Wellesley High School - Wellesleyan Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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WELLESLEY HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Of worthy character—the best all-round. And thus a second cycle we fulfilled, Were joyous, in our happy excitement, thrilled, Yet, awed that twice we had moved up a round On this—our ladder—where success is found. CANTO III Ere hills turned brown and yet while fields were green, The earth was shimmering in the summer sheen. Speeding months their ancient courses filled, Again September winds the leaves had thrilled. For softly sorrowing we did leave our play. And yet, with greatly gladdened hearts to stay Our one last year of school in Wellesley. Aye sad, yet glad, with gay expectancy We traced our quickened steps to revered portals And quivering,—for Seniors are but mortals. To lead the class and steer the ship a head Was chosen,—smiling Leonard oft called “Bud,” ’Twas Foster at the helm with “Eva” near— E. Gebelein to lend a hand and steer. Recorder of our joys and woes, Theresa Loomed up. Eh, what, ’twas Gubellini, ah! And counting pennies, lo! C. Hoffmann strode, Was bent and doubled ’neath hi3 ponderous (?) load. Th’immortal four—the Horsemen they—to guide The ship of school on quickly ebbing tide. ’Twas theirs to exalt the honor of their class, Love right and truth, and, scornful, spurn the base. And lo! in magic hues of “Rouge et Noir” A room transformed to a gay-lit dancing floor. ’Twas Senior Eve—or our last party thus. The beat of feet, the sighing female chorus; Marimba notes of flashing xylophone; The stirring voice of a husky baritone. A sketch or two, or e’en a monologue, Then dancing, singing, turned to favored vogue. The brimming steins o’erflowed with mellowed cider 1 -- “To health and jollity and friendship wider!” November darkened into wintry December; Behold, the dark house turned to light, remember? ’Twas Night of Plays, a heritage brought down From times of old beyond present renown. Sir Arthur Pinero was the choice to play— “Playgoers” with a cast of stellar ray. And Seagrave ’gain must head the house. With loving Sarah, his devoted spouse. Their servants were a galaxy of stars; Another Seagrave of the gentler sex, And Edith Wier was hardly secular! And Patterson, whose shape was most convex; Both Taylor and Nakashian with bustling ado; And uncouth Gale was von Auw to you. ifa Page 31

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WELLESLEY HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL And Gebelein and Carpenter and Ganoe— From their sportsmanship did records grow. Forever loyal to our school, we chose, Upon a ring of black and red disclosed, The seal of Wellesley—proud and lofty town— A heritage from times of old brought down. A year complete, we pause to think; it was A year of joy, and with thundering applause, We laud our teachers, mates, and leaders all; Inspired, look forward to a glowing fall. CANTO II And lo! the second cycle had begun. It was the rising of a second sun— A second happy year at Wellesley High— The raising of her name and fame to sky. Then browned from beaches, tanned with summer sun. We returned from holidays of glorious fun. We entered portals from other times revered And to whose name a thousand are endeared. Next officers of class elected we. The president was Welch, an athlete he. Assigned to Gebelein vice-presidency; And Knapp the glowing records to present; To Lycns, monetary honors went. A Junior party was our next event. When all their proud hauteur unbent. And joined the games and dancing. To be short It was a soiree of a varied sort. Electric genius on a darkened stage. While others in his pleasures did engage. The gay party was o’er and past; in season due Athletics and games our notice drew. In teams and sports familiar names appear, Those who excelled in their first year. Dramatics ’gain our whole attention claim, While Precious, great priestess of Thespis, names The illustrious cast of “Friend of the Family,” With A. von Auw, Lyons and Charles DeLorie, And Margaret Fleming paired off with Carolyn Harmcn. And Doris Kinney and Charlotte Nickerson. A strident band, a flowing saxophone, Balloons and streamers hailed the Junior prom. Gay dancing couples on a polished floor; Sweet music—Orpheus plies his golden lyre The ancient art of dancing to inspire, While joyous partners clap for more. A mellow voice was crooning melodies; Ere midnight chimes, each to his abcde swift hies. Honors in history we gladly pay To Hunter—mighty in the battle fray. And Sanford and von Auw the palms bear down

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WELLESLEY HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL But honors to the coach must go: Ha.il, Macomber, the sponsor of the show! The footlights dimmed; the stage was dark, and weeks Of work rolled by (those which our cards bespeak) ; We toted books, our eyes were red with work. In study, and elsewhere on the field of sport Were Gebelein and Kavanagh and Welch. And Carpenter to wit; or Gates or else La Sanford, Wentworth, Johnson’s clever skill. And months passed, nor Father Time stood still. The wintry blasts of March are o’er and past. The garb of verdancy Spring donned at last. The stage again was the center of all eyes— For grease paint proffers excellent disguise. The Senior play presented we. ’Twas called “The Tightwad”—virtues of a maiden it extolled; ’Twas timely, too, with sagacious enterprise Discussed of the Market the “wherefores and whys.” Aye, von Auw played the title role— A handsome hero he, and no one’s fool. The heroine of charming grace untold Was Gertrude Seagrave; the vampire bold Was Kavanagh; and Donahue The villain took, he who no scruples knew. A sympathetic crowd the villain hissed, While handsome Tom his lovely Edna kissed. And Hoffmann, his lanky lounging frame On a divan eased in brotherly acclaim. And Pa and Ma became respectively Seagrave and Taylor—parents of a family. The servants of sturdy Swedish brogue Were Wier, Skahill, and faithful Gubellini; And taxi driver—Bill—set eyes agog With mustaches of perfect nicety. Again a bouquet to Miss Macomber, Of greatest Thespians the sorcerer. And balmy April passed with fieeting showers. But ere it had completed its fixed hours, Abroad the message was sent of valedictory, Proclaiming one in scholarship supreme, Who had fulfilled the ultimate of dreams, ’Twas Katherine Sanford bore the palm of light And Hunter the next victor of the fight And foll’wing after them in proud array There marched those who should their arts display In later life. They, honor students all, The sacred laurels next to them did fall. With laughter reminiscent of old France, In joyous chorus, song and merry dance, Sopranos, altos to lilting heights did scar. The “Chimes of Normandy” th’audience did adore. Applause reechoed rafters high and wide, As handsome Lucenay proclaimed his bride. I 6 smiajg Page 32