Wakefield High School - Oracle Yearbook (Wakefield, MA)

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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!

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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.

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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