute Stamp Club (D. R. O. T. C. (D. Glee Club (2, 3). Call in sweet music. I have heard soft airs Can charm our senses and expel our cares. Roger Charles Sullivan Sunny Lincoln Undecided Battalion (1, 2, 3, 4). Football (3). Rifle Team (2). He smiled as men smile when they will not speak. Sigmund John Szydlowski Sig Montrose Harvard College Football (2, 3). Orchestra (1, 2, 3). Inter-class Base- ball (3). Inter-class Track (2, 3). R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3). Life is a jest and all things show it. I thought so once, but now I know it. Ralph Turner Johnny Hurd Northeastern University Student Council (I). R. O. T. C. (1, 2). To him each lady ' s look is lent. Baldwin Grey Tuttle Tut Greenwood Art R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3, 4). Cheer Leader (4). Senior Party Committee (4). Booster Staff (4). Class Day Committee (4). Masque Club (4). I ' ve taken me fun where I ' ve found it, I ' ve ranged and I ' ve roughed in me time. Mildred Evelyn Tuttle MiUy Lynnfield Centre Stenographic Work History Club (1). English Club (4). A smile to all she extends. Elizabeth V. Upham Lib Franklin Jackson College or Art School Secretary of Alpha Beta Chi (1). Inter Nos (3, 4). Correspondence Secretary Inter Nos (4). Library As- sistant (3). Traffic Officer (4). Junior Prom Com- mittee (3). Debater Staff (4). The noblest mind the best contentment has. Leonard S. Waite Len Greenwood Northeastern University R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3, 4). School Council (3). Boys ' Glee Club (1, 2, 3, 4). Hi-Y (3, 4). Senior Party Com- mittee (4). Color Committee (2). A merry heart doeth good — like a medicine. William Walsh Lincoln Undecided Class Pin and Ring Committee (2). Football (2, 3, 4). Basketball (2, 3, 4). Class Treasurer (3). Base- ball (2, 3, 4). Junior Prom Committee (3). Histories make men wise. James A. White Lincoln Baseball (3). Jimmie Work Quick, and flne-witted. Frank A. Whitney Whit Lincoln Norwich University R. O. T. C. (1, 2, 3). Major (4). Debater Staff (4). Boys ' Glee Club, W. H. S. (1, 2, 3, 4). Student Coun- cil (1, 2). Junior Prom Committee (3). Motto Com- mittee (2). Strong reasons make strong actions. Helen S. Whittet Hurd University of Kansas Girls ' Glee Club (1, 2, 3). Operetta (2). Inter Nos (3, 4). Field Hockey (1, 2, 3, 4). Basketball (1, 2, 3, 4). Track (1, 2, 3, 4). Class Motto Committee (2). Booster Staff (4). Student Council (2). Senior Play (4). Class Day Committee (4). The mirror of all courtesy. Franklin Wilcox Greenwood WUky ' Northeastern Slow and steady wins the race. Hazel Jean Wilder Jean Montrose Salem Normal Inter Nos (3, 4). Masque Club (3, 4). Information (4). Office Corps (3, 4). Class Day Committee (4). In silence there is many a good morsel. Fredda Winchester Fred Lynnfield Burdett Glee Club (1). Masque Club (3, 4). Masque Club Play (4). Inter Nos Club (3, 4). Prize Speaking Con- test (Winner). Senior Party Committee (4). Her air, her manner, all who saw admired. Kid Secretarial Work Eunice Margaret Winters Cooper School, Scranton, Pa. Masque Club (2). High hopes that burn like stars sublime. Gladys Woodbury Gladie Lynnfield Framingham Normal Inter Nos Club (3, 4). Masque Club (3, 4). Informa- tion (2, 3, 4). Lunch Counter (2, 3, 4). Senior Party Committee (4). Girls ' Glee Club (1, 2). Office Corps (3, 4). Dean ' s Office (2, 3). Man has his will, — but woman has her way. Norma L. Worters Nom Greenwood Mass. School of Art Ancient History Club (1). Glee Club (3). Inter Nos Club (3). Debater Staff (4). Class Reception Com- mittee (4). English Club (4). Speaking Contest (4). She is never alone who is accompanied by noble thoughts. Ernst W. Wullenweber Wully Greenwood Burdett Boys ' Glee Club— President (1, 2, 3, 4). Rifle Team (2, 3, 4). Aide-de-Camp R. O. T. C. (4). Inter-class Track (3). Junior Prom Committee (3). Masque Club (4). Hi-Y (3, 4). English Club (4). He taketh most delight in music. Elaine Yeuell Laine Greenwood Prep School Student Council (1). Basketball (1, 2, 3, 4). Hockey (1, 2, 3, 4). Varsity Track (1, 2, 3, 4). Information Corps (3, 4). Masque Club (3, 4). Reading Commit- tee Masque Club (4). Inter Nos (3, 4). Pageant (4). Junior Prom Committee (3). Traffic Squad (4). De- bater Staff (4). Senior Play Committee (4). Chair- man Prize Speaking Contest. Office (4). A B C His- tory Club (1). Varsity Hockey (2). Pin Committee (2). Dean ' s Office (3). Johnsonian Club (4). And when a lady ' s in the case, all other things give place. Dorothy Rena Young Dutchie Lincoln Burdett Baseball (1, 2, 3, 4). Hockey (3, 4). Civics Club (1). English Club (4). Captain, Baseball Team (1). Her thoughts are like mummies, embalmed in spices. But within, those thoughts themselves are kings. E. U., ' 30 Margaret Reilly, ' 30 CLASS OF 1929 AUyn, Wadsworth H., Tilton School, Tilton, N. H. Ashenden, Madeleine, Madame Lllla Viles Wyman School of Dancing. Baldwin, Harry D. G., Mitchell Field, N. Y., Aviation School. Ball, Malcolm C, Worcester Academy. Bangs, Ethel M., Typist, Employees Liability Assurance Co., Boston. Barry, David William, Barry ' s Garage. Bartnick, Jean, Stenographer, Houghton Dutton Co., Boston. Blaikie, Marie, Framingham Normal School. Bragdon, Carolyn, F. W. Woolworth. Cadigan, Kenneth H., Clerk, Harvard Co-operative Society, Inc. Chambers, Frederick W., Burdett College. Christie, Theo L., Bookkeeping, Paine ' s, Inc., Wakefield. Cole, Joseph C, Printing at Boston News Bureau. Connors, Irene, Radcliffe College. Cotter, John F., Boston College. Crandall, Kenneth R., Delano Iron Foundry, Everett. Cunningham, Cyrus T., Northeastern University. Curran, Mary M., Typist, A. G. Spalding Bros. D ' Amico, Nancy, Jackson College. David, Ruth, Secretary, Heywood-Wakefield Company. Davies, Dorothea C, Colby College. DeFelice, Frank, Batchelder Snyder Company. DePamphilis, Leonilda, Secretary to the Treasurer of Hughes Thread Mfg. Company, Vineland, N. J. Dobson, Coleman M., Bentley ' s School of Accounting. Dobson, Margaret P., Sargeant School of Physical Education. Doyle, Walter J., Holy Cross College. Dutton, David P., Harvard College. Eaton, Winston W., Clerk, First National Stores. Fessenden, Frances L., Stenography and typewriting at Miller Piano Factory. Fine, Harry, Northeastern University, Night School; R. C. Petersen ' s Drug Store, clerk. Fitzgerald, Loretta J., St. Elizabeth ' s Hospital, nurse. Fuller (Loubris), Olive Louise, married. Garden, Ethel C, Burdett College. Garland, Marion, Massachusetts School of Art. Geizer, Elsie M., Manchester School of Commerce. Gould, Charlotte, Bucksport Seminary, Maine. Gould, Elizabeth, Framingham Normal School. Harper, Helen, Lowell State Normal School. Hartley, Dorothy, N. E. Hospital for Women and Children, nurse. Hennessey, Theresa, Stenographer, American Reed Wil- low Furniture Co. Hoag, Ruth, Stenographer, Twin Mutuals Insurance Com- pany. Hoag, Charles P., Boston Co-operative Bank, B. U. Amer- ican Savings Building and Loan Institute, nights. Keefe, Katherine G., Post Graduate. Kelleher, Mary Frances, At home. Kelloway, Ernest, Houghton Dutton (New England Col- lege of Transportation, nights). Kent, Ruth E.. Wheelock School. Killoran, Winifred, Emmanuel College. Kulacz, Emil, Atlantic Pacific. Lamprey, Elizabeth W., Salem Normal School. Lennon, Mary, Stenographer, J. A. Humphreys Company. Liljestrom, Dorothy, Boston City Hospital. Mahoney, John F., Boston College. Mildram, Jeanne, Western College, Oxford, Ohio. Mills, Ruth E., Secretary, Heywood-Wakefield Company. Morse, Alma, Clerical work, Homer ' s, Boston. Moses, Marguerite V., Framingham Normal School. Newell, Myra E., L. L. McMaster ' s. Newman, Franklin C, Northeastern University of Law, Employers Liability Assurance Corp., Ltd. Nute, Maybelle H., Simmons College. Osgood, Verna, Posse-Nissen School of Physical Education. Palmacci, Loretta, Louis J. Donato Insurance OflQce. Peterson, Edwin, University of Kansas. Reams, Carolyn M., Bookkeeper, A. B. Weld Ice Cream Co. Reed, Marjorie, Lesley School. Ridley, Janus, Air Corps, San Antonio, Texas. Russ, Dorothy, Old Colony School, Secretarial. Scott, Dorothy, Secretary, Hornblower Weeks. Shultz, Freda, Secretary to Asst. General Manager, Kane Fui-niture Co. Smith, Francis, Raytheon Mfg. Co., days; Wentworth Insti- Tuttle, Florence L., Clerical work, Goodion, Proctor Hoar. tute, nights. Vik, Carl W., Bentley School of Accounting. Sobylak, Geneva, Typist, Life Extension Institute, New York White, Marion E., Stenographer, Boston Maine Railroad. City- Whiteman, Dorothy H., Burdett College. Spear, Dorothy, Special Course, Cushing Academy. Sperber, Sally, Burdett College. Spero. Josephine, Boston Universit y. Wilkinson, Charles W., Northeastern University. Williams, John F., Exeter School of Art. Stokes, Caroline, Simmons College. Wilson, Alice E., Burdett College. Thrush, Elsie, Boston University. Winkler, Edward Donald, Massachusetts Institute of Tech- Tighe, Winifred M., Radclifle College. nology. Oxford, Ohio. March 28, 1930. To the Class of 1930:— I am in college. It is true that every college student seems to parade an air of sophistication before his inferiors. If we may judge from appearances, he feels that high school students are mere children. The seniors envy and admire him when he deigns to call on them. Nevertheless, a col- lege freshman plays this part with not a little trembling. I am a college freshman, forced to acknowledge the sopho- mores, bow to the juniors, and serve the seniors. What could be more humiliating to me, once a senior! In this humble position. I am suddenly asked to give you a mes- sage. I have racked my brain for one worthy of seniors and yet one with a warning attached. Messages are rather strange things after all. They are usually looked upon by high school seniors as something that must be endured annually. The longer the message, the more one sighs; the shorter, the more one applauds. May mine be still shorter! Simple and appropriate is the famous old saying that Pride goeth before a fall. A senior is allowed to enjoy his supremacy while it lasts. Yet there is the danger that he may rise too high in his own estimation. He might walk along with his head in the clouds, and suddenly step off into space. Crash! Now he is a freshman in college. Jeanne Mildram Western College. aOKES A TALE TOLD BY AN IDIOT I know a boy who has spent a remarkable life. He has lived through experiences similar to those of Robinson Crusoe, Leonard Mason, and Buffalo Bill. On numerous oc- casions he has seen men suffering in cruel traps. Again, he has viewed men crawing through tall grass in deadly, mucky swamps, evidently searching hopelessly, frantically, for some small object. To leave the horrible — at other times he has seen men in the Seventh Heaven of ecstasy: men, who, jumping with glee, proclaim to the world that they have shot seventy- five. Seventy-five? you ask. With a gun? No, dear reader, they have not, as you perhaps suppose, shot seventy- five Indians, but shot seventy-five strokes. Yes, you ' ve guessed it now: the boy is a — caddie. And do you think that this unnatural atmosphere has had any dampening effect on his boyish spirits? On the contrary, this witnessing of hardships — both mental and physical — has taught him but one thing, and that is — NOT TO PLAY GOLF. Paul Ryan, ' 31. MURDER! ! The old wagon creaked down the dirt road from Four Corners . In the cart were three gossipy old men (most of the men were gossips at The Corners ). About a mile from, the village they approached a small white bungalow, where they heard the piercing yells of a woman, Don ' t shoot! Don ' t shoot! then a loud report, followed by two more, the banging of a door, and — silence. The three men rushed up to the house and into the parlor, expecting to find, perhaps, the figure of a woman; instead, they found two — one with her face in her lap, completely covered by her apron, and fingers buried deeply in her ears; the other, rocking back and forth vindictively explaining, Wasn ' t that great? I ' m so glad he killed her! And the three men standing in the doorway, with mouths opened wide and eyes just about ready to pop out of their heads, now heard: Mary Bonney, ' 30 This is Station WXYZ, signing off. We shall be on the air next Thursday evening at the same time and will present the play, Mysteries of the Deep. Katrine Tuttle, ' 32. THE OFFERING OF THE CROWN TO CAESAR (As it might be interpreted by Graham McNamee via radio) Well, folks, the big day is here. Caesar is seated in his corner with a stern look on his brow. He knows he has a great battle before him. And now Mark Antony enters the Forum, and he is receiving a tremendous ovation! He ' s smiling, but Caesar still has that fierce scowl. And now An- tony embraces Caesar and they break. They ' re off! An- tony tries to crown Caesar, but Caesar easily blocks the blow with ovation! Oh, how I wish you were here! And now Antony tries to crown Caesar again, but once more Caesar blocks. The band is playing, Oh, How I Miss You Tonight. ' And the crowd ' s growing wild. Now once more that persis- tent Antony tries to crown Caesar! Just a moment! Just a moment! I think Caesar hesitates for a moment, but then he blocked. Wait! Caesar ' s down! The Champ ' s down! I don ' t think he ' ll get up. The crowd is giving him the ' Bronx Cheer ' . The count is on!— three-four-five! The boys for Antony are shouting, ' A knockout. ' From Caesar ' s side comes the query, ' Sez you? ' And the response is. ' Sez me! ' — eight-nine — Caesar ' s up! And — and he wins! He wins! Oh, he ' s a great champ; he blocked three terrific right hcoks, imagine that! Pardon me, this is your local station announcer in- forming you that this program is coming to you through the courtesy of the ' Bang Bang Co., ' makers of tin pans, tin kettles, tin tableware, and operated by the tin heads. McNamee again! I think I ' ll get the boys to say a few words. . . No! I ' m sorry, they have gone to theii dressing- rooms. And now we ' ve got a real champ, and unless some Brute comes along Caesar will hold the championship for a long time. And now with the sun sinking in the west and so forth, and this being my story and I ' m stuck with it, I say, ' Good night, all ' ! John F. Dinan, ' 32. BEAUTY What beauty Such graceful Unes, so shapely and well formed What delicate but hardy softness How exquisite the fragile darkness appeared against the ivory-toned background. Such were the thoughts of romantic Mrs. Newlywed, as she admired the recently frosted chocolate cake, her first culinary attempt, on the table before her. Doris Snowdon, ' 30. Mr. Fulton: What ' s this? Are you smoking? Vitty: No, sir. It ' s only the fog I ' m in. Mickey: Messer : So Jones broke his collar bone in two places? ' Yeah — Stoneham and Reading. JOKES Try and Do It Mr. Kinder (explaining a geometry problem) : Now watch the blackboard closely, and I ' ll go through it again. Overheated Teacher (pausing in the midst of a long lecture) : Will someone please open the window and let out a little of this hot air? Can It Be Possible? Mr. Cassano (sending pupil to the map) : Where ' s Wash- ington? Bright Pupil: He ' s dead. He Ought to Know Miss Hiatt (to shorthand class) : I don ' t see how any- one can be so dumb. Pinto: Oh, it ' s very easy. And He Did English Teacher: What three words are most used in this school? Pupil: I don ' t know. Teacher: Exactly right. Make It Good Mr. Fulton: William, I take pleasure in giving you a B. William: Make it an A, and thoroughly enjoy yourself. It Takes Will Power Teacher: Margaret, can you decline ' to eat ' ? ' Margaret: Well, I can, but I don ' t like to. Really Miss Kelly: Where was Duncan killed by Macbeth? ' John: I think it was on page 36. Migliore: You want a good haircut? Then I ' ll call my brother. Robinson: Is he better at haircutting than you? Migliore: Pietro is much better. He tells wonderful ghost stories, and makes the hair rise; therefore he loses no time holding it with the comb, etc., etc, THE IRISH COP O ' Reilly is a man of might — The best of all the force; His hands are big; his eyes, like night; His hair is thick and coarse. Each night he walks his sombre beat With pipe that cost a dime. You ' ll hear him humming, and with feet Quite big, he ' ll beat the time. Although he looks so hard and rough. He ' s kind to every tot. He ' s a man who knows his stuff . O ' Reilly is some cop. Evan Fairbanks, ' 31. A Limerick There once was a girl named Sophroney, Who married a dried-up old croney. She thought he had money, But ' twasn ' t so funny Wlien she found that his stocks were all phoney! Anita A. Salipante, ' 31. DAD ' S IDEA OF THE MOVIES A man, very handsome; A girl, extremely beautiful; Another man, not quite so handsome ; Another girl, much less beautiful; Some scenery, Hawaii for choice; A close-up, showing large tears; A fight, by the side of the road. Making it necessary for the handsome man to dust off his coat ; Last, a prolonged embrace; And behold! a five reel motion picture. A plot? What ' s a plot between friends? Bessie Banks, ' 31. EDITORIAL COLUMN SONGS AND THEIR INSPIRATIONS Dear Editor: Why did F. Whitney insist on singing It All Depends on You for the whole evening at the last dance? Squeeze . Dear Squeeze : Didn ' t you see the bee-uti-ful new blue suspenders? Editor. Dear Editor: How long does it take a Ford to go from our school building to Wakefield Park? S. Rogers. Dear Steve: It generally takes five minutes, but it took Austie much longer after the last dance. Ask him about it. Editor. Dear Editor: What would happen if Gladie Woodbury couldn ' t find somebody with a comb before the 8.10 bell some morn- ing? B. Lewis. Dear Betty: Gladie would take the next bus home. Editor. Dear Editor: I have noticed that whenever the Lynnfield fire alarm is sounded all the students from the big city dash out of class. Why is this? W. Walkins. Dear Willie: Didn ' t you know that they belong to the BUCKET BRIGADE UNION? Editor. Dear Editor: Is there some person, boy or girl, who can successfully obtain any secrets of our teachers? The applicants must be willing to suffer untold hardships at all times, even a cut or two. If so, please send them to Red Robinson. Red. Dear Red: Although we have done our best, as yet, we have found no one with enough insurance to feel safe in such an under- taking. Editor. Dear Editor: Mr. Preble asked me yesterday some uses of my head. I failed to answer the question. Will you help me out? In Despair. Dear In Despair : Here are some listed for you: 1. To keep the woodpeckers happy. 2. To keep the ears apart. 3. A playground for the barber. 4. A hat rack. 5. A safety clasp for the collar. 6. A medium to keep the spine from unravelling. Editor. Lib Ridlon Art Brown B. Nystrom Elaine Yeuell Lovable and Sweet Collegiate Sam Honey Ain ' t Misbehaving X May Be Wrong, But I Think I ' m a Wonderful Boy • ' I Love Me, I ' m Wild About Myself Could You Learn to Love Me? Don ' t Be Like That Give Me a Night in June Don ' t Wake Me Up, Let Me Dream Sweet Adeline I ' m Just a Vagabond Lover Louise Counting the Stars Alone I ' ve Got a Feeling I ' m Falling I ' ll Get By I Want a Mechanical Man Sunny Side Up Get Out and Get Under (The Ford) Collegiate, Collegiate, Yes We Are COLLEGIATE Arnold, Hayes, Atwell Betty O ' Connor, ' 30. N. Balcom Marshall Climo Wullenweber Pinto Hampton Burke McCarthy Whitney Melanson Berg Hooper P. Beeley B. Sparks Drinkwater THE TEACHERS ' LAMENT In History: Has anyone seen my Muzzy? — Miss Ruoflf. In Accounting: My key — has anyone seen my key? — Mr. Dower. In Law: Mr. Dower — Amireau, do you think he was within the scope of his ostensible authority or not? Amireau: I dunno. I guess so. It sounds as if he was. JUST SNOOPING AROUND Well, Dubois hasn ' t got his front teeth back yet. How does Apenes, the lad with the silvery voice, get that way? (All the girls think he is simply adorable.) Has Bob Sparkes, our bashful Senior, got a feminine partner yet? Dick Copeland, the Senior with the wavy haii must have a secret formula which keeps his wire down. Tell us the secret, Dick. Ye Ed of this book wants to look pretty, too. We heard that THE THREE MUSKETEERS of 1930 tried to join the Hi-Y but couldn ' t. Try the Masque Club — they are looking for stage hands. THE LAST STRAW I ' ve written of moonlight and starlight, I ' ve written of passion and pain, I ' ve called you My darling, my precious, In ceaselessly soulful refrain. I ' ve written you sonnets and ballads, I ' ve wi ' itten in blank verse and free The fact that my heart has been broken. And Love ' s made a monkey of me! I ' ve written, oh, yes, I have written. But the time ' s come to place on the shelf The amorous line in these poems — I ' ve begun to believe it myself! Lewis M. Hatfield, ' 31. Can I get through this gate? asked a stout lady. I guess so; a load of hay just went through, answered Connors. SENIOR ROLL CALL A is for Assenza, she leads this list. Gym is her weakness, studying her bliss. B is for Brown, and how he can shout. Helps win the games — in that is no doubt. C is for Climo, who can always be found Down by the front door or somewhere around. D is for Davis, a help to his team, But keeps the girls guessing it always seems. E is for Edson, who used to do maps. Between the halfs, or while taking naps. F is for Fairbanks, so husky and tall, You would all know it if he should fall. G is for Gould, in history she sighs, But she still sticks to roadsters — I wonder why? H is for Hoag, the town lib ' ry ' s his goal. Something of Fielding ' s or a work on Poe. L is for Loring, who says in his notes, Pay on your Booster — an hour if you don ' t. M is for Marshall, the attraction at lunch. The girls flock around him, and oh, what a bunch! O is for O ' Connor, who takes the prize For falling down — the reason we surmise. P is for Perry, a companion of Nutt. Their singing is good, if you call it such. Q is for Quinzio, so quiet is he. That his remarks on History are up to a B. R is for Roach, who is wiser than Saul, Gets up in History and questions us all. S is for Sherman, her nickname is squeeze . For a definition, ask her please. T is for Tuttle, who never can find His papers on Fi-ench, or a Latin line. Y is for Yeuell, I heard someone say. To make her mad, sing Some Sweet Day. Everyone here with a record so rare Will win the prize fair and square. Doris Chick, ' 30. THE EXCEPTION The King rode down the busy street Nor stopped a single man to greet. His stern old face, with worry lined, Seemed to all human kindness blind. Nearby a humbler man than he Sat working, whistling cheerily. And as the monarch passed along. He heard a cobbler ' s simple song. Now, who, that day, had the happier heart, The cobbler, cheerfully plying his art Or the wealthy monarch on his horse? Why, don ' t be dull. The King, of course! Orison Pratt, ' 30. HOLLYWOOD REVIEW OF 1930 The Diplomats Class Officers The Collegians Students Close Harmony i Glee Clubs Nothing but the Truth . . . Inter Nos Club The Cock-eyed World Battalion Interference Football Clear the Deck Lunch Room All at Sea TraflBc OflBcers Welcome Danger Report Cards Seven Days ' Leave Vacation Why Bring That Up Afternoon Slips Sunny Side Up Assembly Half Way to Heaven Seniors Pleasure Bound Senior Prom Show of Shows Quality Street Their Own Desire Diploma Big News Graduation Tonight at Twelve Reception The New Moon Next Year The Mighty Wakefield High School Barbara Gould, ' 30. Flossie (in a theatre) : What does that word asbestos mean? Brownie: Be quiet. Don ' t show your ignorance — that ' s Latin. Davis: What kind of a radio have you, Al? Loring: The railroad type — whistles at every station. Rogers: Waiter, here is a fly in my ice cream. Waiter: Serves him right. Let him freeze. Gus : So Brown took a course in first aid. Is he good at it? Sparkes: A little hasty sometimes. A man was nearly drowned yesterday, and the first thing Brown did was to throw a glass of water in his face. C)ome fashions Ourrfemen Have worn 1 ke al-most Oi ' ' Even tKe birimless felt wa « popular ) i beret K«J its YUYV fl fev Favored HaroW TccYx s Twice - arou-n d - a Yid- o ver The sw«atev- has ever proved a coYivenicnt pin -cushion For pint, cf fps , battalion sXars, etc. . -1 Iyisi )e-Out f Sv;e«tcr is a universal favorite I or ever and anon ■ AiACK. 3 ; A DOGGY RIME A dog sits there with mournful, woebegone look, A doggone dog that looks somewhat forsook, A good idea for him I can ' t corral. So what ' s more fittin ' than this dog-gerel? Norman L. Balcom, ' 30. THE GUITAR The Spaniard from his home full soon Does enter where a brilliant moon Proclaims — but hold, what lists this tune? Pink, pank, plunk. What grasps he there beneath his arm? What guards so tenderly from harm? The sweet guitar, no need alarm . . . Pink, pank, plunk. A fine young Spaniard, straight and tall, For comrades like him issues call; Then on their way, together all; Pink, pank, plunk. Beneath their senoritas ' bowers ' Mongst permeating scents of flowers They serenade thru evening hours Pink, pank, plunk. Was ever heard more tuneful sound? ' Tis sweet with romance interwound. In dew at length they ' re homeward bound Pink, pank, plunk. George A. Buckle, ' 31. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF: Arthur Brown didn ' t make so much noise with his shoes? Bob Davis wore bobby pins? Norman Balcom did his homework? Bill Climo didn ' t walk home with Mig Fitz? Lib Ridlon didn ' t walk down the first landing with Rose? John Roach and N. Longley Balcom walked into 213 on time? Louise Sherman couldn ' t see Frank from 209? Winnie Ashenden didn ' t see Miss McClenahan every day? Elaine Yeuell stopped smiling? Traffic cops didn ' t bother Mr. Fisher? Dick Hayes made sonie noise? Austie Atwell didn ' t have a window to look out of in geometry class? Sig didn ' t bring three packages of gum in algebra class? Mickie McDonald didn ' t know his English? Dick Arnold ' s car broke down? Chickie didn ' t make a team ? Betty O ' Connor didn ' t wear red? Steve Rogers didn ' t quote from Bourne and Benton ? Murray Seavey didn ' t sit beside Steve Rogers in 201? Mat Hurton grew up? N. Preble stopped asking foolish questions? Mem Stockbridge were seen without Lib? Barbara Gould didn ' t ride to school in a green coupe? Louise Sherman didn ' t have cookies in her locker? Helen Whittet didn ' t have a flame ? George Moses didn ' t have Frank Whitney? Lib Dellinger paid attention to Mr. Heavens? John Cotter didn ' t have his algebra? Johnnie Murphy told us the secret about his blond head? Harold Hooper parted his hair on the other side? Dick Copeland didn ' t wear bright ties? Mickie McTeague stopped making eyes . Barney Miller didn ' t know his law . There wasn ' t any third floor for Don Marshall? Benny Pinto lost his wind? Joe Roderick didn ' t know those jokes? Dub Fairbanks shrank? Kay Shea kept away from the boys? Lib Upham didn ' t have a new dress every day? Louise didn ' t have Don Taylor on Fridays? Gus couldn ' t shoot ? Dick Mansfield was a woman hater ? Bunny Stoddard didn ' t get what she wanted? Bugs Burg was bashful? Jean didn ' t have Murray? Betty O ' Connor got A in history? If I hadn ' t told you all these secrets? We didn ' t belong to the class of 1930? Rose Assenza, 30. Hamel:: Muse, what are you going to be when you are graduated? Muse: A broker. Hamel: A broker? Muse: Yes, a broker — always ' broke ' . m: m : HoriE: Rooms fill ThflTThE RE asking is _ syMpAlhy m And thi5 pooR JuniOR hiBS no pUct For heR books in 305 But in3QS. Soft? b tuttle: inTm-cm55-Tmrric Ifonehall ol the enthusiasm that 15 exhibited hcTC IS shown on the pridiron hext fall, ! !? [ iJW. THINGS IN GENERAL Also the end of the absent-minded professor has come. He jumped from a plane and wouldn ' t open his parachute because it didn ' t look like rain. Then there ' s the absent-minded student who wanted to get dismissed to mail a letter he never wrote. Then there ' s our hero who thinks Economics is a course for thrifty Scotchmen. Fond Maiden: I don ' t believe you were sincere when you said you would die for me. Young Lover: Indeed I was, dearest. Fair Maiden: Then, why don ' t you let me drive the car when you take me motoring? Dear Editor: Why is Pinto ' s saxophone like thunder? jL ear Kay: They both make a racket. Kay . Editor. ♦ OUR ADVERTISERS .. PATRONIZE THEM They Made Possible the Publication of This Book ADVERTISERS: The Senior Class Thanks You for Your Valuable Contributions To meet the present-day deniuiul for Nor- mandy furniture, Heywood- Wakefield lias de- signed many (juaint and eliarming patterns, up- holstered and finished in gay colors to harmon- ize with any interior decorative scheme. Ask your dealer to show you tlie new Normandy styles and other unusual designs made hy Hey- wood-Wakefield. You will find this attiactive furniture surprisingly low in price. HEYWOOD-WAKEFIELD COMPANY WAKEFIELD MASS. 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For the Best Footwear and Gentlemen ' s Furnishings Go to the Elite Quality Shop 442 MAIN ST. Corner Mechanic St. h( ver order an a la ! This is good advice from one who has dined much at hotels and restaurants. Too much garnish makes one suspect the quahty of the food. We do not depend upon frills in photo- graphy to make the results pleasing. We avoid most carefully, the ' a la ' s ' of the novice in camera and posing technique. Our time and skill are given to the making of enduring por- trait values; finished work for those who appre- ciate the greater ability required to secure the unaffected, simplest and truest portrait. urdj NOW AT 160 TREMONT ST. BOSTON Official Photographer, Wakefie ld High School Classes of 1922, ' 23, ' 24, ' 25, ' 26, ' 27, ' 28, ' 29, ' 30 Special Discount Rates to All W. H. S. Students BARRY ' S GARAGE D. T. 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