Weymouth High School - Campus / Reflector Yearbook (Weymouth, MA)

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12 WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL Julius Caesar TRAGEDY Two Acts Act I Place : Rome. Time: Supper Hour. Caesar: (Entering lunch room) Thank heavens it ' s time to eat. That was a pretty fierce scrimmage over in Gaul this A. M. If the 26th Division hadn ' t come up with those machine guns, I should have missed the 4:15 from Paris. (Sees Cicero) Hi, Cic, how ' s things percolating? Cicero : Ubinam gentium sumus (meaning pretty punk). By the way, how ' s that fight in Gaul coming out ? Cae : Fine. I beat Aristovistus so bad in craps the other day that he had to go home in a barrel. Waiter : Ham and eggs waiting ! ( Caesar gets order and sits down beside Cicero). Cic : The weather man predicts that the Ides of March will be stormy. That means danger for you, old dear. The state can ' t spare your services. Cae: Di immortales! (Equivalent to Hot Dog!) — but that weather man ' s no good. He ' s absolutely cuckoo. When he sends out storm warnings, we ' re sure to have a week of dead calm, and when he says there will be fair weather, it rains flivvers. Cic : Better take it easy, old man, there may be something in it. Cae: (Rising) Thanks, I will. (Pays check and goes. ) Cashier: (Yellmg) Hey! this is a lead quarter ! Cae: (Running) I know it, it ' s the one you gave me last week ! Act II Time: The Next Afternoon. Place: Caesar ' s Kitchenette Apartment. Cornelia : Jul, the landlord says if we don ' t come across soon, we will have to be moving. Cae : The Ides of March ! So that ' s what the weather man meant. Cor: No, Jul. This happens every month. The Ides ef March comes only once a year. This the Ides and I ' d rather not go to see the Sheik tonight; it migh prove dan- gerous. Cae: We must see it. Owing to a pressing engagement in Athens, the film is only showing one night. Are you coming? Cor: Yes, I suppose so. Brutus and Cassius are going to meet us at the show. Cae: Fine! I ' ll sit right next to my dear friend Brutus. Don ' t invite Cash to dinner, he eats too much, (both exeunt). (Later, Brutus, Cassius, Caesar, and Cor- nelia pass down the theatre aisle.) Bru: Where ' 11 we sit? Cae : Oh, down front. They have wonderful looking girls in the vaudeville here, real Charleston and Black Bottom steppers, im- ported from Alabama. (Sits down next to Brutus) Caes (Sitting on a very sharp tack) Yeow! ! ! (Rules sore territory) Oh, you brute! ! ! (Et tu, Brute !) Finis Muriel Golby ' 30. The Autobiography of a Hockey Puck It was Christmas day, and I was presen ' d to my owner, Tom Brown. Gee! When he got me he was so happy, and he exclaimed, Now won ' t I have some fun with this puck, (meaning me) on the ice! Well, seems to me as though it was the day after Christmas when I first got these scars. I was brought down to the frozen river, by Tom and his pals, and there I was thrown on the ice, and before I could holler Jack Robinson, I received such a blow on the side of my face, as would have felled an ox. Well, after that, things flew hot and heavy and I felt sore all over, but pretty soon I was left to lie in the middle of a patch of extra smooth ice. It was at this time that Tom called something like this: Hey! Gang ! What do you say, let ' s pick up a game. Jim, dash over to the dump and get four tins, for the goals, and Mac and I will choose up sides. Well, that met with the approval of the gang, and pretty soon there were two tin cans on each side of the smooth ice, and there was I, in the middle.

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MARCH REFLECTOR 1 1 Danny Spirit was, if you asked him, ex- tremely annoyed. 10 A. M. and the bell wak- ing him already; enough to give a man the pit, the absolute pit. Dragging on his purple dressing gown, he received this from his man, Pjones : ' ' Danny, old thing, the guv ' nor has landed the Presidency of Wales. We ' re shipping over on the Mauretania for the good old thing. Buzz along, we need you. ' ' Nancy, Wynnie, and Jymmie. Painfully Danny concentrated ; old Cun- ningham-Cunningham had cinched the Presi- dency ; Lady Nancy, Jymmie, and Lord Edwynne Cunningham-Cunningham were go- ing to their father ' s inaugu — ah! he had it! They wished him to go back to England with them. Wouldn ' t he just! At the very moment that Danny was tripping up the gang-plank, Nancy was sitting on the deck waiting for her brothers. Wynnie and Jymmie were in the saloon, figuring out their exact social status, now that their guv ' nor was President of Wales and their mother, honorary President of the Goldfish Protection Association. How- ever, Danny joined none of them, but dashed directly to his cabin. After the Mauretania had weighed anchor, the others followed his example. Not until two days later did Danny emerge, and then only to sink weakly into a secluded steamer chair. Danny ' s eyes sud- denly bulged ; his ears ceased drooping. There was that blighter, Comus, who had nipped him for a thousand pounds in New York ! And he was talking to Nancy — no less. Yes, Lady Cunningham-Cunningham, I shall aid you while your brothers are — er, — indisposed. You are doubtless cognizant of the fact that I am in a position to — er — let you in on the ground-floor, so to speak, of — er — a certain plan. Here Comus paused, not for breath but for effect. To pass the time he polished his spectacles. This act was char- acteristic of Comus ; he was always polishing something that it migh better lend itself to his own immediate end. Really, cooed Nancy, I couldn ' t think of returning without asking my brothers and they ' d hardly appreciate the opportunity just now. Lady Nancy, Comus ' Combs for Combing Comely Coiffures are worthy of your invest- ment. But— No ' buts ' , my dear. In the city of London alone there are 9553 girls with bobbed hair. Right there you have 9553 prospective cus- tomers for Comus ' Combs for Combing Come- ly Coiffures, and on these sale you would net a profit of 10,000 pounds a week on your small investment of 5,000 pounds; which if placed on Comus ' Combs for Combing Comely Coiffures would — Danny waited to hear no more. He shim- mered off to find Wynnie and Jymmie. He found them pale, but living. What ho! That blighter, Cosmus — Nancy — I mean to say, what ? ' ' blurted poor Danny. Elucidate, commanded Wynnie. Cosmus nicked me for all my ready, in New York and now he ' s fishing for Nancy ' s nickels. He ' s off his onion on some plan. Nancy mustn ' t fall — yes ? no ? ' ' Quite right. ' ' chimed Jymmie. Cluster around, old bean, while we do the elder brother act, said Wynnie, and the three pals tottered out on deck. Sign right here, Lady Nancy, Comus was saying. Danny dashed the contract from his hand and tost it upon the waters, while Comus, not wishing to renew his acquaintance with Danny, executed a skillful fadeout. What — ho — I mean to say, what, Deuced- ly lucky, I mean — well lucky, what? Danny was becoming loquacious. Nancy, however, did not seem satisfied with this lucid explanation. So it was Jymmie who pointed out the fallacy of Comus ' Combs for Combing Comely Coiffures. Following this event the strained relations which had existed between Nancy and Danny were relieved, so quite a jolly party disem- barked from the Mauretania and took the train for Wales. There the Cunningham-Cun- ninghams were surprised to find that Danny and Nancy were engaged. Yes, said Nancy to her Mother, we are engaged. It was like this: Danny said, ' Cheerio. ' ' Oh, yes, Danny, ' I told him, and he chirped, Too-dle-oo ! M. De Boer ' 30.

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MARCH REFLECTOR 13 At this point, Tom, and Mac, came to the middle of the ice, one each side of me, with a stick held closely to the side of my ears. Soon Tom yelled, Let ' s go, and I was walloped hard, on each side of my now cut-up face. But that wasn ' t all, for it seemed to me as if every boy there was trying his hardest to injure my feelings, as well as my features. Once I was sailing on my side, and the next minute I was rolling over and over trying to stop myself, but before I could do this, I was rolling between the cans, and some of the boys were shouting in glee. Well, to make a long story short, the skating is all over, and I am lying down in the cellar beside my old friend the hockey stick. We each claim that we are more import- ant than the other fellow, but we can ' t seem to come to an agreement. Of course you can ' t play hockey with- out a stick (that ' s his argument) and mine is that the game is not interesting without me to pick on so there you are ! I guess I ' ll stay down here for a long time, for my sweetheart, the bathing suit, is getting a lot of attention since the swim- ming began. (Gosh! I don ' t know what she means by swimming, but I do know that I am going to be pretty lonely until next win- ter, but when it does come, OH, BOY !). Dorley ' 30. More Precious Colette ' s beauty ' s rare, Helen ' s eyes divine ; For Pan I do not care, But Grace is just sublime. Fay just lives for pleasure, Kay, a clinging vine ; Peg may be a treasure, But not indeed for mine. Just give me plain Mary Jane, For I have heard the rumor She ' s not only safe and sane, But has a sense of humor ! Doris A. Upton ' 32. Only Students Between the Ages of 9 and 99 Don ' t forget, good friends and companions that the Staff is out hunting for extra-special material for the Graduation Issue. It ' s also after more diversified material; so get out your old pencil stub and hop to it. Write up that story you heard Aunt Susan tell the other day ; put down in black and white the rhyme that ' s been singing in your head all day — it may be the start of a poem ; tell us about the hike you took ; copy down those jokes you hear in class ; write up your pet grudge or your favorite subject — -every- thing ! Write these voluminous manuscripts — label them Graduation Issue and hand them to a Staff member any time before May 16th. Remember it ' s an honor to be represented in the Graduation Issue and that your story has as big a chance as anyone else ' s. All work will receive equal consideration from the Staff, whether it comes from the trade- school, the Business, Practical Arts, General, Technical, Aggie, or Classical Courses. The Staff wants work from all divisions of the High School — so get busy. Let ' s make this the biggest and best magazine in the country- it ' s possible if you will help ! Editor. The Albatross Over the dark and sullen seas, Over waves rolled by the breeze, Over the expanses of blue and white, A bird flew by in eager flight. Holding his head wonderfully high, And uttering a long and piercing cry, With wings spread out in the shape of a cross, Flew this beautiful bird, the albatross. It winged its way past sail and spar, And off to the giant cliffs, afar. And proudly perched on the rock ' s edge high, A speck of whiteness against the sky. Martin Rinaldi Jr. High School Grade VIII Martin Rinaldi, Jr. High School, Grade VIII